[Noctis keeps kissing him, tangling his fingers in hair that's too long, and tracing his fingers over scarred skin and faded ink. 10 years is a long time, too long. They have to remember how to do this again. Nobody ever really forgets (it's like riding a bike) but things are a little awkward.
In fact, it's all a bit clumsy and Noctis has to laugh as well, even when there are kisses down his throat. Kingsglaive outfits aren't necessarily made for this kind of activity, and it shows. Noctis is almost grateful that his armor isn't nearly as tedious. He also absently wonders if Gladio chose to wear his pants that damn tight, or if it was someone else who decided on that. Regardless, it's amusing to see Gladio fumble with the endless buckles of his boots.
He takes the phone and gives Ignis a call. The conversation is short, and he can hear his friend's disapproval seeping through the line, but Noctis only laughs and tells him to blame Gladio. The whole time he's fumbling with his own sleep pants and is trying to kick them off.]
He's not happy with either of us.
[But Noctis doesn't care. Iggy will forgive them by noon and already have lunch waiting for them.
Not that any of that matters at the moment. He's got more important things to attend to. One of those is letting his eyes rake over Gladio's body. Did he get bigger over the years? Finally, he can see new scars, new tattoos that cover his skin. Noctis' eyes linger on one in particular on his side and he tilts his head to get a better look at it.]
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In fact, it's all a bit clumsy and Noctis has to laugh as well, even when there are kisses down his throat. Kingsglaive outfits aren't necessarily made for this kind of activity, and it shows. Noctis is almost grateful that his armor isn't nearly as tedious. He also absently wonders if Gladio chose to wear his pants that damn tight, or if it was someone else who decided on that. Regardless, it's amusing to see Gladio fumble with the endless buckles of his boots.
He takes the phone and gives Ignis a call. The conversation is short, and he can hear his friend's disapproval seeping through the line, but Noctis only laughs and tells him to blame Gladio. The whole time he's fumbling with his own sleep pants and is trying to kick them off.]
He's not happy with either of us.
[But Noctis doesn't care. Iggy will forgive them by noon and already have lunch waiting for them.
Not that any of that matters at the moment. He's got more important things to attend to. One of those is letting his eyes rake over Gladio's body. Did he get bigger over the years? Finally, he can see new scars, new tattoos that cover his skin. Noctis' eyes linger on one in particular on his side and he tilts his head to get a better look at it.]
....When did you get that one?