[ Each one of Gladio's movements is slow, deep. He stays in a little longer with each thrust, and Noctis knows it's so that he can adjust. He knows it's so that he can adjust so that this will eventually feel better for him, but he doesn't want him to slow down like this. He breathe's his shield's name, taking in the soothing words and affection.
And then he feels a shift inside of him. Gladio's hips change their angle an-- ]
Ah...Gla--
[ That was something Noctis hadn't felt in a long time. It was hot. It was intense. It made his back arch and his breath hitch. He remembered the feeling, but it had been so long it almost felt new again. ]
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And then he feels a shift inside of him. Gladio's hips change their angle an-- ]
Ah...Gla--
[ That was something Noctis hadn't felt in a long time. It was hot. It was intense. It made his back arch and his breath hitch. He remembered the feeling, but it had been so long it almost felt new again. ]