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]

[The be was barely enough to fit Noctis comfortably (he was used to larger beds back when he was a teen) but he's happy Gladio is with him like this. He kisses back just as slow. His tongue peaks out to lick inside of the other's mouth while his hand slips itself underneath the thin shirt.

10 years, and Gladio still wore shirts that were too tight for him.

Eventually he pulls away, licking at his lips.]

Mn, much better. [And then he pulls the other down again for another kiss.]

[sworn_shield]

[Astrals, it has been too long since this. Gladio shudders underneath the touch of warm hands and warm lips, letting out a pleased noise between their mouths. Some things, like how noisy he is, never change.]

Bet we can make it better.

[He says, pressing a kiss to dark stubble on the King's jaw, exploring it with his mouth slowly. Underneath is still the same Noctis, his Noctis, and he is all too glad to get a chance to touch him again while the other does the same, finding new jnk and scars along his torso.]

I'm gonna have to teach you how to trim this, huh?

[fishingking]

[Gladio lets out a noise and Noctis makes a pleased noise of his own. Its been too long since he's heard that sound. It makes him think of old times that still don't feel that long for him.

His fingers keep moving across skin. He can feel new scars across the skin and his fingers trace their lines. Part of him wonders how they appeared, what happened that was so bad that a potion couldn't fully heal it.]

I might need some help that.

[Maybe. His facial hair hasn't really grown much since he's woken up. He's debated shaving it off at one point, but he hasn't done it just yet. Maybe he should keep it.]

[sworn_shield]

[Gladiolus' eyes close and he leans into the touch like a large, pleased cat. Instead of hurrying the other along he simply lays his mouth over any part of the other he can. Soft, open mouthed little kisses that alide to the spot where Noctis' neck merts his jaw.

There, he applies just enough pressure to make it bruise, sucking the mark dark. Sorry, Kingdom. There were some things that could bot be helped, thay he had missed. ]

Mm, I can work with that. [Distracted words, before what he really wanted to say tumbles out.] Gods I missed you.

[It's... Dangerous, maybe to say it. Its been ten years. But if he doesn't donit now, will he ever get another chance? ]

[fishingking]

[Noctis practically purrs as that mouth works along his jawline. Then there's a pressure in one particular spot and Noctis lets out a soft gasp. Years ago it was rare that Gladio would do something like that, and it's been so long since the last time they...

He missed this. He missed him.

Noctis pulls away just enough and guides his Shield--No, he was more than that, his lover, to look at him.]

I... [Why is this difficult to say?] I missed you, too. For me, it wasn't long, but for you... [He wants to apologize. But how does he do that?]

[sworn_shield]

[He isn't sure what Noctis is going to say when the other reaches to pull him away. Years of pratice let his face fall into a neutral, shuttered look right away. It has been so long, and he knows that hd always has to be a Shield first, but...]

Don't apologize for something that was out of your control.

[Gladio says gently, reminding him of his duties as king as well as the fact the other owes Gladio nothing. His citizens owe him everything, of course, for defeating the darkness.]

I know a lot has changed.

[fishingking]

[He's almost worried when Gladio's face is neutral. It's almost impossible to read, but that just makes Noctis worry more.

I know it wasn't but... [There really was no other way. And if he hadn't done it then, the light would have never come back. They would still be fighting demons every waking moment. It was the right thing to do, but so much has changed.

There's so much time he'll never get back. ]

But I'm still the same. [At least on the inside. He still feels like he's twenty. His body may have aged, his eyes made have changed color, but he still felt like a young prince.

And Gladio, for everything that had happened, for all his new scars, longer hair, and new tattoos, was still the same as he was when he last saw him.]

And so are you.

[sworn_shield]

You had a duty to do. I will never hold that against you, Noct.

[They are the same, at least basically. Purple eyes look up at him instead of blue ones, but they are still such a deep and pretty color that it only seems shades different, or a trick of the light. And the beard is a good look for him too Gladio thinks. Much more befitting his status as King.]

