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Fill 3/? Noctis/Gladio - older Noctis tops younger Gladio

[(Anonymous)]

The food wasn’t completely terrible, or maybe it was the fact he hasn’t really been eating properly that made the omelet tolerable. Being immortal meant the need for food and drink to sustains one life was no longer necessary, so Noctis would often forgo eating for a while until the pain in his stomach became unbearable; he found his threshold was two months. He takes a final bite of the egg and sets the fork on the empty plate, casting a quick glance up at the brunette standing across from him, almost like an eager dog awaiting its master to lob praise onto it. So Noctis puts on a tender smile and watches as the younger man perks up, waiting for his praise.

“This was better than I initially expected. Quite good.” Noctis holds back the chuckle he almost choked out from the elated face the oaf makes. I wonder how he would respond if I patted him on the head, give him an attaboy too.

“So it was good then?” a tone of shock in the question he lobs at the older man. He grins even wider when he receives a nod. “Ha! Just wait til I see Ignis, I am so going to rub this in his face. Tell me I can’t make anything edible.”

Noctis scowls, racking his brain as to why that name sounds familiar. Then he faintly recalls his former advisor, another one of those who abandoned him. But as with the man before him, a sense of longing meshes with the immense hatred he feels but he just buries the feelings and instead returns his attention to the large man. His back is turned to Noctis, having taken the dirtied plate, and began to wash it as he rambles on thinking his guest is listening. He dries his hand on a dishtowel before turning back towards the other male and gives him a questioning look.

“Would you like to use it?”

Noctis purses his lips, completely unsure of what had been asked. But he doesn’t really care and just nods. “Sure.”

“Great, I’ll go get the water running and set you out a towel and washcloth.”

Noctis sighs as the man walks into an adjacent room, a shower actually sounds lovely right now. He hasn’t really had the pleasure to use one lately, the one in the rundown motel he occasionally slums in wasn’t very powerful and turned cold after only a few minutes of use. The brunette exits the bathroom and motions for the older man to head in before pointing to the different toiletries he has for use before smiling and closing the door to allow the man his privacy. Noctis peels off his filthy clothes and drops them to the floor before peering into the large mirror at the multitude of gashes and marks adoring his flesh along with the fresh bruises from the day prior. One in particular catches his attention, a sort of star-shaped red splotch in the center of his chest from where the Royal Weapons pierced him; he sneers hatefully at the mark before climbing into the shower. He lets out a gasp as the water hits his skin, an almost orgasmic feeling having the warm droplets roll down his body, easing the tension in his stiffened frame. Noctis scrubs his skin to the point of almost bleeding, assuring every bit of dirt that he had accumulated over the many years was washed away before lathering up his hair and beard. He places his head under the spicket, allowing the suds to wash away as he runs his hand down his abdomen feeling refreshed and a warm sensation taking over. A thought wanders through his mind, something he hasn’t thought to test out with his immortal form. He slinks his hand down to his groin, his fingers curling on his flaccid member and gives a few strokes. After a couple of more rubs, his length becomes hard and a breathy moan slips from his lips. Well that still works. He smiles and continues, twisting his hands as he nears his base and continues pumping slowly. Another moan escapes from his throat as he places his free hand against the tile wall, going even faster. He feels his body begin to tense and strokes quickly, panting as he begins to feel his release coming. He bites his lower lip to keep himself from moaning out loudly while giving a couple more tugs to his member before resting his head against the wall completely spent. Noctis allows the water to drip down him a bit longer, then shuts the faucet off and pulls the curtain aside to reach for the towel laid out for him. A sense of mortification slinks into him when he sees a fresh pair of garments set upon the sink and his dirty clothes removed, wondering when the man placed them there. He dries himself off quickly, dropping the towel and washcloth into a hamper, and dresses in the too large of clothes; the sweatpants sag even with the pull strings tied at their tightest and the shirt collar hangs down his front bearing his chest. He then steps out of the bathroom and looks the other man right in the eyes, a deep blush across his cheeks as he fumbles with his words. Well, I guess he did hear me. Noctis decides to ignore what had transpired in the shower and instead thanks him for his hospitality. The younger man blushes again but smiles and nods before turning his eyes away and fidgeting. Noctis sits at the island counter, giving a coy smile to the large bumbling man, finding his stammering to be kind of cute. He doesn’t recall ever seeing his Sheild acting like this, from what he remembers the man was quite a prick, calling him weak and getting rough with him. But this one is almost comical with his heroic attitude towards saving the beaten stranger in the alley and the virginal blushing he pulls from him whenever he looks for too long, softly touches him, and know even after he was caught pleasuring himself. He almost wants to put killing his younger self on hold to explore what else is different from what he remembers, that maybe his earlier musings were correct and this was an alternate reality.

