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 Welcome to Round Two of the FFXV Kink Meme!

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Re: Gladio, male lactation

[(Anonymous)]

I shouldn't want this so bad.

Fill 2/2: Gladio, male lactation

[(Anonymous)]

Not that the Prince needed the gesture to be rolling to his feet.

He didn’t waste any time, not that Gladio thought he would. Ever since their first night out in the gods-forsaken desert, Noctis had practically jumped at any chance he could to get his fill of Gladio’s milk. Which was odd, because Gladio didn’t find the taste did much for him, personally.

Noctis latched onto his left nipple, and suckled. The first few pulls were rough, hard and fast.

“ Hey! Easy there, Princess!” he snapped, and Noctis glowered at him with midnight blue eyes. He did gentle his sucking, though his pace didn’t falter. If it weren’t a life and death situation, he was sure the Prince would have probably bitten him for the comment.

The pace of the suckling slowed, until it was almost as if Noctis were torn between sleep or eating. Gladio growled a quiet protest, because sleep sounded like a fantastic idea at the moment. He moved to pull away, only for Noctis to dig his fingers into Gladio’s thighs sharply.

Instead of pulling off, he merely switched nipples. Gladio sighed, loudly, and pointedly. Noctis ignored him with the same resoluteness that he normally did.

Noctis had always been a slow and picky eater. Which was something Gladio had always hated. The kid had squished his food around the plate for more hours combined than Gladio had spent at a dinner table, it felt like. It was enough to drive anyone up the damn wall.

Except for Ignis, who was the one responsible for making sure the Prince did at least eat a respectable amount of a meal put before him.

Noctis’ grip remained firm and unyielding. Every-time he’d seem to slow in pace, he’d pressed harder, searching for the last of the milk. It was a concentration that he applied to anything that meant something to him, especially when he wanted it.

Gladio hoped that the Prince realized that him being able to nurse them, was definitely finite.

Finally he pulled away, and Gladio breathed a sigh of relief. Between the three of them, his nipples were sore and puffy. Not quite raw, but tender in a different way. It’d be another day without a shirt when the sun rose, he could tell.

Gladio watched the midnight blue eyes of the Prince track down slightly, and his mouth pulled tight when he saw the puffy and reddened state of the nipples he’d left behind. “ Sorry Gladio, “ he muttered, and something in the Shield relaxed at the two words.

“ It’ll pass,” Gladio shrugged, “ Need to learn to watch your teeth though.”

Noctis’ features softened and a smirking-smile lifted his features briefly.

The four of them settled easily enough into the their spots around the fire after that. Gladio drank the last of the water in the canteen he’d snagged before the birds they’d rented had fled back to the post. They’d have to find more when the light came up.

For now though, they had a chance at peaceful sleep.


Except for they didn’t need to find a fresh water-source, or hunt down food, or worry for too much longer. The small town they’d left from days before came into sight and their relief was almost palatable.

The chocobos had returned to the same spot they’d been rented from, and with them were their belongings and gil, which were gladly returned. A hotel room was gladly rented and showers were happily taken.

Gladio emerged from the bathroom, rubbing a towel along his neck and jaw, ready to just sleep in a relatively soft bed. What he didn’t expect, was the absolute mess of food that awaited him. The smell of it slammed into him like a wall, and his mouth watered almost painfully in anticipation.

Skewered trout, sharp greens, and the seasoning on both made him groan in appreciation.

“ What’s this all about?” Gladio asked, bemused and warily curious.

Ignis shrugged, as if the meal spread out over the room was not out of the ordinary and that it was something that happened all the time.

“ You ensured we were fed for days,” he replied, gesturing him to grab a plate. Gladio did, settling himself on one of the beds with a groan of relief.

“ You’re the best, Iggy.” Gladio muttered around a mouthful of trout, forcing himself to take it slowly. Prompto and Noctis were sprawled on the other bed, inhaling their own meals and tapping away at their phones. Being without them seemed to have only strengthened their addiction to the damn things.

The four of them ate in comfortable silence, except for Noctis who picked at his plate, and when plates were emptied with nary a left-over to be seen, Gladio was almost on the edge of a comfortable doze. Iris had texted him a few times and all was well.

“ Hey Gladio?” Noctis called, and he opened an eye to glower at the Prince from his spot.

“ What?” he grumbled, not bothering to lift his head from the pillow where it rested.

“ Any chance I can have a snack?” he asked, and he could feel the eyes of the Prince boring holes into him. Which meant that a simple deflection wasn’t going to work.

“ The fuck you asking me for, you glutton?” he asked, eyes sliding closed again. All of them knew Ignis was the one you went to for food, not him. Not unless it was something that you had to only add hot water to it to cook it.

“ Because you over-grown ass, “ Noctis hummed without any offense taken, “ You’re the only one with the snack I want.”

Gladio opened his eyes to stare in surprise at the Prince, who simply shrugged at the confusion on his face. Gladio had expected the entire encounter to be done and never spoken of again. Not whatever this conversation was quickly turning into.

“ Fine,” Gladio sighed in mock-annoyance, “ Better get over your oral fixation quick though, I’ll be dry in a day or two.”

Noctis slipped off the far bed and next to the Shield. Gladio threw an arm over his eyes, with a sigh when he felt the , now almost familiar, heat of Noctis’ mouth latch onto one of his nipples. He’d be glad when he dried up, because he was tired of the sensitivity and the tension and pressure.

Gladio’s free arm curled around the younger man as he drank, not saying a word as the Prince switched between sides. He was gentler without the pressure of pure hunger, more like he was savoring each swallow of rich milk. The lazy nature was present though, though every time Gladio felt the urge to shift away, Noctis would change nipples again.

When he finally pulled off for the final time, Noctis sighed. The action wafted the rich milk-smell in Gladio’s direction, even as the younger man settled his chin on Gladio’s chest.

“ I could drink that all day,” Noctis admitted, and Gladio heard the wet sound of him licking his lips. “ Iggy’s gonna have to add that to my list of meals.” He muttered confidently and Gladio lifted his arm enough to shoot the resolute Noctis a flat stare.

Prompto snickered from his spot across the room.

Before Gladio could respond, Ignis interrupted.

“ Duly noted, but I’m going to insist that you not get us stranded again.” Ignis muttered in the dim room, scrolling through the news feed on his phone. “ Besides, starvation isn’t the only way to produce such a response.”

Gladio groaned in defeat at the victorious grin on Noctis’ face.

“ You’re the best, Ignis.”

Gladio could hear the quiet smile of proud affection on the steward’s face from across the room. Gladio had a feeling that their Prince wasn’t the only one who’d enjoyed the impromptu meals provided during their experience.

Quietly he damned his fond willingness to do just about anything for the three other men.