[Being cornered against the rock is not what he expected. Even though he should have. Shyly, his eyes move from the sand to look at Gladio and he sucks in a breath when a hand presses with his hardon. If he was half-hard before, Gladio will easily get him fully hard with just a few strokes.]
I, hah, don't- it's just-
[It's just that he's shy about admitting all of this face to face. Can't hide blush behind the phone.]
[That's the plan. He moves the heel of his palm against the other's erection, up and down- deliberately, achingly slowly, harshly, firmly- leaning his other arm against the side of the rock.
In his mind, the prince was slight. Puny. Not all of him, it seemed.]
Yeah? What is it? You going to tell me to take my hands off you?
[Six above, he wants to throw himself off the cliff because the moan that just left his mouth was embarrassing. Gladio's hand feels so good, making Noct's hips squirm underneath the touch and gasp him gasp for air.
He grabs onto Gladio's forearm, not to push it away- but to make sure it stays in place. Also- he needs some kind of anchor, his knees feel weak.]
N...no... I won't- [he shakes his head, cheeks, neck and tip of ears all red.]
[Noct's face was a picture, and one that Gladiolus found himself enjoying the sight of. Very much, actually. And one might consider what this was to be dangerous. Mostly because it was. It would be nothing for some couple from Galdin Quay to take a walk along the beach and see them. It would be nothing for Iggy to get curious enough to come out.
And Gods help him, he thought. He'd liked that too.
But signs were there. The way Noctis seemed to press up against him more often than not on most nights, (even if damn, since their spots in the tent were directly opposite, that involved some major sleep-crawling.) the fact that the prince had been more bashful than not around him, recently.
The final straw was the photo thing. And if anything, the thought of him getting the prince off was a far better one than this stupid, weird little fancy Noctis had meaning that he didn't talk to him because he was embarrassed about things as stupid as his dreams.]
Can't hear you.
[He responds- forcing the younger man's pants down, over his hips- allowing them to pool at his ankles. He lowers his eyes to Noct's erection, deliberately staring. Just to see if he could get his face redder. And he moves his head to speak, lowly, into his ear.]
All this over a photo of me? Either you're in love, or you're some kind of pervert. What is it?
[It's hard not to be bashful around someone whom you constantly have wet dreams about. He had tried playing it off and acting "normal" and usual around Gladio, but he can all pull the facade for only so long. Especially when his body decides to betray him during the night and has him clinging to his shield like a koala to a bamboo stick.
Thinking about it always makes him additionally embarrassed and angry that he sleeps through it. And more importantly- annoyed that Gladio acts like nothing happened.
It seems, however, that Gladio's own patience wore thin today and Noct complaining about his dream to him pushed it over the edge. Anyone can walk in on them here, Prompto, Ignis, random strangers- but Gladio's hand doesn't let him think about that too much. His voice doesn't let him focus on anything but hot breath and Gladio's eyes burning into him as he pulls down his pants.
He shudders violently, taking a deep breath so he can respond-] Not... not admitting to anything. [Because Noctis can't control his goddamn tongue, is stubborn as a bull sometimes and everything's a challenge between them.]
[He kisses his teeth at that, pulling his head away. He expected to less. This was no different, really, from anything else he'd known with him. Noctis- even in the face of insurmountable odds, would always push it, and always, always, learn the hard way.
...And if he were honest with himself, it was a quality he actually liked. Probably what made them friends, too.]
Damn, you really are stubborn.
[He withdraws, only to unceremoniously take one of his shoulders, and turn him around, shoving him against the rock. Of course, he was careful. In small ways. Like making sure the forearm that Noctis was currently clinging to was about head-level against it. Rough was rough, but he couldn't have the prince losing any of his pretty teeth.]
Gonna get it out of ya though. You know that, right? You're mine for the next little while, and we're gonna straighten things out between us.
[He asks, as he drags his worn, chafed, and rough hand along Noct's ass, feeling the soft skin press resiliently upward against his touch.]
[Noctis doesn't know what compels him to always contradict whatever Gladio asks of him. He enjoys rilling the guy up, yes, but even he sometimes recognizes that he doesn't have to do it all the time like he does.
Because it always results in things like this- Gladio's temper flaring up and Noctis getting the short part of the stick. Although, right now, he doesn't mind it. At all.
