[Gladio's looking at him for a long while and. Oh Gods. Oh shit. This was it. This was the final straw. This just entered the realm of 'too weird' and Gladio was going to bolt. Hell, even Noctis wanted to bolt and bury his head in the blankets for the next 300 years.
And then Gladio says 'what the fuck,' and Noctis' fingers might dig themselves into tattooed shoulders for a split second. Shit.]
I--[But the other is speaking again. His deep voice rumbles against the shower walls and he's saying the words Good boy. Noctis wants to run and hide, but his face heats up and can feel himself get harder. So instead of running like he damn well should, he leans forward and buries his face in the crook of Gladio's neck where he licks and bites at the skin there.]
I... I can be good for you. [Its murmured against skin. It's his way of asking if this... this weird thing is alright. ] If you want.
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And then Gladio says 'what the fuck,' and Noctis' fingers might dig themselves into tattooed shoulders for a split second. Shit.]
I--[But the other is speaking again. His deep voice rumbles against the shower walls and he's saying the words Good boy. Noctis wants to run and hide, but his face heats up and can feel himself get harder. So instead of running like he damn well should, he leans forward and buries his face in the crook of Gladio's neck where he licks and bites at the skin there.]
I... I can be good for you. [Its murmured against skin. It's his way of asking if this... this weird thing is alright. ] If you want.