Besides, I always knew you were coming back.

[He says, leaning up and away from the other. It is only to make his point, summoning his great sword over his shoulder, twisting his body so he doesn't knock it into anything before it disappeared.]

Because every time I did that and it worked I knew you were still around, doing what needed to be done. All we had to do was wait.

[fishingking]

[Gladio leans back and Noctis' hands chase. He doesn't want to let him go. He doesn't want to separate from him ever again. It's been too long and he doesn't know when they'll have another time to be like this. Its a little desperate and selfish, but he's just so unsure of everything.

But Gladio summons his sword in a flash of light, and Noctis understands. He pushes himself to sit up. HIs hand covers the hand holding the sword. He didn't have to wait for him. None of them had to wait for him. They could have done something else, they could have taken care of themselves and left this all behind. But they all waited for him. ]

I... Thanks... [His hand squeezes and he gives a soft squeeze] For not giving up on me.

[sworn_shield]

[He is still atop the other but past rhat gladio doesnt pull away. Once his sword disappears he threads his fingers in between the spaces of Noctis' own.]

We would never.

[But right now this is about the two of them, or at least Gladio wants it to be. He slouches down and kisses his king with raw, hungry want, free hand curling around Noctis' back and into his shirt ]

I can't take back an oath, after all.

[fishingking]

[Gladio's fingers intertwine in his, and Noctis feels the corners of his mouth pull up in a soft smile.

He kisses back with just as much want. He's missed this. Missed him. They're both hungry and needy. He's pulled closer against at broad chest and his hand rests against it. The shirt Gladio is wearing is too thin. Noctis absently wonders what the hell the point of wearing it is. It's only getting in the way.

He archest into the touch and lets out a soft sound against the other's lips. The last time he can remember them like this was when they were in Altissia, before Luna--No, he wasn't going to think of that. Not now, at least.

He had to focus on this moment now. He couldn't take back the years that had gone by, but he could try to make up for it. ]

For life, right? That's what you swore?

[sworn_shield]

[He doesn't want to stop kissing Noctis. He knows the positioning is a little awkward, with him so much taller than the other, but he helps fix that by tilting them bad down onto the bed, movement slow between heated kisses.]

Gods yes-

[He manages to get out, chest pushing into the other's touch, inviting him to pull the offending shirt off.]

Wherever you go Noct, I'll always be right there with you as your Shield and your friend.

[And ... And this. Whatever this is that clutches hard in his chest when he wangs to be closer, as close as possible to him.]

[fishingking]

[They don't stop kissing. They can't. Not when Gladio is guiding him back to lay down on the bed. Their chests press together and Noctis' hands finally grab a hold of the thin shirt. There's another heated kiss before he pulls it up and hikes it over scarred and inked skin. There's so much he needs to touch, to explore. What little he can see isn't enough.

Gladio's voice is a low rumble that still sends tingles down his spine even after all these years. But then he says something that makes Noctis pause. The words said are 'Shield' and 'friend' but they mean so much more. Gladio means so much more to him.]

I love you. [It's whispered against lips. Something he probably should have said years ago. Before Nifleheim. Before Altissia. Before they even started this journey.]

[sworn_shield]

[His eyes close as Noctis' warm hands run up his chest, smile curving onto his face that stays when Noctis says those words to him. He hadn't been expecting it of course, but instead of feeling shocked, suprised...

It felt like coming home.]

I love you too, and I've had to wait too damn to tell you. Sonlet me show you instead, alright?

[He pulls off his shirt with the other man's help, tosses it off the side of the bed. Right away his fingers are digging underneath the King's own shirt to get it off of him too, because they are both far too overdressed for this.]

[fishingking]

[ For a moment Noctis is afraid he might have stepped out of line, but he feels that smile against his lips and he knows he said the right thing.

It was right. Everything about this was right.

