[The hand around him milks him for all his worth until he's spent and a white line Noctis is too tired, too blissed out, to even care about the rutting against his back. Eventually he feels the warm splash up his back. It's hot and sticky, and if he really thought about it, it would probably bother him. But now? Now he can only let out a soft sound and press his back against Gladio's doing anything he can to make him feel better.
Gladio has him in his hold, and Noctis is sure that anyone else would have let him fall. There isn't anyone else he trusts more like this. There isn't anyone else that he'd let work him up this way (they probably couldn't if they tried, either). He tilts his head back, tries to kiss at whatever skin he can get to as he breathes the other's name out. ]
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Date: 2017-01-12 02:32 am (UTC)Gladio has him in his hold, and Noctis is sure that anyone else would have let him fall. There isn't anyone else he trusts more like this. There isn't anyone else that he'd let work him up this way (they probably couldn't if they tried, either). He tilts his head back, tries to kiss at whatever skin he can get to as he breathes the other's name out. ]