“So umm,” an embarrassed cough comes from the brunette’s throat as he remains with his back turned to the other man, fiddling with his fingers. “Do you have a place that you are staying at?”

“Hmm? Want me to leave already?” Noctis asks, a bit of a flirty tone.

“No, no it’s not like that.” the oaf stammers out, turning to face his guest, blushing. “I just wanted to make sure you weren’t sleeping in an alleyway or one of those shady dens on the outskirts of the city.”

Noctis smirks. “It isn’t the ritziest of places, but I assure you the Inn I am staying at is decent. The locks are secure enough where I don’t have to worry about being robbed.”

The large man frowns and grunts in displeasure but ends up dropping the subject and begins to fidget around when the older man casts him a smile. Noctis rather enjoys this and pushes a little further by leaning against the counter, pulling his shoulders closer to his body and crossing his arms together to make his chest push together almost like cleavage. He wouldn’t have ever put on such a lewd display before but the look the other man gets on his face is priceless and well worth it.

“Is something wrong my dear boy? You look absolutely flustered.” Noctis coos out, leaning over the countertop a bit more with the shirt beginning to slip down exposing one of his shoulders.

The brunette backs up against the sink, his face turning almost purple as he looks at the bare flesh of the other man’s chest. “Umm, n, no. I’m fine.” he stammers out, tugging at his collar.

Oh, he is just so adorable like this. I wonder how much I can play with him before he breaks. Noctis smiles flirtatiously and rubs a finger over his lower lip with his eyes half-lidded. The brunette’s breath catches in his throat as he grips the side of the sink behind him, fidgeting uncomfortably and starting to sweat. But to his sudden relief and Noctis' disappointment, a knock rattles the door. He clears his throat and hurriedly runs over as his guest shifts slightly to continue following him with his gaze. The door opens and lo and behold the stiff brunette that tossed the poisoned pastry the day prior stands there, a miffed look on his face. But also, there in the shorter brunette’s clutches is his younger self with a tired and uncaring glaze in his eyes as he stares off into space.

“Gladio could you please watch him for a bit. He and Prompto decided to have a little get together last and completely trashed his apartment. I have been trying all morning to clean it and he insists upon being underfoot. And since he won’t help, I told him he would have to come here and train with you an-Who is that!?”

Noctis smiles at the three standing in the doorway, each staring at him with a different facial expression; the large oaf with a flustered expression and the stuffy hen with disdain. But his younger self takes the cake with a look of almost jealously in his blue eyes as he once-overs the other man before turning to his glorified bodyguard.

“Geez, I would’ve figured if you were gonna bring home a prostitute it would be some hot chick, not an old man.”

Oh this little shit, in such close stabbing range and yet I’m not in the mood, yet. The elder forces a pleasant smile on his lips, knowing it would be wise to not insult the younger since it would probably be considered treason.

“What a funny lad you are, but you are sorely mistaken. This courageous young man saved me from some derelicts that assaulted me on my way home, even going as far as to care for me while I laid unconscious. He has been the most generous person I have ever met.” Noctis gushes and adjusts his clothes to a more appropriate manner. “I apologize too for my unkempt appearance, my garments have been taken for laundering and was provided with these, which as you may tell, are slightly too big for my frame.”

