[He text comes and the prince can't help but smile and obey the command, but not before he shoots one more text.]
》Hurry up.
[He slips off his boxers (the last thing he had on, anyways) and adjusts himself on the bed. Should be be laying down on display? On his knees with his ass in the air? Gladio hadn't specified. Finally, he settles in an almost kneeling position with his back rigid and straight.
The harness tugs again at his skin and he has to bite his lip to distract himself from the feeling. He tries to keep his gaze toward the covers, but blue eyes keep flicking toward the door, hoping to see his alpha come in soon. ]
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》Hurry up.
[He slips off his boxers (the last thing he had on, anyways) and adjusts himself on the bed. Should be be laying down on display? On his knees with his ass in the air? Gladio hadn't specified. Finally, he settles in an almost kneeling position with his back rigid and straight.
The harness tugs again at his skin and he has to bite his lip to distract himself from the feeling. He tries to keep his gaze toward the covers, but blue eyes keep flicking toward the door, hoping to see his alpha come in soon. ]