[He doesn't have permission to touch, but Noctis lowers his head to nuzzle his cheek affectionately against his alpha's hair as he breathes in his scent. It's a small sign of affection, but it's something he can do right now.
That is, until he gets permission from his alpha to touch. He shudders at the words and touch against his ass. He was going to be tied up? The prince can already feel his body begin to respond at just the thought of it. He lets his fingers drag over muscles through the fabric before they reached the hem of his shirt. He pushed it up, but only a little bit.
Gladio said to take his time, and he intended to.]
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That is, until he gets permission from his alpha to touch. He shudders at the words and touch against his ass. He was going to be tied up? The prince can already feel his body begin to respond at just the thought of it. He lets his fingers drag over muscles through the fabric before they reached the hem of his shirt. He pushed it up, but only a little bit.
Gladio said to take his time, and he intended to.]