[ That sound comes from Gladio again and Noctis grins against skin. Perfect. His lips work their way down his neck, leaving a wet trail behind. Part of him knows he shouldn't be doing this. There's something just a touch wrong about this, but he still continues if only to keep hearing those sounds.
His mouth works down Gladio's neck, brushes past his clavicle before he roams down that large chest and finds a nip. He lavishes it with attention, licking and sucking on the small bud. His hand moves lower, feeling the older man through the thin fabric of his boxers. Maybe he'll keep getting more reactions.]
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His mouth works down Gladio's neck, brushes past his clavicle before he roams down that large chest and finds a nip. He lavishes it with attention, licking and sucking on the small bud. His hand moves lower, feeling the older man through the thin fabric of his boxers. Maybe he'll keep getting more reactions.]