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]

What's the point of taking me here if I can't fall asleep? [He's joking. Mostly. Not really, okay. But he's almost positive he could just fall asleep here in the warm water and the feeling of Gladio's presence around him. It's such a nice feeling and he closes his eyes.

Totally not trying to nap. Not at all.

His hand rests on Gladio's thigh. Just. Innocently resting there. The rest of his body leans more heavily on his shield. It's only because he's relaxed and not because he's getting ready to fall asleep, okay.]

[sworn_shield]

[His eyes slide half closed when Noctis touches him, quiet smile on his face as the other curls up to his side.]

Well I suppose if you'd rather nap, I'll keep you from drowning.

[He lets his fingers rub at the back of the Prince's neck, gently soothing. They are safe, nobody was going to come down here looking for him while he's suppose to be training. Noctis had all the time in the world.]

[fishingking]

Mn, that's part of your royal duty. [Not that he really means that. Gladio means so much more to him. His duty is to protect the prince, but he means so much more. He's a friend, a mentor, something...else that they don't really define. At least not yet.

He shifts a bit to look up at his shield before he leans forward and presses his lips against the other's. Take tat as his wordless thank you.]

[sworn_shield]

[Despite the tease, it is Gladio's duty, he swore and oath to such. But along the way Noctis had become someone he truly cared about, and when the other leans in to kiss him he welcomes Noctis without reservation.

Of couse with one kiss it leads to another. Long and slow and as warm as the water around them. His fingers slide up to pet through dark hair, because Gladio enjoys touching and Noctis has never complained about it.]

[fishingking]

[ The kiss leads to another. His lips part to let Gladio explore his mouth, his hands explore across his skin. Fingers run through his hair, wetting it, messing it up. It's so easy to just hand over control to Gladio, to let him guide him into the next kiss. There's something he remembers from that oath said years ago about thinking for the king when he couldn't. The details don't matter, though. Not now.

This is slow, lazy, and it's everything Noctis wants right now. He shifts against The Shield, moves so he's practically sitting in the other man's lap.

You know, to get comfortable. This was supposed to be relaxing, after all. ]

[sworn_shield]

[Gladio knows what his charge needs. Something quiet, easy and away from others, something focused on iust Noctis alone rather that the outside pressures he faces.

Gladio is glad to give that to him, licking his way between their mouths to coax open, tangling tongues together as slow heat builds between them. His other arm drops off of the side of the pool to wrap low around his hips, fingers petting over fair and soft skin before he realizes that as much as it is quite here, this isn't exactly in the privacy of Noctis' apartment.

The kiss slows, before Gladio pulls away and leaves one against Noctis' forehead, then perches his chin on top of that dark hair to tuck the prince close to him.]

I got you, [He murmurs, low and deep. His next words however are a little teasing.] But I think we'll have to wait till later.

[He had told Noctis they could do whatever, but this may be pushing it a little. Not that anybody could see under the water at them, but they have never exactly been the quietest about it either.]

[fishingking]

[ Everything is soft, gentle. There's an arm around his waist that pulls him flush against Gladio. His arms rest over the other's shoulders, fingers tangling in dark hair. The water around them is warm, and everything between them is only getting warmer. He lets out a soft sound that almost echos in the quiet area.

And then Gladio pulls away. Noctis blinks in confusion. He feels those lips against his forehead, an then... He's got his head perched on top of Noctis' dark hair. The prince is definitely pouting frowning and he's sure Gladio can feel it against his skin. That was just a tease. ]

Why? [Don't think he's going to give up that easily.] There's nobody else here.

[sworn_shield]

[That pout is hard to say no to, but Gladio has the advantage for the moment of not being able to see the Prince's face. He does however tilt his head back into the touch of Noctis' hands, enjoying them in his hair more than he would like to admit.]

Yeah, but it's not exactly private. [He points out. Sure he had done his part to ensure Noct had his privacy, but if anyone got wind of him down here, not even mention catching them in a compromising position...]

I'mas disappointed as you, believe me. [He pulls his head up do he can look down at the other, grin on his face. And fingers tracing aimless patterns on Noctis' skin.] But you know me, I'm not exactly quiet .

[fishingking]

[He lets his hands go through the dark hair, smooth over the back of Gladio's neck.

No, it's not entirely private. It's not the best place for them to be seen like this together. There could be scandal throughout the city. His father and Ignis would probably be furious. A King wasn't supposed to be with his Shield like this, yet here they were. It wasn't like they were going to stop any time soon, though.

Gladio looks at him and Noct knows that all hope isn't lost. He's got a good chance of getting Gladio to do what he wants.

He leans forward, presses his lips to Gladio's jawline, down his neck. The prince knows what he wants and he's going to get it. ]

Then just think of this as a training session.

