[Gladio removes his fingers and Noctis breathes out a desperate please. He tugs against the restraints again and tries to press into something, anything. Everything is still warm, but he's not getting any friction, nothing inside. It's not long, but it's a moment of absolute torture.
And then he feels the tip of that thick cock press against him and he moans softly into the kiss. Despite wanting everything right now, he easily lets Gladio control the pace. It's slower, controlled, and it helps bring him down just a bit as he takes it.]
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And then he feels the tip of that thick cock press against him and he moans softly into the kiss. Despite wanting everything right now, he easily lets Gladio control the pace. It's slower, controlled, and it helps bring him down just a bit as he takes it.]