[Okay, so Gladio doesn't know how to be quiet. Not one to let that get in the way he is determined to focus on their pleasure now that they have started. His breath ghosts Noctis' skin in warm pants, kisses opened mouthed and with a scrape of his teeth to them. Anything, everything to make his Prince feel good.

Rewarded with those quiet noises that are still too quiet for him, Gladio's free hand sweeps up the other's back.]

So good, Noct. [He says breathlessly, dark eyes unfocused but the intensity of his voice certainly not.] All I want to do is keep you here, take you apart piece by piece, until you're so loud, so worked up, and all mine.