[Clearly he doesn't. Gladio smirks as those hand tighten on him, tilting his head down to mouth at pale skin. Down Noctis' neck, over his clavicle and so, so tempted to bite . Instead his breath lays hot over it, hands moving up the Prince's back to hold him close as he can.
He has to, needs to because of how achingly hot his want for the other is. He doesn't stop after that and lifts them off the bed in each thrust, groaning harshly against Noct's skin.]
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He has to, needs to because of how achingly hot his want for the other is. He doesn't stop after that and lifts them off the bed in each thrust, groaning harshly against Noct's skin.]