Sword and Shield post because thats what this turned into

[shwarm_after]

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

[sworn_shield]

[All he hears are muffled noises of... Yep, whining. That is absolutely whining.]

No dice, Prince of Pillows.

[He checks first to make sure that the side table isn't in the way (So that Noctis can't hit his head on it- He is his Shield, afer all-) before leaning over and using both hands to push the teenager out of the bed and onto the floor. Don't worry, he'll be fine- That blanket nest will soak in the short drop, but the whole sensation of falling whould have the other jumping out of his skin.]

Up and at 'em!

[fishingking]

[ He can feel Gladio's body heat nearby. He expects to feel the covers yanked off of him, and his hands clutch at them tighter. He's not going to get up without a fight. He's warm and comfortable, and its break. He doesn't need to get up. He needs to stay right where he is and nap the day away. Or hell, even the rest of break.

He's prepared to fight this battle.

But what he isn't prepared for is the sudden push off the side of the bed. He yelps. His hands try to find purchase on the sheets, but he only drags them down with him as he falls to the floor.

He's awake. And he's on the floor. He rubs at his head as he pushes himself up. ]

Why the hell did you do that?! What's wrong with you?

[Yeah, he might be miffed.]

[sworn_shield]

[He laughs;It's a little harsh, but that's just how Gladio is. The man stretches and stands up from the bed to go to Noctis' dresser, pulling open the top drawer to look for shorts and a tshirt he can work out it. Iggy's cleaned, laundered and folded them in the same spot, as usual.]

I've got four more hours of work to do and the King riding my ass about how your training is coming along. No time for a fairy tale wake-up today, Noct.

[Oh look you're up. Tossing that shirt at you now, Prince.]

[fishingking]

[ The shirt hits him on the head and he bats it away. He pushes himself up and runs a hand through his messy hair. He had some epic bed head, but he didn't have time to fix it. At least no now. ]

So did my father send you to check up on me?

[ He slowly reaches for one of the pillows while Gladio has his back turned. Then he quietly he lifts it up a chucks it at Gladio's head.

How's that for training staying on top of his training? ]

[sworn_shield]

I'm checking up on you because you decided to slack off, not because King Regis-ack!

[Well he was going to go into lecture mode, instead Noct throws a pillow at the back of his head, tilting him forward a little but nothing more. He is turning around now to give the other a look, but the corner of Gladio's mouth is twitching as he tries not to laugh as he holds the pillow out.]

Oh come on, you can do way better than that!

[fishingking]

[ He know he hasn't hurt Gladio. It's just a pillow, and he knows the shield can take away more than that. He doesn't know whether to expect a lecture in turn or a smile, but he's ready for either.

Luckily, Gladio's got a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth and the prince knows he's in the clear. At least for now. He grins and grabs another pillow before he drops into a proper stance to attack. It gives Gladio the advantage of anticipation, but he's fine with that. ] Then how's this?

Oh yeah? [He then charges and warps over to Galdio, hoping to strike him once with the pillow. Yeah, it was a frivolous use of his powers, but he had priorities.]

[sworn_shield]

[So it's a fight you want, huh Noctis? cue the battle music then with his back against the dresser Gladio has nowhere to dodge to except to the side, so he is sidestepping and attempting to thwack Prince Pain-in-the-Ass in the side as he warps in.]

Alright, you asked for it!

[Commence the pillow fight. It's so juvenile that he can't help but laugh about it.]

[fishingking]

[He was sure he'd land a good strike, but he missed, and now Gladio had the upper ha-]

Agh! [The pillow thwaps him in the side and he stumbles to the side. He steps back and warps a few paces back toward the bed. He can vaguely remember both Iggy and Gladio giving him lectures on using his powers for things like this, but this was important. Plus, it didn't look like Gladio minded.

He wound up, and chucked the pillow at Gladio's face with as much force as he could.]

[sworn_shield]

[Now that he's lost his advantage of knowing where Noct would strike, Gladio is too bulky to really dodge in a small space like this. Raising his hands up so that Noctis' pillow bounces off his forearms, but that's about all he can do under the assault.]

Growling under his breath, though with a brightness to his eyes, he swipes his pillow out after the other in a wide sweep. Don't get too close kid, he's liable to knock you over!]

[fishingking]

[ Noctis backs up, trying to escape Gladio's swipe for him. The back of his knees hit the bed and he falls backward on to the mattress. He grabs one of the pillows left on the bed and hopes to use it as a shield. Or a weapon. Or anything to defend himself from Gladio. He had always thought that the amount of pillows in his room was a little excessive (who really needed four pillows?) but he was grateful for them now. He'll thank Iggy when he sees him next time.

The prince is familiar with that growl. It's the kind of growl that makes Noctis rise to a challenge and pushes him further. He swipes at his retainer with the pillow and hopes to get a good strike in. ]

[sworn_shield]

[Well then, it's good to see that Noct has some fight to him. With two pillows at his disposal and the prince vulnerable on his back, he lobbs one at his head before he quick steps in to pin the Prince between himself and the bed, taking a good few smacks to the face for his trouble.]

Looks like I was wrong. [He says, cocky as he gets one knee between Noctis' own and leans over the other. He is already crowing over his victory, it seems, but it isn't impossible to budge the Shield. His chosen punishment is to discard his pillow and bring a hand up to mess with that rather epic bedhead. Quick, stop him Noct!] Hope you didn't think you were getting out of training that easily!

[fishingking]

[ Gladio comes in and Noctis lands a few good hits with the pillow as the shield looms over him. But then there's not enough room and soon Gladio's hands are tussling his hair and Noctis tries squirming under him. He tries batting away at the hand, but the other man is way too strong and the prince knows he's not going to go easy on him.]

Hey, knock it off! [He's trying to sound angry, but there's a smile plastered on his face. If Gladio wanted to fight dirty, the the prince would return the favor. He reached his hands up the shield's sides, for once grateful that he liked to wear his shirts open, and tried tickling at his sides.

Tickle Tickle.]

[sworn_shield]

[Hiding those abs is a crime against humanity, everyone should be able to enjoy them. On the other hand, it does leave him open for the Prince's sneaky attack, which has Gladio choking on a laugh as he flinches as his sides are gone after.]

That's low, Noct. [He gives a teasing little tug to the hair before letting go, trying to chase off those hands as he rears back.]

[fishingking]

[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.]

[sworn_shield]

[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.

[fishingking]

[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?

[sworn_shield]

[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.]

[fishingking]

[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.]

[sworn_shield]

[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.

[fishingking]

[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. ]

[sworn_shield]

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.]

[fishingking]

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. ]

[sworn_shield]

[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.]

[shwarm_after]

[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.]

[shwarm_after]

[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.]