[Gladio told him to take his time, but it's nearly impossible when hips roll up against him. He lets out a low purr as he grinds his hips down nice and slow. His hands pull the offending shirt up, but stop when he feels the tug against his straps. The pull at the right places and Noctis finds it hard not to squirm. He has to bite his lip just to keep from releasing the moan that threatens to fall from his lips.]

I already want you. [He breathes as he continues his work on Gladios shirt, only pulling away slightly just to get it over his head.] I want your knot.

[It's breathy, it's hot, and it'll hopefully get him what he wants sooner than later.]