monstertrash | Sword and Shield post because thats what this turned into

Sword and Shield post because thats what this turned into

Who knew that i'd need to make an open window sex Post. But here we go.

Rules:

Ask for any of my boys.
M/M Only because I'm a Yaoibrat.
Commence window fucking.

THE FUCKING LIST STARTS NOW

Windowsex
Hot Springs
Blissed out Fucking
somnophilia
Daddy!Kink
Mirror Kink
Toys
~~Old MEN FEELS~~
Train Arguing/hatesex
THE ULTIMATE FLAVOR EXPERIENCE
LUBE SUMMON
Crossdressing (school uniform?)
Panties
Getting Tattoos??
~~NEW SCAR TRACING?~~
Handcuffs
Awful Sex/Sex gone wrong
DICK BITE
Drunk shenanigans
Carsex
In Charge KING!Noct
THRONE SEX
Slave Leia Gladio Lol
Domestic cute shit+royal duties+husbands
FLOWERS BECAUSE THEY'RE CUTE AND GLADIO IS TSUNDERE
ASS EATING. GLADIO HAS GOOD TASTE
Leather and cuffs
HEEEEYEAH.... I WANNA SCOOP BABEH
RESTRAIN GLADIO
CAMPING FISHING HONEYMOON
ABO SHIT
PRETTY KITTY COLLAR NOCT
Nipple Play
Heats
More Somno but with Sleepy Noct
Furry Shit (BURRS and Cats)
Slavery (both ways)
HATE SEXTING
AMNESIA???

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

[~~Maybe Noct kind of likes those abs okay.~~

Gladio chokes on his laugh and Noctis has to let out a laugh of his own. He rarely gets to catch the shield off guard and it's hilarious. He's got the upper hand now, and he's not going to let up. His fingers chase Gladio's side and keeps tickling.

How can he care about his hair when he's got his retainer laughing?]

I'm just going for your weak spot! [He says it with a laugh and pushes himself up as well.]

[~~Yeah he knows you do.]~~

Yeah, well you'd better keep it above the belt. [He grumbles, smacking the Prince's hands away. But his grin is contagious, and he tries to retain his control by letting Noct run into him, holding his ground.] Or it won't be my fault if you end up training already sore.

Edited 2016-12-22 20:46 (UTC)

[His hands are smacked away but I'll doesn't pull his hands away completely. They still linger along Gladio's sides, just above where the hemline of his pants. His fingers move up and down, feeling the skin right there. It wasn't below the belt, so he was in the clear, right?]

Oh yeah? [He grinned up a his shield.] How are you gonna do that?

[At that grin he can't help but smirk. Gladiolus isn't exactly what someone would call shy, but he's up for playing a little coy for his charge's game.]

Oh, I think you're well aware of how that song and dance goes.

[His hand comes up to the side of Noctis' face, rough pads if his fingers teasing gently over his cheek, as if petting a particularly stubborn cat.]

Edited 2016-12-22 22:32 (UTC)

[Noctis wants to close his eyes and lean into the touch. It's pretty nice, but he pulls away just a bit. He's not going to give in to this immediately. He can't, just on principle alone. So instead, he pulls back and gives a little smirk in return.]

Oh yeah? Are you sure I don't need a reminder?

[His fingers smooth up Gladio's sides and feel the toned muscle. Not that Noctis is jealous. Nope. But hey, at least those muscles fell nice under his fingers.]

[To be fair Noctis has those muscles all for himself whenever Gladio's at his beck and call. Well at least, when he can distract the man from work.]

That's right, it takes a lot of work to get through that thick skull of yours.

[Even though Noct is pulling away Gladiolus is advancing on him more and more, nudging the other's legs apart so that his other knee settles in, free hand sliding down to caress against the the Prince's hip, then going lower to grasp and pull Noct forward and closer to him, bodily.]

I'm up for the challenge.

[Look, there's a reason why Noctis tolerates training. Gladio's body makes all the hard work worth it, okay. You know. Because it's something that he looks up to.

Yeah. ]

You make it sound like I'm hard to work with. [He's trying to sound offended, but then the hand on his hip distracts him and he tries to squirm away from it, but there isn't anywhere to go with Gladio between his legs.

And then He's pulled up against the larger man and Noctis' face isn't flushing. Not at all. He's just. Surprised. Yeah, surprised. And if his hands find themselves roaming up Gladio's back it's because he was pulled closer. ]

Am I wrong?

[And more importantly, does it matter? He doubts that it will, not when he rolls his shoulders back so that he can feel Noctis' touch that much better, and that the hand hovering near his Prince's face catches against him again as Gladio's head tilts down to snag his mouth against the teenager's own, the noise he makes against the other low and wanting from deep in his chest.]

You might be..

[Gladio's hand is at his face again, keeping him in place. The prince could play hard to get for a little longer, but Gladio's so close and--nope, he's going to give in. There's a pair of lips against his own and Noctis' eyes slip shut. The low rumble only encourages the princes, and he kisses back.

