[ Gladio's moves towards him again and he huffs a soft laugh. He never excepted Gladio to be the clingy type but there he is, looking for the prince like a moogle doll. Noct looks over his body, eyes raking over toned muscle and inked skin. Hes warm (he always runs warm, the lucky bastard) and Noctis can't help but run his hand over warm skin.
He stops at the waistband of his too tight boxers and strokes the skin there for just a moment. Everything that his shield wears is always just a touch too tight and revealing too much skin. He leans into Gladio's chest, buries his face in the crook of his neck. He just wants to give Gladio something to hold on to. You know, cuddle.
And if his lips kiss at his neck and taste skin, it's by accident. ]
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Date: 2016-12-27 03:26 am (UTC)He stops at the waistband of his too tight boxers and strokes the skin there for just a moment. Everything that his shield wears is always just a touch too tight and revealing too much skin. He leans into Gladio's chest, buries his face in the crook of his neck. He just wants to give Gladio something to hold on to. You know, cuddle.
And if his lips kiss at his neck and taste skin, it's by accident. ]