[ Gladio rumbles in response, each of the noises escaping Noctis like a jolt of electricity lighting on each of his nerves. It almost stings, bright and powerful, enough to bring even a man like him to his knees. They might have, if he'd been standing, and he wants nothing more than to bask in this sensation, the warmth of Noctis against his body and the surge of desire that crackles inside of it.
If it's possible to get addicted to someone's lips, Gladio's in deep, chasing each kiss with another the second they break apart to breathe. His chest aches, lungs burning, but he can't stop himself now that he has this. It's almost too much, and the rational part of his brain is telling him to slow down but he can't.
Not until he feels Noctis go stiff and it's like ice water poured over him. Gladio does move, lets Noct get as far away from him as he wants and only then does he roll onto his back and then sits up himself, legs hanging over the edge of the mattress, his feet on the floor. He needs another shower, a cold one this time, but he doesn't get up, just looks over his shoulder at Noctis, thinking about reaching out but deciding against it. He stays though, because he's not letting Noct experience whatever this is alone. ]
It's okay, Noct. Just breathe. [ Gladio's voice is quiet and low, warm now instead of heated, meant to soothe rather than ignite. ] What can I do?
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If it's possible to get addicted to someone's lips, Gladio's in deep, chasing each kiss with another the second they break apart to breathe. His chest aches, lungs burning, but he can't stop himself now that he has this. It's almost too much, and the rational part of his brain is telling him to slow down but he can't.
Not until he feels Noctis go stiff and it's like ice water poured over him. Gladio does move, lets Noct get as far away from him as he wants and only then does he roll onto his back and then sits up himself, legs hanging over the edge of the mattress, his feet on the floor. He needs another shower, a cold one this time, but he doesn't get up, just looks over his shoulder at Noctis, thinking about reaching out but deciding against it. He stays though, because he's not letting Noct experience whatever this is alone. ]
It's okay, Noct. Just breathe. [ Gladio's voice is quiet and low, warm now instead of heated, meant to soothe rather than ignite. ] What can I do?