[ It was going to be a quiet night for the two of them. They'd settled in for a few rounds of Kings Knight and maybe even an early night to sleep in. Noctis was on break from school for the month, so they really had no obligations or plans. Just a lazy night. That was, until the Kingsglaive called Gladio in. Noctis understood that Gladio had to go when he was called. He'd do the same if his father or the Kingsglaive had done the same for him. But still, it left him alone in an empty apartment. Not that he minded. He enjoyed living on his own prior to Gladio moving in, but now that he was used to his shield staying with him everything just felt... empty.
He talked on the phone for a few minutes with Prompto until his friend had to go with a'Hey my parents are actually home, gotta go!' The prince couldn't blame him for wanting to spend time with family he rarely saw. So he spent another hour or two playing a single player campaign of Kings Knight. It wasn't nearly as fun, and the boss was almost frustratingly difficult.
Eventually he was tired with his game, and was about to call it an early night when there was a knock on the door. He looked at the time. Who would come this late? Cautiously, he opened the door, and was relieved to see a package at his doorstep with the courier already heading down the hall. He didn't remember ordering anything recently. Could it be Gladio's? He brought the package inside and and noticed that it was addressed to him.
Huh.
Tearing into the package got him a whole lot of packing peanuts, but at the very bottom was a...group of leather straps? And rings? He lifted it out of the box, took a closer look and-oh. OH. He vaguely remembered a conversation about Gladio wanting to get one of these for him. Maybe he could... try it on? You know, just to see if it fit.
And that's how he ended up on his bed in nothing but his boxers and a tight leather harness over his chest. It was a little tight, but he supposed that was the point. The straps rested right over his nipples and he could feel the leather nearly tug at them with each movement. He stands up and looks at himself in the mirror. It's a little obscene to see himself like this, but he's seen (and done) worse with his shield, before.
He lets his hands trail down the leather strap in the center, tug at one of rings toward the botto--
He stops abruptly when his phone vibrates on the bed. The Prince has to smile when he sees that it's Gladio. Apparently it wasn't anything too pressing which is always a plus. ]
>>Glad it wasn't anything important. Now hurry back home.
[ And then he gets an idea. He lays back on the bed and takes a qick selfie of himself, making sure to show as much of the leather as he can. ]
>>PS. The gift you ordered me came in the mail. I think it's a little too tight.
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He talked on the phone for a few minutes with Prompto until his friend had to go with a'Hey my parents are actually home, gotta go!' The prince couldn't blame him for wanting to spend time with family he rarely saw. So he spent another hour or two playing a single player campaign of Kings Knight. It wasn't nearly as fun, and the boss was almost frustratingly difficult.
Eventually he was tired with his game, and was about to call it an early night when there was a knock on the door. He looked at the time. Who would come this late? Cautiously, he opened the door, and was relieved to see a package at his doorstep with the courier already heading down the hall. He didn't remember ordering anything recently. Could it be Gladio's? He brought the package inside and and noticed that it was addressed to him.
Huh.
Tearing into the package got him a whole lot of packing peanuts, but at the very bottom was a...group of leather straps? And rings? He lifted it out of the box, took a closer look and-oh. OH. He vaguely remembered a conversation about Gladio wanting to get one of these for him. Maybe he could... try it on? You know, just to see if it fit.
And that's how he ended up on his bed in nothing but his boxers and a tight leather harness over his chest. It was a little tight, but he supposed that was the point. The straps rested right over his nipples and he could feel the leather nearly tug at them with each movement. He stands up and looks at himself in the mirror. It's a little obscene to see himself like this, but he's seen (and done) worse with his shield, before.
He lets his hands trail down the leather strap in the center, tug at one of rings toward the botto--
He stops abruptly when his phone vibrates on the bed. The Prince has to smile when he sees that it's Gladio. Apparently it wasn't anything too pressing which is always a plus. ]
>>Glad it wasn't anything important. Now hurry back home.
[ And then he gets an idea. He lays back on the bed and takes a qick selfie of himself, making sure to show as much of the leather as he can. ]
>>PS. The gift you ordered me came in the mail. I think it's a little too tight.