[ Gladio's lips are on his own,hot, hungry, and biting. Noctis is left almost breathless, panting against the other's mouth. His lips are almost sore--he knows they're swollen and probably red by now.
And then his Shield gives a single command and Noctis is glad he's holding on to the edge of the spring because he's almost certain his knees went weak. Gladio's voice is demanding, direct, and each word only has him wanting this even more. He thought he had some control over this, but now he knows he's lost it the minute he's pushed over. Everything is going to go at Gladio's pace whether Noct likes it or not. ]
Fuck, Gladio... [He hisses as his face is pressed into the stone.] Yes.
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And then his Shield gives a single command and Noctis is glad he's holding on to the edge of the spring because he's almost certain his knees went weak. Gladio's voice is demanding, direct, and each word only has him wanting this even more. He thought he had some control over this, but now he knows he's lost it the minute he's pushed over. Everything is going to go at Gladio's pace whether Noct likes it or not. ]
Fuck, Gladio... [He hisses as his face is pressed into the stone.] Yes.