[That touch is reassuring, and Gladio rests his forehead against Noct's own. His breath comes in pants but it isn't from exertion, but rather holding himself back with how much he wants, needs His Prince. But he'll always protect him, and can't even phantom hurting Noctis himself.]
Not a chance. [He sinks deeper into him with each movement, Noctis working with him to keep pace. They are getting there, and Gladio's other hand moves from the base of his cock to the small of the teenager's back.] Fuck you feel good.
[He knows the other likes the praise, and Gladio's never really been shy with his words, curses or praise.]
no subject
Not a chance. [He sinks deeper into him with each movement, Noctis working with him to keep pace. They are getting there, and Gladio's other hand moves from the base of his cock to the small of the teenager's back.] Fuck you feel good.
[He knows the other likes the praise, and Gladio's never really been shy with his words, curses or praise.]