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

[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.]

[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.

[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.]