[ He was right at the edge. He was right there. He was just teetering at the edge and then he was suddenly yanked back. It's an awful feeling. The little ring vibrates against him and the hand keeps stroking and it's not fair. Noctis lets out a desperate groan and bucks his hips against every thrust, trying to make this as good for Gladio as he can.
The words help but at the same time they're torture. Everything Gladio says sounds like its the hottest thing. He wants the Knot. He wants to feel loose, but he also wants to come. He can feel the edge of it press into him, stretching him even more. He wants to scream and its only the last bit of his self resolve that stops him from doing so. ]
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The words help but at the same time they're torture. Everything Gladio says sounds like its the hottest thing. He wants the Knot. He wants to feel loose, but he also wants to come. He can feel the edge of it press into him, stretching him even more. He wants to scream and its only the last bit of his self resolve that stops him from doing so. ]
Fuck, Gladio... please...! [His voice sound broken, desperate.] Th-There's only you...