[ Everything is soft, gentle. There's an arm around his waist that pulls him flush against Gladio. His arms rest over the other's shoulders, fingers tangling in dark hair. The water around them is warm, and everything between them is only getting warmer. He lets out a soft sound that almost echos in the quiet area.
And then Gladio pulls away. Noctis blinks in confusion. He feels those lips against his forehead, an then... He's got his head perched on top of Noctis' dark hair. The prince is definitely pouting frowning and he's sure Gladio can feel it against his skin. That was just a tease. ]
Why? [Don't think he's going to give up that easily.] There's nobody else here.
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Date: 2017-01-01 08:30 pm (UTC)And then Gladio pulls away. Noctis blinks in confusion. He feels those lips against his forehead, an then... He's got his head perched on top of Noctis' dark hair. The prince is definitely
poutingfrowning and he's sure Gladio can feel it against his skin. That was just a tease. ]Why? [Don't think he's going to give up that easily.] There's nobody else here.