His fingers glide along his shield's shoulders, feeling along the scars and hard muscle. There's a lot of questions he has about them, but he'll ask another time. Maybe when he's not pinned down by his royal bodyguard. ]

[His scars, the newer ones at least, at a little more sensitive as Noct runs his fingers over them. He presses back into the other's touch, eyes falling closed and indulging in the long, slow kiss between them before his mouth drops lower, against Noct's jaw.]

Should I make it up to you, then?

[He catches his fingers into the beltloop of Noct's pants, giving a teasing littlebtug as he gives up the pretense of continuing their play-fight.]

Edited 2016-12-23 16:08 (UTC)

You offended royalty.[ He lets out a breath when he felt those lips against his jawline. Gladio's facial hair scratches against his skin and he lets out a soft sound. He's felt it before, but it's always nice. ] That's a lot to make up for.

[He doesn't actually care. It's teasing done in fun, and he isn't one to care about things like that. But if it gets Gladio to move forward and keep touching him, then he's going to pretend that it actually gets under his skin.

There's fingers at his belt loops, and it's just a tease. He shifts his hips, hopes to get Gladio's fingers working upward or at his pants, or anything, really. His hands start pushing the other man's shirt off his shoulders.

What did you expect? He's a teenager with needs. Needs that are only somewhat being met. ]

Well, [He says, eyes half lidded and a slow smirk coming to Gladio's face. He lets go of the other only long enough to get his shirt off of his body, before both large hands are spread over Noctis' hips, curling into fabric to pull them down.] Who would know how to make it up to His Highness better than His Shield?

[Gladio always tends to be a little slow at the start despite his rough, wild exterior. But once he's sure it is what Noct wants however he is keen to take and to please. His mouth slides lower down the line of the other's neck, the slide of mouth and tongue wet and heated as he goes lower and lower as he helps those pants, then shirt come off. Gladio is tempted to darken a mark on his Prince's skin so high up, but Specs will surely see it and read him the riot act about not being discreet enough if he does, and that's just not worth the trouble. ]

You always know what to do.

[Everything with Gladio is a slow start. Fighting, racing...this. The man knows how to pace himself and it always frustrates the prince to no end. Each touch and lick is a tease and it drives him crazy. Why won't Gladio just leave a mark, already? Actually he knows why. Sometimes he wants marks left on him. He wants to feel them on his skin for days, and wear them afterward. But it'll never happen. At least not as long as he's in the public eye. Iggy would throw a fit, and his father wouldn't be happy about it either.

So this will have to do.

Damn.

At least Gladio's shirt is off, and he's working at Noctis' pants, so there really isn't a whole lot to complain about. Well, except for the fact that it's a little slow, but the prince has other plans. He shifts (which is completely different than squirming, okay) and helps his shield remove his clothing. He almost hesitates on taking off his shirt, though. It means that he has to pull away from that mouth against his skin. Not fun.

But at least it'll lead to other things, so he momentarily pulls away to pull his shirt over his head and toss it across the room. ~~Iggy~~ He'll pick it up later. ]

[He can tell that Noct is getting a little antsy, and Gladio smiles to himself and helps with the rest of his clothes, free hand going to his belt when the prince leaves him alone for a minute to toss his shirt to the floor, where the fallen pillows from their fight still laid. He get that off quick and snappy, mouth back on Noct's own the minute he can in more heated, rougher kisses.]

Don't think you're still getting out of training, though. [He teases the other, but he's laughing as he does so, low and pleased. Now that he has the other naked underneath him Gladio wraps an arm around the prince's back and switches their positions, so that Noctis is in his lap and he can fumble with his free hand to undo his own zipper and pants, a frustrated growl escaping him since he still has his pants and boots on.]

Go grab the lube, I'll get rid of the rest of this.

Come on, Gladio. Don't kill the mood. [Each word is said between kisses and he nearly tangles his fingers in dark hair. He's not in the mood for training today and he doubts that he'll be in the mood when they're done here. Maybe Gladio will just get tired and they'll forget all about it.

Noctis' eyes go wide when he's grabbed and flipped over, but then he's left in the the other man's lap which isn't a bad place to be. He lets his hand run down that chiseled chest for a moment before he hears the other man's struggle. For a guy who's always giving Noct a hard time, he looks like he's struggling a bit. He almost wants to point it out, but doing so might leave him with a pair of blue balls.

So instead he leaves a quick chaste kiss before he gets off of Gladio and reaches for the lube in his night stand.]

Don't keep me waiting. I don't have all day, you know.

Edited 2016-12-24 07:26 (UTC)

[He grins against the other's mouth; Yes, he is more than likely just going to be too tired to do anything other than curl up with Noctis when they were done, but the day was still young, and so are they.]

Just hold your damn chocobos for a minute, I'm almost done. [He huffs at the snark. His boots are tossed toward the door, the man standing up to get himself out of those leather pants. It is part of his AMicitia uniform, but they don't really have to be that tight. Maybe he's just a little ~~a lot~~ vain.

Undressed now, body on display from scars, tattoos to his very hard cock, he waits for Noctis to come back over, reaching out a hand to pull the other in to him again, back onto his lap and into the teen's hair for a searing hot kiss, shared with his tongue working it's way into the prince's mouth.]