He has to force down a laugh at the awe-inspiring look the shorter brunette gives the taller one, almost as if he was preparing to run to the streets and regale the heroic deeds of the other man saving the poor shabby vagabond. The oaf stands broadly, enjoying the praised lobbed on him but Noctis’ younger self snorts and breaks free of his escorts grasp and skulks into the apartment. He flops down onto the sofa and glares like an angry cat whose territory is being threatened.

"Well, that’s a nice story, but I think it’s time for you to leave.” the brat spits out, his eyes slitting venomously when the elder turns to shoot him a sly smile.

“Yo Noct, don’t be rude to my guest. That’s not very princely.” the large oaf chastises.

“But I’m the ‘Prince’ and having a stranger here is a safety hazard.”

“He,” the stuffy hen begins and adjusts his glasses. “is correct. My apologies, but I must ask you to leave. Although, if you wish, I can give you a lift to your residence.”

Noctis sighs but agrees. The large man pouts as he goes to collect Noctis’ shoes and yellow down vest, handing it to the older man and whispering a quick apology. A warm feeling flows through his body as the man helps him put his vest and shoes on and even chuckles when his hair is briefly fluffed before his flat cap is placed on his head. He gives genuine smile.

“Thank you again, my good man. I shall return at a time most convenient for you to return these clothes and to pick up my own.”

The large oaf smiles. “Yeah, that’s fine, no rush though. And take better precaution when out walking too, don’t need you to get hurt worse.”

Noctis returns the smile and feels the glare radiating from behind. Well, if the brat wants to be a little shit, might as well dish it back. “I’m not worried, since I know a strong knight will come save me again.” he coos out, running his hand softly up the large man’s broad chest before hooking his arms around his neck. In one quick motion, he pulls him down and gently presses his lips against a blush reddened cheek. “Til we meet again.”

He releases the flabbergasted man and gives a pat to his shoulder as he hears what sounds like a cat growling lowly and angrily. Noctis nods to the shorter brunette to acknowledge he is ready to leave and receives a scandalized huff from him. Oh this is turning out to be way more fun than I could have ever imagined, I’m defiantly holding off on killing myself for a bit longer.

Re: Fill 3/? Noctis/Gladio - older Noctis tops younger Gladio

[(Anonymous)]

OH. CREEPY. I AM INTRIGUED.

Re: Fill 3/? Noctis/Gladio - older Noctis tops younger Gladio

[(Anonymous)]

Thank you darlin'.

Fill 4a/? Noctis/Gladio - older Noctis tops younger Gladio

[(Anonymous)]

AN:*Sobs* The hell I just type? I'm sorry if this is bad, it kind of got away from me and I haven't done anything smutty in over 13 years. :C

