[For the short while Gladio ignores him, Noctis' mouth turns over into something that isn't a pout, because he doesn't pout, okay. But eventually he feels Gladio's hands on his hips and everything is better. Don't mind that little upturn at the corners of his mouth. ]

If I'm spoiled, it's because you spoil me.

[His arms reach up to pull Gladio down for a kiss that's slow and lazy. Hell, it's almost sweet. At this point he's nearly forgotten the reason he was showering so early in the first place. Give it another few minute and he'd stop thinking about that word and--dammit, he was thinking about it again.

He licks into the other's mouth and makes a sound. Time to distract him, daddy big guy. ]