[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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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.