[sworn_shield]

[When Noctis wants something, the brat he was, the teenager could not be deterred from it for nearly anything. Gladio hasn't tried hard yet, and had intended to ply the other with soothing words and kisses snuck between long moments of relaxing, but what happens instead is that Noctis says those words, and he takes it as a challenge.]

You gonna teach me something? [He says, unable to hide the cockiness in his voice. His fingers tighten on Noctis' skin slightly but he doesn't stop him, hand sliding down to join the other on his hips as that mouth slides down his neck.] Like what?

[fishingking]

[ He grins against Gladio's skin, sharp and almost wicked. It looked like Gladio wasn't going to put up much of a fight (at least a fight against this) and Noctis was going to celebrate his victory with wet open mouthed kisses along his neck.

They were more alike than they would both admit. They never liked to back down from a challenge, especially if it was issued by the other. It was ridiculous but sometimes it brought out the best in them. And the worst, but that wasn't important. ]

I think I can teach you how to be quiet. [He pauses to suck at a particularly sensitive spot on Gladio's neck] You could learn a thing or two about keeping your voice down.

[Not that he was one to talk.]

[sworn_shield]

[Being able to egg each other on was one of the worst traits the two of them had, tho mostly it sticks to instagating each other in the bedroom and teasing the other members of the Prince's Crownsguard. The dark noise thay leaves Gladio isn't at all upset over such a challenge however, though it is much quieter than usual, a rumble in his chest that Noctis was sure to feel.]

That's rich, coming from you.

[His hands slide down to flatten along the curve of Noct's ass, fingers spreading and slowly gripping as the other marks him so high up. It'll be visible even with a shirt, the brat.]

Fine then, work your magic, Prince Charmless.

[fishingking]

At least I'm not as loud as you. [Which was true. Noctis was the quieter of the two of them. Sometimes. There was always the times where Gladio would have the prince practically screaming as he pounded into him.

But that wasn't what was going to happen today.

He feels that low rumble of a purr. It is quieter than usual, but its still there. Noctis wonders how long he has until he can get him to really make some noise. His eyes flick up to the marks he can see darkening already. They're going to be dark and prominent and there'd be no way for him to cover them up. His hands rake down that broad chest, brushing over nipples and ink on skin. He grazes his teeth over a sensitive spot on Gladio's neck before he bites down. He shifts his hips as he feels those hands spread along his ass.]

[sworn_shield]

You say that, but I'm pretty sure that was you biting the pillow last week, not me.

[But Gladio is clearly teasing. This isn't a competition at all, just mutual want even though the Shield was being a little reluctant about it, playing hard to get but much less harder (and more, in other places) as time goes on.]

Besides, [His words and breath hitch as Noctis bites down, eyes going half lidded and hips rolling up against the other, making sure that the Prince felt his cock stiffening between their bodies.] You like it when I'm loud and saying filthy things that make your pretty face blush.

[fishingking]

[ It's not fair how easily Gladio can get him to flush with just his words alone. Even now he can feel his face heat up at the mention of it. It's entirely not fair and he lets his nails gently scrape against Gladio's nipples in retaliation. ]

Then it's too bad we can't be too loud here, then.

[ It comes out as a purr, something low. It's another challenge issued and the prince is almost confident that Gladio will accept it. How loud can they be? They don't want to get caught but... a little noise never hurt anyone.

His other hand dips into the warm water around them. It slides over Gladio's slick belly and over that stiffening member between them. He gives it one slow teasing stroke as he sucks along Gladio's shoulder. ]

[sworn_shield]

[It isn't fair at all, and he laughs as red flushes up Noctis' face until the noise is strangled by a hiss, that scratch of those nails pleasurable and jolting heat through his body.]

You just can't make up your mind, can you? [His eyes are dark with want, one hand slipping up the Prince's back and into his hair, tangling in firmly as his hips push up into that stroke. Gladio hates being teased, when what he wants is so close.] It's because I spoil you, and you always get exactly what you want. Maybe I need to change that.

[He yanks on that hair just enough for it to be pleasureably painful, and his mouth crashes against Noctis' own with greedy intent and a low moan.]

[fishingking]

[ That hand slides up his back and is in his hair. He doesn't mind when those hands are roaming upward. He wants to feel them all over his body, holding him. Touching him.

His touch on Gladio's still stays loose. He rubs his thumb over the head. He's teasing and he knows it. It's going to drive his shied crazu and it's going to be great. ]

I don't have a-- [He lets out a hiss when his hair is pulled almost painfully. Its so sudden and it takes him off guard. He's forced to look up at Gladio, stare at those dark eyes for a brief moment before a pair of lips crush against his own.

