[ For a moment Noctis is afraid he might have stepped out of line, but he feels that smile against his lips and he knows he said the right thing.
It was right. Everything about this was right.
He helps pull the shirt off of Gladio. He wants to explore the newly reveled skin with hands and lips, but he can't. His own shirt needs to come off, first. He raises his shoulders off the bed for a second to pull it off. It's tossed aside haphazardly in the room along with the other garment.
The entire time, he keeps kissing Gladio, trying to put as much emotion as he can into the action. If Gladio wants to show him, Noct will too. ]
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It was right. Everything about this was right.
He helps pull the shirt off of Gladio. He wants to explore the newly reveled skin with hands and lips, but he can't. His own shirt needs to come off, first. He raises his shoulders off the bed for a second to pull it off. It's tossed aside haphazardly in the room along with the other garment.
The entire time, he keeps kissing Gladio, trying to put as much emotion as he can into the action. If Gladio wants to show him, Noct will too. ]