[ [ Noctis feels that wet heat inside of him and he does what he can to help make this good. He clenches sore muscles around his shield, doing his best to make it feel good, let him ride him through this.
It takes a moment for him to fully realize what's happened. His hands finally release their grip on Gladio's skin (he wouldn't be surprised if there were bruises) and he brings his hands up to his shield's face. They're both panting, trying to catch their breath as they come down.
He guides Gladio to look at him for a moment before he kisses him again. He's tired, he's going to be sore and he knows it, but he's so happy he doesn't care. ] ]
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It takes a moment for him to fully realize what's happened. His hands finally release their grip on Gladio's skin (he wouldn't be surprised if there were bruises) and he brings his hands up to his shield's face. They're both panting, trying to catch their breath as they come down.
He guides Gladio to look at him for a moment before he kisses him again. He's tired, he's going to be sore and he knows it, but he's so happy he doesn't care. ] ]