It was unexpected, yes, but also so damn hot. His shield doesn't even have to break a sweat to maneuver him from one position to another and pin him so he can't wriggle out.
His.
The words send an obvious shiver down his back, followed by another when he feels the hand move across his ass.]
Gladio...
[It's hard to tell whether this is another wet dream or reality. His fingers curl against the rock, fully expecting a smack, but there's none and he's completely on the edge.]
[Probably his lot in life, all considered. As someone that'd taken to his role surprisingly well, and someone that didn't have the tact of Ignis in making sure Noctis went along with his, it was probably the fact that he was seen as a living, breathing embodiment of the pressures of the crown. And that was probably the root cause of why Noctis rebelled against him so much.
Something Gladiolus himself had accepted, because what else was there to do? It wasn't as if he could make Noctis be okay with all of it. All he could do was protect him.
... But he couldn't accept this. The additional shyness, of not meeting his gaze, of not saying anything to him was too much, and it interfered with his job- of protecting him. How the hell could he protect a man that could barely meet his gaze?
His hand moves to lightly circle a finger against Noct's entrance.]
Talkative now? Too late. Open up your armiger. I know what you've got in there, and believe me, you don't want to do this without it.
[Ignis had accepted and dealt with the shy part of him. Gladio doesn't seem to be able to accept that a Prince, future King, can actually be shy around people he likes. And it is definitively one of the reasons why Noctis rebels so much.
He groans when he feels the finger teasingly circle against his entrance and his muscles unwillingly clench as if protesting that the finger is outside.
Noctis groans against the rock, turning head only a bit to look at Gladio, still red in the face but with a challenge in his eye-]
Oh y-yeah? T-Then get it yourself. Armiger is shared space y-you know.
[He prays to gods that Glaido doesn't take this as another challenge and just pushes his finger in dry.]
[Sorry Noct, this time the Gods aren't listening. Gladio's eyes narrow, and he pushes in half a finger, feeling the prince's insides clench around him, taught muscle preventing him from going any further without being forceful. This had to be uncomfortable for Noct. But damn it, he'd made it this way.
He leans against him, lowering his head to the crook of the other's neck.]
Get the damn lube, Noct. Seriously.
[As if to illustrate his point, he presses something... altogether rather large at this point to the other's leg, as he takes the skin at the nape of the smaller man's neck into his teeth. It's not enough to mark. But it's enough to be felt.]
He knew that Gladio would push the finger in dry because he taunted him, and it makes him hiss. It burns but it also feels good because Gladio's finger is rough and big and, damn it, so good.
A moan is followed by a shiver when Gladio teases his neck with his teeth and he can't take it. Not when he feels that Gladio's as hard as he is and he needs a moment to focus to actually find the damn bottle and pull it out. It appears in his hand in a flash of blue sparkles, but with the way he's pressed, Gladio will have to take it from him.]
You... are an asshole...
[And yet he taunts him and wants more of this. Is he masochistic? Who knows. The only thing Noctis does know is that he enjoys Gladio pressed up against his back like this. The anticipation keeps growing in him, making him squirm again.]
[He allows the skin to slip from his teeth- bringing his head forward again to speak, roughly, against the back of his neck.]
Yeah? I guess. But I've also got one right here. By the asshole.
[He illustrates his point by curling the fingers not inside the prince now king- flicking the sensitive patch of skin between his hole and his balls. It's probably enough to give him a start. Probably piss off. Perhaps enough to make him whimper. But it's only the once- his spare fingers moving to that spot and massaging his prostate from the outside of his body.
And.
When he hears the bottle appear, he moves his lips to the top of Noctis' ear as he massages him, his lips soft.]
See what happens when you listen? You be nice, I'll be nice, Noct.
[Noctis can't stop that moan. It's not a complaint, it's not a whimper, it's a moan from a well-placed finger and touches and Noct's fingers want to dig into the stone in front of him but can't. He shivers violently, a red flush spreading over the back of his nack and to ears and he wants to squirm and get more of those touches.
Gladio's voice is so velvety deep and Noctis is glad that all Gladio's doing is pressing that small point from the outside. He would seriously get off very quickly on just him speaking.]
Y-Yeah? I have some doubts. [He bites back a moan and looks over his shoulder at him, eyes burning with lust-] You have me pinned to a rock-
[His own eyes are dark as he spies the flash of brilliant blue of the other's, nipping the top of his ear at the question. He slowly slides his finger out, taking the lube from the other man's extended arm.