The car ride with the shorter brunette was, to put it mildly, absolute fucking hell. Noctis found himself interrogated relentlessly by the stuffy hen; about himself, his career or lack of, and what were his intentions with the large oaf. Noctis grimaced but thankfully he notices the Library and asks to be dropped off there instead, ending the grilling from the other man. He thanks the young man for the lift before quickly heading inside to hunker down for a few hours before taking his leave for the crummy Inn. He forgoes the quick route since it requires going through alleyways and trudges through the main streets, taking in the liveliness that seems to want to swallow him whole. As he makes his way past a sports shop but stops when two familiar forms catch his attention. His younger self and the large oaf stand peering through the front window, each taking turns pointing at something and talking to the other. Then, Noctis catches something from the large man. He looks down at his Prince, a look of fondness and longing dances on his features that is quickly hidden away when the youth turns to acknowledge him. He reaches a hand up and playfully jostles the teen’s hair and laughs at his annoyed puffed out cheeks. Noctis watches their exchange with an odd feeling creeping into his chest, a burning sensation along with what feels as if a Daemon is clawing from within. He sneers at his younger self and continues his journey, eventually making it to the Inn before dusk completely sets in. With a deep sigh, he flops down onto the lumpy bed face first, burying his face into one of the pillows and sighing again. A sudden tiredness sweeping over him, he allows himself to nod off but unfortunately, the nightmares return along with something new. Blurry visions of figures weave in and out of his sight along with gargled sounds and the feeling of want replacing the agony before the nightmares return. Noctis awakens with a deep groan, wishing for the calm and quite sleep he experienced the night prior. It wasn’t due to being beaten half to death since he has passed out from similar traumas before. Maybe, it had to do with the brunette, maybe having someone he deemed an ally in the past being so close calmed his conscious. If this was true, he wants to experience it more, maybe he can convince the young man to allow him to stay with him if he regales a harrowing tale of staying in the dumpy Inn. He pulls himself from the uncomfortable bed and dresses himself in a more appropriate attire than the oversized garments. He stuffs the clothing into his travel bag and goes about collecting his items before heading out, remembering the exact way from his drive with the stuffy hen. He arrives and stands prone at the front door, a slight bout of anxiety taking over his being before he finally knocks. He waits and waits; nothing. He fidgets around, slightly miffed but surmises that maybe the large man isn’t currently home and proceeds to set his tote on the floor before planting himself down next to it. Noctis retrieves a book from inside his bag, a poorly written romance novel he found during his travels and begins to reread the book. Time continues to pass by with no sight of the brunette. Noctis groans deeply and begrudgingly decides to head back to the run-down Inn he has been calling home. This back and forth continues for a few days, with him becoming more and more impatient to see the large man as each day passes. His nightmares have increased tenfold so he decides to forgo sleep now; lying awake, staring at the ceiling as he tries to think back to his youth and remember something that could possibly bring him joy to replace the nightmares. But nothing ever comes to mind, instead, he fills up with anger and loneliness before his mind travels to the large man again. He thinks about his stupid grin, his warm eyes, the gentleness of his large hand as it trails across his marred skin, and the enticing scent of his cologne. It makes him feel weak and needy.

“Fuck.” Noctis gasps into the bunched-up shirt that was lent to him, he inhales the scent deeply and shuts his eyes tightly.

A soft moan tumbles from his lips as he strokes his aching member fervently. With each stroke his breathing becomes more labored, a warmth blooms through his body, and a deep desire fills his mind. He thinks of how the brunette would sound moaning his name, writhing underneath him, and clawing at his back as he loses all control. Noctis comes hard while bucking up into his hand, using the shirt muffle his cry. He carefully lays the shirt away from himself, as to not dirty it, and pants laboriously. He remains slack on the bed until he can sit up and stand up on his shaky legs, heading into the bathroom to clean up his mess. The lukewarm water of the shower feels quite nice on his heated flesh as he cleans away the remnants of his weak need. He redresses himself quickly and once again compiles his belongings, making the trek to the newest object of his obsession’s place. There is again no answer. Noctis curses loudly and gives the door a swift kick before stomping back outside. A deep animosity fills his body now, the voice in his head cackling loudly, mocking him for trusting the large man and for not completing his goal in killing his younger self. He growls deeply and decides he has finally had enough. Noctis now makes his way to his younger self’s apartment, a newfound determination swirling in his head. He’s going to end his suffering, even if it means hurting others in the process. He arrives at his destination and lo and behold, the large oaf waits by the ornate front gates looking absolutely haggard. Noctis sneers at the sight of him, an unbridled rage welling inside of his being. He steps towards the man, many dark thoughts dancing through his mind, but then he stops dead in his tracks as a pair of amber eyes catch his deep blue. The oaf looks to him at first with surprise before his face morphs into excitement, waving his arm towards the other in a friendly manner. Noctis must have unconsciously given him a death glare, for his expression quickly changes into a pout akin to that of a kicked puppy’s. A strange sensation rips through Noctis’ body, one that washes all the animosity that was building up towards the young man, and now he wants to pat the oaf on his stupid head. He walks over and notices that the large man backs up slightly against the wall, a look of apprehension on his face along with the pout, but Noctis relaxes and replaces his scowl with a tender smile that seems to calm the other down slightly.