[ He has to chuckle when Gladio huffs. It's almost funny to see him struggle with his clothing, but that's what he gets for wearing everything so damn tight. The prince has seen the uniform on others before and nobody outside of Gladio wears actually one size too small.

He shuffles through the drawer in his nightstand to find some lube. He can't find it right away, and he can almost hear Ignis scolding him on his messy habits and disorganization. He curses as he rummages through it again, finally finding the damn thing at the back of the drawer.

When he turns around, he's greeted with the sight of Gladio on display. It sends a thrill through him and he goes into his shield's hold immediately. He's pulled into the other man's lap, legs straddling his thighs. The kiss between them is hot, and Noctis eagerly parts his lips for his partner. His fingers grip and caress at tattoo'd shoulders while he slowly grinds his ass against that large cock.

He's more than ready. Hell, he'll admit he's a bit impatient, but he's more than ready right now. ]

[With Noct eager and wanting in his lap, Gladio cannot even phantom going slow now. A low noise escapes him from deep in his chest as Noct grinds against him, and his free hand prys the lube from him. He flips it open so he can coat his fingers with it, dropping it somewhere onto the bed to be lost until later.

He bites gently at the prince's lip as his hand slides down, a warning as he gets between them and seeks to press his fingers against Noctis, rubbing slowly before two of those large fingers slip into him. That's about as slow as he'll go, because Gladio would loathe to hurt Noct with something that's suppose to feel good for the both of them, but he can't help but growl out to him.]

You tell me when, or I'm not gonna wait long.

[ Two fingers slip in to him and Noctis lets out a soft gasp. There was little warning and for a brief moment he tenses before his muscles relax around those digits entering him. It's fine. In fact, it's more than fine because he's got two fingers stretching him out, and he's on his way to something else. He kisses back, nips at Gladio's lips and along his jawline. ]

I'm ready right now. [He's not ready. He knows it, and he's sure Gladio can feel it as well. But he's impatient, and he wants to feel full right now. So maybe if he lets out a soft noise from the back of his throat and pushes himself against those fingers, he'll get Gladio to hurry up.]

You're gonna get yourself hurt. [Gladio says, voice low and rough like gravel with how much he wants the other. Noctis is fucking pushing it, but it's his job to be the Prince's protector, even from himself.

He slips another finger up into the other, too soon, too much, but its more of a punishing stretch than anything else to make Noctis think twice about telling him he's ready again. But even then, he is tilting his head back to give the other access to his neck, inviting him to leave a mark since Gladio can't.]

I'm no-Ah! [The third finger is definitely a stretch and it's enough to make him slow down a bit. Maybe he does need to be stretched a little more. He lets out a shaky breath and presses against those fingers again, hoping that they'll find that that spot inside.

He sucks and nips along Gladio's neck, leaving a trail of small red marks in his wake. He gladio can't leave a mark on him, but he can leave all the marks he want. Nobody will question Gladio. They can easily brush them away. Nobody would care. Plus, Noctis likes seeing them on his shield. It's just another reminder that Glado is his and his alone.

Noct likes that.]

Just hurry up.

[That at least he won't deny the other, fingers seeking to find that spot inside Noct that turns him into a panting mess.

Instead of continuing to argue, he wraps his hand around the Prince's cock, hand moving in long, slow strokes to keep the other with him as he's stretched more.]

Okay. [He murmmers, once he's satisfied. It will still be a tight fit, but neither of them want to wait much longer. He pulls back and his hands go to Noct's hips, urging him to make the first move.] Come on, Noct.

Edited 2016-12-25 02:10 (UTC)

[Those fingers brush against that spot inside him and Noctis shudders. It feels too good and he seeks out more pressure against it. Then there's a sure hand on his cock and the prince let's out a groan. He doesn't know whether or not he wants to press into that hand around him or those fingers inside and he buries his face in the crook of Gladios' neck.

And then those hands are off of him.

He lets out a sound from that back of his throat (its definitely not a whine) and he pulls back to look at his shield. ]

G-gladio... [Why would hr stop?]

[Come on Noct, you could have given him a hand. The man huffs an amused noise, feeling those marks against his skin start to settle in as dark marks that will stay on him for some time. Briefly he kissed the other again, but instead of scolding Noct for being lazy, Gladiolus reaches to push the head of his cock against the Prince's entrance.]

Just like that, just breathe. [He muttered heatedly, and a low groan escapse him as he pushes into the other, Noctis still too damn tight around his cock, but Shiva was it worth it.]

[Noctis breathes against Gladio's lips and licks at them. Take that as his sign of gratitude.

He feels the head of that large cock press against his entrance and he presses down. Its tight, and he almost regrets rushing past the the preparation. He forces himself to relax and take each inch. The words are reassuring and he takes a breath. Right. He wanted this. He still wants this. Its going to feel great. ]

Glad... [He presses his lips to his shield's again. He needs to adjust but he wants to move forward.] K-keep going.

Edited 2016-12-25 05:07 (UTC)

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