He raises his head as he leans against Noctis, as if he weren't a person, let alone the king, to keep him to the rock, taking his time about spreading it over his rough fingers.]
Kinda, yeah. Gotta be honest. You've been quiet around me recently. All bashful, and shy. I don't like it when you don't talk to me. So, I figured that I'd get you over it, with this. But...
[He finishes coating his fingers, recapping the bottle and dropping it down to the sand to be picked up later.]
...Now I've got you here, this is kind of hot. It's not just for that now. [He glances to him, taking his weight off him.] Noct, I'm all for being rough if you want me to be rough. Slow if you want that, instead. But I'm not gonna do this if you don't want it.
[Noctis moans when Gladio completely presses him against the rough, cold rock- yet the coldness does nothing to subside the need and want Gladio's body keeps setting ablaze inside of him, just from being pressed to him.
When his Shield points out his odd behavior around him, tips of his ears burn- what he thought to be not noticeable didn't really slip past Gladio. He whines when Gladio pulls away, a clear protest to the last words Gladio just said.]
Are you joking me? [He breathes out, shivering visibly.] I'm harder than the rock you have me pinned against and you ask if I want this? [He licks his lips and pushes his hips back, seeking to grind up against Gladio-] You should borrow Iggy's specs.
[What could be said. He's perceptive. More so than most give him credit for. As Noctis moves against him, He moves back against him- his arm slipping around his waist to steady him as he moves his hips against him. He swallows- a small groan in the back of his throat. Unvoiced. More a low growl than anything. But there.]
Hey. Watch it. S'nothing wrong with my eyes.
[He leans himself up against the other once again at that, though not as forcefully as before. Not when his behind moving against him like that afforded him that sort of friction. Soon enough, his hand closes around a hip to hold him still- just while he takes himself out of his sweats, pressing his shaft up, between Noct's cheeks. Then he loosens his hold to stroke it, between them.
He moves his head to the base of Noct's neck- speaking lowly.]
[The groan might be swallowed, but Noct heard edges of it- such is the blessing when one is pressed close enough against you. Noctis groans himself but doesn't even bother to hold it back. Especially when he presses his cock between his cheeks, like a goddamn tease he is.
His fingers are clawing at the stone in front of him, wanting desperately to look behind himself and see Gladio grinding against him. That train of thought is interrupted with Gladio's low voice against his neck. To say it... there's no way.
Not because he's embarrassed- that stage is gone- but because, when it comes to Gladio, everything's a challenge.]
[If there wasn't for their rivalry, he'd have been able to let go into what feels entirely and completely amazing and allow Noctis to both tease, and work him a little. But they were both stubborn. Terribly stubborn, the pair of them- personalities matched for the one simple fact that neither of them would compromise.
So.
He pulls himself away, moving both of his hands to Noct's shoulders and forcing him around, shoving him- again against the large stone. (Though he is careful enough to ensure that Noct's shoulders take the brunt of the jolt.) He leans in close again, one arm pinning him still, the other moving to the back of his head to take out a small tie.
It's nothing major. It's more to stop the longer parts of his hair getting sweaty while he's running more than anything - but it's secured, tightly around the base of the other's cock. Once that's done, he shoves him around- again - his hand catching Noct's arms and holding them behind his back. He moves the fingers of his spare hand against each other, just to see, if they were still lubricated.
...Good enough, he thought.
He moves close again, brushing his fingers against the other man's entrance as he bites the top of his ear, pressing himself against his cheek.]
You think I'm hard now? I'm not even half-ready. Wonder what'll make you scream harder. Getting you ready or taking you.
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[Being cornered against the rock is not what he expected. Even though he should have. Shyly, his eyes move from the sand to look at Gladio and he sucks in a breath when a hand presses with his hardon. If he was half-hard before, Gladio will easily get him fully hard with just a few strokes.]
I, hah, don't- it's just-
[It's just that he's shy about admitting all of this face to face. Can't hide blush behind the phone.]
♥
In his mind, the prince was slight. Puny. Not all of him, it seemed.]
Yeah? What is it? You going to tell me to take my hands off you?
♥♥♥
He grabs onto Gladio's forearm, not to push it away- but to make sure it stays in place. Also- he needs some kind of anchor, his knees feel weak.]