He helps pull the shirt off of Gladio. He wants to explore the newly reveled skin with hands and lips, but he can't. His own shirt needs to come off, first. He raises his shoulders off the bed for a second to pull it off. It's tossed aside haphazardly in the room along with the other garment.

The entire time, he keeps kissing Gladio, trying to put as much emotion as he can into the action. If Gladio wants to show him, Noct will too. ]

[sworn_shield]

[There is a lot of emotion bursting in his chest but in a different way. It isn't anger like he is prone to, but joy. The whole ten years was absolutely worth it when Noctis defeated Arydn, but this only makes it better. Gladio has him back and Gladio is his as much as it is the other way around.

He frees one hand to reach under him and flip the buckles of his boots, starting at the knee and working his way down. Gladio licks his way into the King's mouth and kisses him deeply, relearning every part of him he can reach while trying to get his damn clothes off.

It ends up with him laughing a bit, because of course, everything is tight like it usually is, and takes the extra time and patience he doesn't normally have.]

Tell Ignis you're not coming in. [He swipes Noctis' phone off the table and hands it to him even as he kisses down the other man's throat, finally rollingoff of him to get out of his clothes.] He'll understand.

[fishingking]

[Noctis keeps kissing him, tangling his fingers in hair that's too long, and tracing his fingers over scarred skin and faded ink. 10 years is a long time, too long. They have to remember how to do this again. Nobody ever really forgets (it's like riding a bike) but things are a little awkward.

In fact, it's all a bit clumsy and Noctis has to laugh as well, even when there are kisses down his throat. Kingsglaive outfits aren't necessarily made for this kind of activity, and it shows. Noctis is almost grateful that his armor isn't nearly as tedious. He also absently wonders if Gladio chose to wear his pants that damn tight, or if it was someone else who decided on that. Regardless, it's amusing to see Gladio fumble with the endless buckles of his boots.

He takes the phone and gives Ignis a call. The conversation is short, and he can hear his friend's disapproval seeping through the line, but Noctis only laughs and tells him to blame Gladio. The whole time he's fumbling with his own sleep pants and is trying to kick them off.]

He's not happy with either of us.

[But Noctis doesn't care. Iggy will forgive them by noon and already have lunch waiting for them.

Not that any of that matters at the moment. He's got more important things to attend to. One of those is letting his eyes rake over Gladio's body. Did he get bigger over the years? Finally, he can see new scars, new tattoos that cover his skin. Noctis' eyes linger on one in particular on his side and he tilts his head to get a better look at it.]

....When did you get that one?

[sworn_shield]

[He chuckles at the tone Noctis uses with Iggy on the phone. He is use to getting his way, though Gladio is sure he will hear about it in private later. One day to just themselves however won't hurt anything. In fact it will make the rest of these long, critical weeks where they will be busy easier.

He stands naked at the edge of the bed, running a hand through long hair and pulling out the ponytail holder, letting long bangs and sides of his hair loose. ]

Ah... Must have been seven, eight years ago now, before Hunter HQ was evacuated.

[He admits, turning to let him see it better. The Shield over crossed swords. On closer inspection, its the Royal Arms.]

The big one- [His eagle, he means.] -had gotten cut into real bad, and the medic was also their tattooist. We had a bunch of drinks after he sewed me back up and one thing led to another.

[Well, in the tattoo'ing sense, at least. He comes back into the bed, settling over Noctis again, hands sliding down the King's toned thighs.]

I always wanted to keep sight of what was important.

[fishingking]

[Gladio stands at the edge of the bed and Noctis' hand reaches out to touch the new (apparently nearly a decade old) tattoo. The intricate detail is impressive and it takes a moment for him to realize that the swords covered by the large shield are the Royal Arms. His fingers trace over the the line work. If he looks closely and feels, he can see where the scar tissue was. He almost wants to press his lips to the area.

He could have anything tattooed into him and yet he got that. Even when Noctis was gone with no sure way of coming back, he still wanted to... He wanted to remember him. He has a warm feeling in his chest, something that makes him smile and want to hold the other man close to him.

