[They stay like that for what seems to be an eternity. Noctis' arms ache from supporting both himself and Gladio, but he keeps them up. He shudders at the hot breath against his neck, and lets out a sound. Slowly, things are coming back into focus for him.
Gladio pulling out is strange, and a little uncomfortable, and wet. Noctis winces at the feeling, but he doesn't say anything. He's pulled against a warm chest an they eventually hit the bed. It's messy and gross, but if he thinks about his backside, he's not much better. His eyes close and he gives a small nod. He's still too exhausted for words at the moment. ]
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Date: 2017-01-22 05:29 pm (UTC)Gladio pulling out is strange, and a little uncomfortable, and wet. Noctis winces at the feeling, but he doesn't say anything. He's pulled against a warm chest an they eventually hit the bed. It's messy and gross, but if he thinks about his backside, he's not much better. His eyes close and he gives a small nod. He's still too exhausted for words at the moment. ]