He lets out his moan own man and his hand tightens around Gladio's length a he gives it a good stroke.]

[sworn_shield]

[He drinks down Noctis' moan, not caring about being quiet at all as they disturb the otherwise peaceful water with their bodies. Gladio's skin is slick with water and sweat, and his whole body feels hot and unfocused. What Noctis gives him isn't enough, and he wants so much more.]

Yes- [He hisses out, not quiet about it at all as Noctis grips him tight and strokes him like he should have from the start. There is no reservations about any of it bow, The Six be damned if The Shield gets caught with him like this. Licking his way into Noct's mouth he kisses the other hotly, the way he knows he likes, and despite the previous threats of holding off there is exactly zero restraint in how Gladio gave to him now as he reaches between them to touch Noctis as well.]

[fishingking]

[It's only a single word, but Gladio says it was such need that it makes Noctis shudder against him. He hadn't expected for things to get so heated so soon. He expected to draw this out, make Gladio writhe for him, but that wasn't going to happen. Not when the other had him in his grasp.

He lets out another strangled noise into his shield's mouth when he was touched. The stroke is firm, sure, and just the way he likes it. His hips press into that touch. It's not enough, but it's what Gladio will give him, and he'll take it. Noctis tries to return the favor, matching each stroke with one of his own. ]

Shit, Gladio... [His voice comes out as a whine.] Don't stop...

[sworn_shield]

[Gods he loved hearing Noctis when he is worked up, and it makes him shudder as much as the teenager touching him. The pace he sets is of rough and fast strokes, all heat and no grace to bring them the quickest to the peak of their pleasure.]

Hell no. [Like he could even think of stopping? It wasn't possible. He drops his head to run his mouth against skin, stubble rough against the Prince as his Shield works them up to the point of too much, too soon, all with heated and very obvious and loud noises of pleasure.]

[fishingking]

Everything is rough, hot, fast. He's too worked up already, and they've only just started. He can feel that stubble against his skin. It's the kind of roughness that he can only associate with Gladio. Something that's distinctly his and only for Noctis to really know like this.

He lets out a low whine. It's quiet and hushed in Gladio's ear. He did say he was quieter than his shield, and he was going to prove it. Maybe. Gladio tugs just right and Noctis' breath hitches. His own hand squeezes and mimics Gladio's movements.

[sworn_shield]

[Okay, so Gladio doesn't know how to be quiet. Not one to let that get in the way he is determined to focus on their pleasure now that they have started. His breath ghosts Noctis' skin in warm pants, kisses opened mouthed and with a scrape of his teeth to them. Anything, everything to make his Prince feel good.

Rewarded with those quiet noises that are still too quiet for him, Gladio's free hand sweeps up the other's back.]

So good, Noct. [He says breathlessly, dark eyes unfocused but the intensity of his voice certainly not.] All I want to do is keep you here, take you apart piece by piece, until you're so loud, so worked up, and all mine.

[fishingking]

[ His back arches against that touch along his back. Everything is so hot. His skin is heated, teetering on being almost uncomfortable. It's both too much and not enough at the same time. He's held in place by that strong hand on his back, and the other wrapped around his dick.

Noctis can feel his face heat up at those words and the intensity in that voice. He knew he was already red before, but these words force him to feel the flush run down his neck again. Those words alone almost send him over the edge, and he can feel himself spurt just a bit of precum under the water. He's so close, but doesn't want to stop yet. ]

Gladio... [It's louder this time. His voice sounds almost ragged and foreign to his own ears.] I-I want you to--[Do what? Finish him off this way? Do more? It's hard to think.]

[sworn_shield]

[He's close, but when the other says his name like that, pleads with him for somethong, Gladio can hold off. He groans hotly, mouthing his way up to kiss Noctis again. The hand on the other doesn't stop, but he can feel the way Noctis twitches in his grip. Each tug stays hard but he does slow, drawing it out, needing to hear what he has to say.]

Fuck, Noct. [Short on breath, and he's close. Gladiolus' breath and tone is uneven to the point of pantingm The teen should know just how close he is, with how that thick shaft jerks in his grip.] Say it, tell me. Don't you think of holding back.

[fishingking]

[ They're both close. They're so close. He can feel his muscles tighten and clench. But Gladio's hand slows down to an agonizingly slow pace. He can feel each hot breath against his skin, each word vibrate against his skin. He lets out another breath and a soft whine might or might not have come with it. He needs to come so bad but he can't. Not yet. Not when it's not what he wants. ]

Fuck me. [The words are practically growled out against the other's ear. He wants to make it clear it's what he wants. He wants Gladio to hear it in his voice, to feel it in the way he shifts his hips. His own hand slows down around that thick cock and he squeezes around the base.]