N...no... I won't- [he shakes his head, cheeks, neck and tip of ears all red.]
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And Gods help him, he thought. He'd liked that too.
But signs were there. The way Noctis seemed to press up against him more often than not on most nights, (even if damn, since their spots in the tent were directly opposite, that involved some major sleep-crawling.) the fact that the prince had been more bashful than not around him, recently.
The final straw was the photo thing. And if anything, the thought of him getting the prince off was a far better one than this stupid, weird little fancy Noctis had meaning that he didn't talk to him because he was embarrassed about things as stupid as his dreams.]
Can't hear you.
[He responds- forcing the younger man's pants down, over his hips- allowing them to pool at his ankles. He lowers his eyes to Noct's erection, deliberately staring. Just to see if he could get his face redder. And he moves his head to speak, lowly, into his ear.]
All this over a photo of me? Either you're in love, or you're some kind of pervert. What is it?
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Thinking about it always makes him additionally embarrassed and angry that he sleeps through it. And more importantly- annoyed that Gladio acts like nothing happened.
It seems, however, that Gladio's own patience wore thin today and Noct complaining about his dream to him pushed it over the edge. Anyone can walk in on them here, Prompto, Ignis, random strangers- but Gladio's hand doesn't let him think about that too much. His voice doesn't let him focus on anything but hot breath and Gladio's eyes burning into him as he pulls down his pants.
He shudders violently, taking a deep breath so he can respond-] Not... not admitting to anything. [Because Noctis can't control his goddamn tongue, is stubborn as a bull sometimes and everything's a challenge between them.]
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[He kisses his teeth at that, pulling his head away. He expected to less. This was no different, really, from anything else he'd known with him. Noctis- even in the face of insurmountable odds, would always push it, and always, always, learn the hard way.
...And if he were honest with himself, it was a quality he actually liked. Probably what made them friends, too.]
Damn, you really are stubborn.
[He withdraws, only to unceremoniously take one of his shoulders, and turn him around, shoving him against the rock. Of course, he was careful. In small ways. Like making sure the forearm that Noctis was currently clinging to was about head-level against it. Rough was rough, but he couldn't have the prince losing any of his pretty teeth.]
Gonna get it out of ya though. You know that, right? You're mine for the next little while, and we're gonna straighten things out between us.
[He asks, as he drags his worn, chafed, and rough hand along Noct's ass, feeling the soft skin press resiliently upward against his touch.]
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Because it always results in things like this- Gladio's temper flaring up and Noctis getting the short part of the stick. Although, right now, he doesn't mind it. At all.
It was unexpected, yes, but also so damn hot. His shield doesn't even have to break a sweat to maneuver him from one position to another and pin him so he can't wriggle out.
His.
The words send an obvious shiver down his back, followed by another when he feels the hand move across his ass.]
Gladio...
[It's hard to tell whether this is another wet dream or reality. His fingers curl against the rock, fully expecting a smack, but there's none and he's completely on the edge.]
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Something Gladiolus himself had accepted, because what else was there to do? It wasn't as if he could make Noctis be okay with all of it. All he could do was protect him.
... But he couldn't accept this. The additional shyness, of not meeting his gaze, of not saying anything to him was too much, and it interfered with his job- of protecting him. How the hell could he protect a man that could barely meet his gaze?
His hand moves to lightly circle a finger against Noct's entrance.]
Talkative now? Too late. Open up your armiger. I know what you've got in there, and believe me, you don't want to do this without it.
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He groans when he feels the finger teasingly circle against his entrance and his muscles unwillingly clench as if protesting that the finger is outside.
Noctis groans against the rock, turning head only a bit to look at Gladio, still red in the face but with a challenge in his eye-]
Oh y-yeah? T-Then get it yourself. Armiger is shared space y-you know.
[He prays to gods that Glaido doesn't take this as another challenge and just pushes his finger in dry.]
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He leans against him, lowering his head to the crook of the other's neck.]
Get the damn lube, Noct. Seriously.
[As if to illustrate his point, he presses something... altogether rather large at this point to the other's leg, as he takes the skin at the nape of the smaller man's neck into his teeth. It's not enough to mark. But it's enough to be felt.]
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He knew that Gladio would push the finger in dry because he taunted him, and it makes him hiss. It burns but it also feels good because Gladio's finger is rough and big and, damn it, so good.
