[Fuck. Gladiolus' mind is practically blank in those glorious moments after release. His heart nearly beats out of his chest, and he can hear Noctis panting lower down his body.
He runs his hand through Noctis' hair, petting slowly and rubbing his fingers against the teenager's scalp in tactile praise.]
Couldn't wait for me to get up, could you? [He teases with a low, all too pleased purr. Hand sliding out of dark hair and down the side of his face, he draws his thumb against the corner of Noct's mouth, wiping away some of the mess.] Get up here, Noct.
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He runs his hand through Noctis' hair, petting slowly and rubbing his fingers against the teenager's scalp in tactile praise.]
Couldn't wait for me to get up, could you? [He teases with a low, all too pleased purr. Hand sliding out of dark hair and down the side of his face, he draws his thumb against the corner of Noct's mouth, wiping away some of the mess.] Get up here, Noct.