[He's close, but when the other says his name like that, pleads with him for somethong, Gladio can hold off. He groans hotly, mouthing his way up to kiss Noctis again. The hand on the other doesn't stop, but he can feel the way Noctis twitches in his grip. Each tug stays hard but he does slow, drawing it out, needing to hear what he has to say.]
Fuck, Noct. [Short on breath, and he's close. Gladiolus' breath and tone is uneven to the point of pantingm The teen should know just how close he is, with how that thick shaft jerks in his grip.] Say it, tell me. Don't you think of holding back.
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Date: 2017-01-08 02:08 pm (UTC)Fuck, Noct. [Short on breath, and he's close. Gladiolus' breath and tone is uneven to the point of pantingm The teen should know just how close he is, with how that thick shaft jerks in his grip.] Say it, tell me. Don't you think of holding back.