[Like most things in their relationship started, this started out as a challenge. In fact, like other things, it started out as a joke. It started one day when Noctis had decided to actually pick up one of Gladio's trashy romance novels. This one in particular was especially Trash, and Noctis couldn't help but laugh aloud as he read a passage from 'Fifty Shades of Mage.'
And so the conversation of whether or not this kind of crap turned Gladio on or not. Noct would make fun of him and Gladio for his awful taste in literature, and the Shield made an off handed comment about how imagining Noct in the position of one of the characters made it tolerable. It was supposed to make the prince blush, and flail, Noctis suggested that they should try it out.
Not that he was serious.
Except apparently he was because one thing lead to another now he sat at his Gladio's (now his 'Prince's') feet, leaning his head against his thigh. That in itself wasn't the worst part about it though. The worst (okay, maybe best) part about all of this was the outfit he was wearing. There was a sheer lacy top that barely covered anything and was attached to a collar tied around his neck. The lace brushed against his nipples every time he moved, or there was a draft and it left him squirming.
But they were nothing like the panties. The panties that hugged him in just the right spots and pressed tight against his cock. The cool silk was smooth against his cock and he let out a soft sigh as he shifted from his spot on the floor, silently cursing himself for opening up Gladio's stupid book.]
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And so the conversation of whether or not this kind of crap turned Gladio on or not. Noct would make fun of him and Gladio for his awful taste in literature, and the Shield made an off handed comment about how imagining Noct in the position of one of the characters made it tolerable. It was supposed to make the prince blush, and flail, Noctis suggested that they should try it out.
Not that he was serious.
Except apparently he was because one thing lead to another now he sat at his Gladio's (now his 'Prince's') feet, leaning his head against his thigh. That in itself wasn't the worst part about it though. The worst (okay, maybe best) part about all of this was the outfit he was wearing. There was a sheer lacy top that barely covered anything and was attached to a collar tied around his neck. The lace brushed against his nipples every time he moved, or there was a draft and it left him squirming.
But they were nothing like the panties. The panties that hugged him in just the right spots and pressed tight against his cock. The cool silk was smooth against his cock and he let out a soft sigh as he shifted from his spot on the floor, silently cursing himself for opening up Gladio's stupid book.]