[ He kisses back lazily and makes a soft whine when Gladio pulls away. He's half tempted to just hold the other man there, but he lets him go. He's grateful for the clean up. The fact that Gladio spends the time on him is enough to make him relex. The entire time, his hands trace over muscles and tattooed skin.
He doesn't want to stop touching him.
Finally, they're rearranged, and Noctis finds himself against the other man's chest. ]
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He doesn't want to stop touching him.
Finally, they're rearranged, and Noctis finds himself against the other man's chest. ]
Yeah. [He yawns.] We should probably take a nap.