[Gladio stands at the edge of the bed and Noctis' hand reaches out to touch the new (apparently nearly a decade old) tattoo. The intricate detail is impressive and it takes a moment for him to realize that the swords covered by the large shield are the Royal Arms. His fingers trace over the the line work. If he looks closely and feels, he can see where the scar tissue was. He almost wants to press his lips to the area.

He could have anything tattooed into him and yet he got that. Even when Noctis was gone with no sure way of coming back, he still wanted to... He wanted to remember him. He has a warm feeling in his chest, something that makes him smile and want to hold the other man close to him.

But then Gladio's back on top of him, settled over his thighs. The King pulls him down and pulls him in for another kiss. Now that they're both naked, there's more to touch, more feel. There's more to explore, but they can take their time. For now, the demons are gone. The Kingdom can survive without the two of them for a little while.

They had to spend the day catching up. ]