"Well you might be. You'd look damn pretty at the bottom of the pile anyway."
Gladio is nothing if not annoyingly suggestive at times. He grins, working on Noctis' clothes the same way the king is working on his, but it seems he's stolen a bit too much of the man's time for Prompto's taste. He hears the distinctive noise of a zipper being undone when he has his head in his upheanded shirt, and by the time he pulls it off-a little unamused noise at how a certian someone was using his nicknames- he is greeted with the sight of Prompto with his face buried in Ignis' lap.
"Someone couldn't wait."
He huffed again, but doesn't seem more than just a little put out. Instead he focuses his attention on dragging off Noctis' clothes, and once his shirt and belt are off, he is running his hand up Ignis' thigh, over the fabric of his pants and running his fingers over Prompto's lips stretched around the man's cock. The other drags Noctis in to bite at his throat.
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Gladio is nothing if not annoyingly suggestive at times. He grins, working on Noctis' clothes the same way the king is working on his, but it seems he's stolen a bit too much of the man's time for Prompto's taste. He hears the distinctive noise of a zipper being undone when he has his head in his upheanded shirt, and by the time he pulls it off-a little unamused noise at how a certian someone was using his nicknames- he is greeted with the sight of Prompto with his face buried in Ignis' lap.
"Someone couldn't wait."
He huffed again, but doesn't seem more than just a little put out. Instead he focuses his attention on dragging off Noctis' clothes, and once his shirt and belt are off, he is running his hand up Ignis' thigh, over the fabric of his pants and running his fingers over Prompto's lips stretched around the man's cock. The other drags Noctis in to bite at his throat.
"Looks like you're not getting up, Ignis."