[Gladio's hand is at his face again, keeping him in place. The prince could play hard to get for a little longer, but Gladio's so close and--nope, he's going to give in. There's a pair of lips against his own and Noctis' eyes slip shut. The low rumble only encourages the princes, and he kisses back.
His fingers glide along his shield's shoulders, feeling along the scars and hard muscle. There's a lot of questions he has about them, but he'll ask another time. Maybe when he's not pinned down by his royal bodyguard. ]
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[Gladio's hand is at his face again, keeping him in place. The prince could play hard to get for a little longer, but Gladio's so close and--nope, he's going to give in. There's a pair of lips against his own and Noctis' eyes slip shut. The low rumble only encourages the princes, and he kisses back.
His fingers glide along his shield's shoulders, feeling along the scars and hard muscle. There's a lot of questions he has about them, but he'll ask another time. Maybe when he's not pinned down by his royal bodyguard. ]