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[inimicitia]

[ 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚏𝚕𝚘𝚠 — 𝚝𝚎𝚡𝚝𝚜, 𝚊𝚞𝚍𝚒𝚘, 𝚟𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚘, 𝚎𝚝𝚌. ]

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[somnifer]

[ This is suddenly, unexpectedly slow, and Noctis isn't complaining. He likes having time to drink in the gentle expression warming Gladio's face, the way desire brightens his eyes to a molten, sunny amber. He thinks it's the prettiest thing he's ever seen, and it makes his heart stutter in his chest, his own eyes wide and lips parted in quiet awe. The fact that this is being offered to him is so far beyond anything Noctis thought he could have. It's almost too much.

And then those lips are on his neck, a ghost of teeth against his skin, and Noctis is clawing at Gladio's shoulder with a shaky warning sound. ] Gladio. [ He huffs a laugh right after, shifting a leg around that hip to give it a squeeze. As if he wouldn't retaliate. ] Watch it, [ Noctis rumbles, another chuckle running through him. It's nice, being like this with him. Playful and soft. He doesn't feel hurried, though he steals another kiss because he can, reaching up to run his fingers through Gladio's hair. If they could lay like this all night, tangled together, he'd be utterly content. ]

[inimicitia]

[ Tracing along the curve of Noctis' mouth, the cut of his jaw, Gladio can't help but want to draw this out, to make this moment last a lifetime. Outside this bed, duty waits for both of them, the lives they were born into, the burdens they have been tasked to uphold. None of that matters in here, and for as long as he can have it, Gladio just wants this, Noctis' deep blue eyes and the flutter of his heartbeat and the shaky, breathless way he says his name.

Gladio grins against his throat, worrying that same spot with his lips, his teeth, going against his better judgement to leave the beginnings of a mark there. His eyes will find it again in the morning, he knows, and for the rest of the day, the sight of it reminding him of this, their time together. A shiver races along his spine then. ] Keep saying my name like that and I'm not gonna be able to stop, [ he says, his own warning spoken like an oath against pale skin. Shifting his weight, Gladio reaches down to guide Noct's other leg around his waist and he settles heavier against his hips, melting against the prince's mouth with a soft noise. ]