[ The kiss leads to another. His lips part to let Gladio explore his mouth, his hands explore across his skin. Fingers run through his hair, wetting it, messing it up. It's so easy to just hand over control to Gladio, to let him guide him into the next kiss. There's something he remembers from that oath said years ago about thinking for the king when he couldn't. The details don't matter, though. Not now.
This is slow, lazy, and it's everything Noctis wants right now. He shifts against The Shield, moves so he's practically sitting in the other man's lap.
You know, to get comfortable. This was supposed to be relaxing, after all. ]
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This is slow, lazy, and it's everything Noctis wants right now. He shifts against The Shield, moves so he's practically sitting in the other man's lap.
You know, to get comfortable. This was supposed to be relaxing, after all. ]