A moan is followed by a shiver when Gladio teases his neck with his teeth and he can't take it. Not when he feels that Gladio's as hard as he is and he needs a moment to focus to actually find the damn bottle and pull it out. It appears in his hand in a flash of blue sparkles, but with the way he's pressed, Gladio will have to take it from him.]
You... are an asshole...
[And yet he taunts him and wants more of this. Is he masochistic? Who knows. The only thing Noctis does know is that he enjoys Gladio pressed up against his back like this. The anticipation keeps growing in him, making him squirm again.]
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Yeah? I guess. But I've also got one right here. By the asshole.
[He illustrates his point by curling the fingers not inside the prince now king- flicking the sensitive patch of skin between his hole and his balls. It's probably enough to give him a start. Probably piss off. Perhaps enough to make him whimper. But it's only the once- his spare fingers moving to that spot and massaging his prostate from the outside of his body.
And.
When he hears the bottle appear, he moves his lips to the top of Noctis' ear as he massages him, his lips soft.]
See what happens when you listen? You be nice, I'll be nice, Noct.
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Gladio's voice is so velvety deep and Noctis is glad that all Gladio's doing is pressing that small point from the outside. He would seriously get off very quickly on just him speaking.]
Y-Yeah? I have some doubts. [He bites back a moan and looks over his shoulder at him, eyes burning with lust-] You have me pinned to a rock-
Do I drive you that crazy?
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He raises his head as he leans against Noctis, as if he weren't a person, let alone the king, to keep him to the rock, taking his time about spreading it over his rough fingers.]
Kinda, yeah. Gotta be honest. You've been quiet around me recently. All bashful, and shy. I don't like it when you don't talk to me. So, I figured that I'd get you over it, with this. But...
[He finishes coating his fingers, recapping the bottle and dropping it down to the sand to be picked up later.]
...Now I've got you here, this is kind of hot. It's not just for that now. [He glances to him, taking his weight off him.] Noct, I'm all for being rough if you want me to be rough. Slow if you want that, instead. But I'm not gonna do this if you don't want it.
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When his Shield points out his odd behavior around him, tips of his ears burn- what he thought to be not noticeable didn't really slip past Gladio. He whines when Gladio pulls away, a clear protest to the last words Gladio just said.]
Are you joking me? [He breathes out, shivering visibly.] I'm harder than the rock you have me pinned against and you ask if I want this? [He licks his lips and pushes his hips back, seeking to grind up against Gladio-] You should borrow Iggy's specs.
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Hey. Watch it. S'nothing wrong with my eyes.
[He leans himself up against the other once again at that, though not as forcefully as before. Not when his behind moving against him like that afforded him that sort of friction. Soon enough, his hand closes around a hip to hold him still- just while he takes himself out of his sweats, pressing his shaft up, between Noct's cheeks. Then he loosens his hold to stroke it, between them.
He moves his head to the base of Noct's neck- speaking lowly.]
I want you to say it.
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His fingers are clawing at the stone in front of him, wanting desperately to look behind himself and see Gladio grinding against him. That train of thought is interrupted with Gladio's low voice against his neck. To say it... there's no way.
Not because he's embarrassed- that stage is gone- but because, when it comes to Gladio, everything's a challenge.]
Make me.
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[If there wasn't for their rivalry, he'd have been able to let go into what feels entirely and completely amazing and allow Noctis to both tease, and work him a little. But they were both stubborn. Terribly stubborn, the pair of them- personalities matched for the one simple fact that neither of them would compromise.
So.
He pulls himself away, moving both of his hands to Noct's shoulders and forcing him around, shoving him- again against the large stone. (Though he is careful enough to ensure that Noct's shoulders take the brunt of the jolt.) He leans in close again, one arm pinning him still, the other moving to the back of his head to take out a small tie.
It's nothing major. It's more to stop the longer parts of his hair getting sweaty while he's running more than anything - but it's secured, tightly around the base of the other's cock. Once that's done, he shoves him around- again - his hand catching Noct's arms and holding them behind his back. He moves the fingers of his spare hand against each other, just to see, if they were still lubricated.
...Good enough, he thought.
He moves close again, brushing his fingers against the other man's entrance as he bites the top of his ear, pressing himself against his cheek.]
You think I'm hard now? I'm not even half-ready. Wonder what'll make you scream harder. Getting you ready or taking you.