[Noctis kisses back hungry, needy, just giving Gladio a hint of what he wants. His fingers drag over his chest, dragging over nipples. His hips are still grinding down, but his alpha's hips haven't changed pace. It's almost frustrating, but he can't show that. Not yet.]

I want you to fill me up. [He breathes the words against the other man's jaw.] Fuck me until I'm loose. [He wants to work on Gladio's pants. The jeans are rough and if they keep this up, they'll start to chafe against his skin, but he doesn't want to necessarily stop. So instead, he lets out a breathy moan in the other man's ear.

Because maybe, just maybe it'll get him what he wants.]