[His hips stutter against Gladio's hand and he comes down. He can feel a mess his pants, but he can't be bothered to care. He's got Gladio's lips against his own and that hand bringing him to completion.

He's pulled against that strong chest, and he practically slumps against his shield. Gladio's back hits the bed and Noctis rests his head against that strong chest while he tries to catch his breath. It's not even time for him to get ready for class and he's already tired again. Don't mind him closing his eyes for a moment.]