“Hey Luc.” the brunette manages to choke out, his cheeks slightly red.

“Hello my dear boy, it’s so nice to see you again.” Noctis says, trying to retain his civility. “I’ve been trying to get in touch with you, but you apparently haven’t been home as of late.”

A look of remorse appears on the large man’s face as he begins to fidget. “Ah shit, I’m sorry. I’ve been on mandatory guard duty for the past few days and haven’t been able to return home.”

Mandatory guard duty? Were all my prior attempts on the brat making people paranoid to where he needs to be constantly guarded now?

“But that’s ending today, Ignis is picking up His Spoiled Bratness and taking him for the weekend. So I’ll be home tonight if you want to stop on by then.” A shy smile forms on the brunette’s lips as he begins to fiddle with the zipper on his jacket. “I was hoping to hang out with you too, maybe we can talk about books since I’ve seen you in the Library many times before.”

Noctis returns the smile as his chest begins to ache and the longing sensation returns. “I would very much like that.” He subconsciously reaches his hand to the other man’s face and gently strokes his cheek with the back of his hand, cooing over the softness of his skin and making the brunette gasp and blush.

“You might want to be careful Gladio, I think the old man might be getting ready to drink your blood and regain his youth.” a snide voice hisses.

And there’s the little shithead.

The two men look over to the scowling teen, his cheeks puffed out in annoyance with his hands on his hips. He stalks over and wedges himself between them and glares at his unknown older self, getting a smarmy smile in return.

“Don’t you have some back alley to prowl?” the brat snaps before he yelps when a large arm pulls him into a headlock.

“Could you stop insulting the citizenry? It’s bad enough you hurled your drink at that paparazzi the other night.”

The youngster growls and slaps his Shield’s arm away. “He insulted me, you expect me to take that shit!?”

“I expect you to have acted more regally and turn the other cheek. You just play into those bastards plans when you act like that and they use that to slander you more. Be the bigger person.”

Noctis smiles as he listens to the twos exchange, very much amused and slightly nostalgic. He decides to throw his two Gil in, more to stroke the ego of the large man and annoy his younger self. “Truly a fine example to follow, if I do say so myself.”

“See, you should listen to your wise elders more often.” the large man teases and pokes the smaller man’s cheek, getting the offending digit smacked away.

“Whatever.” the teen pouts as he folds his arms. “I’m done talking about it, let’s go get our ice cream before Specs comes to get me.”

The large brunette rubs the back of his head and sighs. He looks to Noctis and smiles in an apologetic manner before it becomes more friendly. “Hey, would you like to join us?”

“No!” the brat snaps instantaneously.

But the elder version smiles slyly, deciding to enjoy this little game. “My, that sounds absolutely splendid. But do allow me the honor of paying for you both.”

This seems to slightly tame the brat who shoves his hands in his coat pocket and stamps off with the other two in tow. “Fine! But I’m getting anything I want there.”

Noctis chuckles at this as the brunette grimaces and whispers an apology. But the elder man shushes him and places a hand softly on the other man’s lower back, giving a gentle stroke. The brunette blushes and clears his throat, eliciting a soft chuckle from the older man.

Re: Fill 4b/? Noctis/Gladio - older Noctis tops younger Gladio

[(Anonymous)]

