[It isn't fair at all, and he laughs as red flushes up Noctis' face until the noise is strangled by a hiss, that scratch of those nails pleasurable and jolting heat through his body.]
You just can't make up your mind, can you? [His eyes are dark with want, one hand slipping up the Prince's back and into his hair, tangling in firmly as his hips push up into that stroke. Gladio hates being teased, when what he wants is so close.] It's because I spoil you, and you always get exactly what you want. Maybe I need to change that.
[He yanks on that hair just enough for it to be pleasureably painful, and his mouth crashes against Noctis' own with greedy intent and a low moan.]
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Date: 2017-01-03 03:12 am (UTC)You just can't make up your mind, can you? [His eyes are dark with want, one hand slipping up the Prince's back and into his hair, tangling in firmly as his hips push up into that stroke. Gladio hates being teased, when what he wants is so close.] It's because I spoil you, and you always get exactly what you want. Maybe I need to change that.
[He yanks on that hair just enough for it to be pleasureably painful, and his mouth crashes against Noctis' own with greedy intent and a low moan.]