[ Gladio snaps into him at just the right angle that makes Noctis' breath hitch. He wants to press back and feel that length hit him harder. He wants to press forward into the tight heat of that hand. Instead, he lets his head drop to the pillow and just takes what he's given.
It's good. It's too good. Every muscle in his body tenses. He can feel his hips begin to jerk but he can't be done. Not yet. He lets out another loud moan, this time it's muffled by the pillow. ]
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It's good. It's too good. Every muscle in his body tenses. He can feel his hips begin to jerk but he can't be done. Not yet. He lets out another loud moan, this time it's muffled by the pillow. ]