Sword and Shield post because thats what this turned into

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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???

Comments

[fishingking]

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. ]

[sworn_shield]

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. ]

[fishingking]

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. ]

[sworn_shield]

[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.

[fishingking]

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.

[sworn_shield]

[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.]

[fishingking]

[ 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. ]

[sworn_shield]

[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.

[fishingking]

[ 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.]

[sworn_shield]

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.]

[fishingking]

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.

[sworn_shield]

[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.

[fishingking]

[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?]

[sworn_shield]

[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.]

[fishingking]

[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.

[sworn_shield]

[His eyes are dark, raking over Noctis' body and not hiding a single iota of his want. His free hand curls against the side of the other's face, brushinf hair sticking to damp skin away and lips parting to coax the same from Noctis.]

You're too damn reckless. [He breathes out, but what does that make him? Gladio pulls back and then forward into him again, deeper with each hard but slow movement. He sinks deeper into him until Noctis is too tense again, and repeats the whole process once more.] Talk to me Noct, come on...

[He'll stop if he has to, but fuck if thats the last thing he wants right now.]

[fishingking]

[Each movement is slow and deep. He can get used to it if they just keep going. He's trying to accommodate the large girth inside of him, letting each thrust go in deeper. Its feeling better. Less tight.

And then he hears Gladio's voice, rough and almost desperate sounding.]

I'm fine... [He opens his eyes that he hadn't remembered closing. Gladio is looking at him with dark eyes. Anyone else wouldn't have slowed down like this. The amount of control he has is impressive. His hand returns the gesture and he cups the other man's face. Hopefully it reassures his shield that he's okay.

He raises his hips and brings them back down, timing it with Gladio's movement. They've got this.] Don't stop.

[sworn_shield]

[That touch is reassuring, and Gladio rests his forehead against Noct's own. His breath comes in pants but it isn't from exertion, but rather holding himself back with how much he wants, needs His Prince. But he'll always protect him, and can't even phantom hurting Noctis himself.]

Not a chance. [He sinks deeper into him with each movement, Noctis working with him to keep pace. They are getting there, and Gladio's other hand moves from the base of his cock to the small of the teenager's back.] Fuck you feel good.

[He knows the other likes the praise, and Gladio's never really been shy with his words, curses or praise.]

[fishingking]

[ The prince lets out a huff as he feels Gladio's forehead against his own. It's an almost sweet gesture, but Noctis wouldn't use that word to describe them. It didn't sound right. Or maybe that was just his pride getting in the way. Regardless, it was nice and he leaned in to press his lips to Gladio's. Not because it was sweet.

Yeah.

The praise has him practically preening and he pushes himself harder and deeper on Gladio's cock. He tightens the muscles just a little bit, doing everything in his power to make it feel good for his bodyguard. A soft sound comes from his chest when he feel that cock hit against him and his fingers dig into the other man's tattooed shoulders. ]

[sworn_shield]

[Gladiolus groans hard, fingers tightening on Noctis' skin as he holds then flush together for a moment. He rolls his shoulders into the sting of Noctis' fingernails digging into him, lashes low over his eyes on pleasure.]

There you go, give it a minute. [He murmurs between their mouths, quiet and praising. Just a little bit longer, and he'll get to what they both want.]

[fishingking]

Gladio has him held down for a moment and Noctis bites his lip to hold back the groan as that large cock is pressed against him. He can already feel his cock leaking between them.]

A minute? [He breathes and tries not to sound like the praise was one of the best things he's ever heard.] You think I can't take it?

[Okay, maybe he shouldn't have said that considering they had to practically slow down just to accommodate him. But the words have already slipped out, and he's pretty much just issued a challenge. Whoops.]

[sworn_shield]

[Noctis knows how he is aboit challenges. Gladio's eyes open fully and he looks at the other with a glint in dark eyes.]

I think you'll forget where you even are before I'm done with you. [He growls, hands tightening on Noctis' hips, threatening to bruise before his hips surge up underneath the other, pushing them both off of the bed briefly with his hard thrust.] What do you have to say to that, Noct?

[fishingking]

[The prince knows that look. He's seen it during training, sparring and even in bed. Its a look that's either going to make Noctis regret his words or be thankful that he said them.

The hands on his hips tighten and the teen almost winces. Then his eyes go wide when their hips raise off up the bed and he comes slamming down. His breath hitches and he clings to his shield. One hand grips a shoulder, the other tangles itself in dark hair. They clench and unclench as a shudder goes through his body.] Ah...

[Maybe he didn't have anything to say, okay.]

[sworn_shield]

[Clearly he doesn't. Gladio smirks as those hand tighten on him, tilting his head down to mouth at pale skin. Down Noctis' neck, over his clavicle and so, so tempted to bite . Instead his breath lays hot over it, hands moving up the Prince's back to hold him close as he can.

He has to, needs to because of how achingly hot his want for the other is. He doesn't stop after that and lifts them off the bed in each thrust, groaning harshly against Noct's skin.]

[fishingking]

[ Everything is sensitive. His skin is hot and on fire. He tilts his neck back, giving Gladio more access. He knows they're not supposed to leave marks but he wants to feel the bite against his skin. He wants to feel sore for days.

Well, the sore part is probably going to happen.

Each thrust is hard and slams into his sweet spot. Noctis is left panting after each thrust. He tries to hold back any sounds, but they fall out from his lips between each breath. And then he feels the groan from Gladio, can feel the sound vibrating against his skin, and every hot breath.

He works his hips, tries to time his movements with Gladio's hard thrusts and slams himself against that cock. ]