But then Gladio's back on top of him, settled over his thighs. The King pulls him down and pulls him in for another kiss. Now that they're both naked, there's more to touch, more feel. There's more to explore, but they can take their time. For now, the demons are gone. The Kingdom can survive without the two of them for a little while.

They had to spend the day catching up. ]

[sworn_shield]

[They can take their time and Gladio relished the thought. His fingers pet against soft skin hiding toned muscle and he just appreciates the sight until he is pulled into another kiss.

He relearns that wonderful mouth and how easy it is to coax his lips apart so he can slip into his mouth. Enjoys how messy hair on both their parts kind of gets in the way. He slowly pushes Noctis' thighs apart and slips a knee in between to press the length of his hard body against the other's own, rolling his hips down and groaning in pleasure as he can feel them both stiffen and react.]

I'll take it you like it?

[He teases. The tattoo, maybe, or this. Either way he just wants to hear the other's voice again, quiet and only for him in this short moment.]

[fishingking]

[ Gladio's hair falls forward and practically tangles in Noctis'. It's a mess of dark bangs and messy hair, but he doesn't care. His mouth opens to the other's just as easily as it did so many years ago. Being together like this may have a slow start, but it's easy to remember.

In fact, it's especially easy when he feels hips roll down against his. There's a groan against his mouth and Noctis lets out a soft gasp of his own. For all of his talk of it never 'feeling' like ten years, he was definitely feeling it right now. His reaction is almost immediate, and it's almost embarrassing.

If he actually cared about that right now. ]

Yeah, I like it. [It's breathed against Gladio's lips. He likes this, he likes the tattoo, he likes this moment.

He loves this man, though. And he'll show it with the way his moves his hips and kisses back.]

[sworn_shield]

[It would be embarrassing how worked up he is if Noctis wasn't the same. He shudders underneath his touch, meets each kiss with an honest, earnest returned one as he explores his body. Large, wadm hands move to Noctis' hips and up his sides, ending in his hair before he picks one up and puts it between them, lining up the hard length of their cocks and wrapping a hand around them.]

Missed this, [Quiet, between kisses, but Gladio's words are no less meaningful.] Missed you. I know you have a kingdom to run, but they can wait a little while longer.

[fishingking]

[Their cocks line up and Noctis shudders at the touch. When the hand wraps around them, he lets out a breathy moan against the other's mouth. His hips rise off the bed to thrust into that grip. He's almost already hot and needy and he can already tell that Gladio's on the same page. They both want and need this.]

They can wait. [It's said between kisses and soft moans.] We've waited too damn long for this. [His own hands pet over hard muscles along Gladio's back, reaching down to slide over and squeeze his ass.]

[sworn_shield]

[Hard muscle tenses underneath Noctis' touch, and his shoulders roll back and he arches down the line of his spine. Gladio growls in agreement and his kisses grow harder, heat between them hotter. Its so good hearing Noctis make these kinds of noises underneath him again.]

Good to know, because I'm not giving you back for awhile.

[It's teasing. Mostly. But the truth as well. Gladio strokes them with even pacing that isnt pushing them too fast, or taking his time. He wants, needs Noctis to enjoy this as much as he does-

Because after so much time, it was going to take them a lot of warming up.]

[fishingking]

You've got me for as long as you want.

[Noctis let's out a huff of a laugh when Gladio teases. Its ridiculous. They both wouldn't mind staying here like this for the rest of the day, even week. But they both know that there's too much to do. Noctis has a kingdom to rebuild. Gladio has caravans to lead to and from Lestallum.

A few hours... Even one day won't hurt, right?

Each kiss is harder, hotter. Each stroke has him arching into Gladio's hand. Its not slow, but it lacks the quick desperate stokes he remembers from his youth. Its an even pace, and its perfect. He can feel himself starting to leak between them and he moans into his Shield's mouth.]