[Huffing a pleased noise when Noctis comes back to him, Gladio settles down again. The weight of someone sprawled atop of him is something he has gotten use to, from how his sister likes to nap all the way to spending those rare evenings with Noctis. All is good and he is content in his little dreamworld.
And when the Prince's mouth comes down on his neck, his eyes stay closed but the rumble from deep in him is pleased, fingers curling into the fabric of Noctis' pjs when his hand closes on the other and his head tilts back.]
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And when the Prince's mouth comes down on his neck, his eyes stay closed but the rumble from deep in him is pleased, fingers curling into the fabric of Noctis' pjs when his hand closes on the other and his head tilts back.]