The three arrive at the parlor, a busy little place filled with teens and young adults enjoying different sweet treats and music. The brat plops down at one of the outside tables and makes his demands before folding his arms with a petulant pout. Noctis snorts at his younger self before getting the other man’s order and heading to the long line. It takes about seven minutes to get through the line, which he spent most of sending flirtatious winks and waves at the large man before taunting his younger self. Noctis returns to the table and distributes their treats to each of them and begins to partake in the delectable desserts. The brat stuffs a large scoop of his ice cream into his mouth before taking a sip from his large smoothie while making small talk with his bodyguard before shooting a scowl at the eldest of the three when he would join in with the conversation. Noctis sighs and takes a slow bite of his icy treat, a delectable fruit flavored gelato that is the perfect amount of sweet and creamy. He takes a quick glance at the brunette, who is taking small sips from a vanilla shake as he nods occasionally at the ramblings of his charge, noticing the subtle contented look in the brunette’s eyes as he looks at the younger man. The heated feeling and anger returns from the attention being paid to his younger self instead of him. He takes a bold move and gently nuzzles the foot of the large brunette, finally getting the attention directed at himself. The brunette blushes faintly and looks confused before smiling pleasantly. Noctis gets a cheeky look on his face as he scoops up some of his dessert and holds it out to him.

“Here, try this, it’s flavor and texture are exceptional.” he coos out, slightly giggling at the taken aback look he receives. “I insist, you’ll like it.”

The brunette looks unsurely at the spoon, then up to Noctis who smiles and nods his head. He takes a quick swallow and ignores the growl coming from the teen as he leans in to taste the gelato. His eyes light up like a child’s, making Noctis giggle.

“That is really good, thanks Luc.” he beams then lets out a confused grunt when a different spoon his shoved in his face. “The hell Noct?”

“Try this, you’ll like it more.” he demands and gives a quick glare to the dark-haired man across him.

The oaf sighs and gives in, giving a nod and quick thanks after trying the ice cream. Apparently, this response did not please the brat for he slams his fists against the table before he stalks off in a huff. The large bodyguard calls out to him but quickly follows to retrieve the sulking prince and drags him back to the table. He petulantly eats his treats in silence as he glares back and forth at the older two men, growling lowly as their conversation continues without him. Eventually the glorified nanny arrives to pick up the brat and shoots a quick, disapproving glint to the black-haired man smiling at him before motioning for the large oaf to come hither. Noctis chokes out a snicker as he watches the shorter brunette snatch the larger one by the ear, and drags him along with the spoiled brat teen, who gives one last shitty act by flipping off the older man. He cleans up the remnants of their meal and sits back down at the table when the brunette returns, with a look that screams he was just browbeaten.

“So, are we forbade from seeing one another?” Noctis asks with an amused tone.

“Pssh, like hell he can tell me who I can and can’t hang with.” the man snaps and folds his arms. But then a deep sigh escapes his lips and he turns to face his companion. “He thinks it’s strange that a man your age is interested in hanging around with a young guy like me.”

Noctis purses his lips with his brow furrowed. “I don’t see what’s so wrong, I’m only thirty.”

The look the other man gives him is almost comical, but Noctis doesn’t blame him, he does look a lot older than thirty due to the strain of wielding his family’s powers and the countless immortal years he spent abusing himself. But then the brunette grins and lets out a soft chuckle with an apology as he stands from his seat.

“Well then, why don’t we go back to my place now. I need to water my plants and you can check out the books I own.”

Noctis smiles and agrees, picking up his bag before following the larger man who inquiries about the tote; he frowns when he asks if the man is leaving. But Noctis makes up a small lie, stating that the Inn rooms weren’t as secure as he initially thought and now carries his gear with him. He begins to smirk as he watches the brunette’s face contort into concern, hoping that maybe his need for chivalry will be to invite Noctis to stay with him. They arrive at the young man’s place, a content sigh escaping his lips as he walks through his front door. Noctis follows him in and discards his gear by the door before shedding his shoes and coat, then turns to watch the younger man intently as he goes to fill a cup with water for his plants. The brunette smiles warmly at his guest before pointing at the large bookcase on the other end of the room.

“Go ahead, see if there is anything you may be interested in and make yourself comfy.” he says and walks over to a large window where some small plants reside on the windowsill.

Noctis makes his way over to the large wooden shelves and glances through the tomes; encyclopedias on nature, wars, and battle techniques. A slight downturn forms on his lips, he’s not surprised by the man’s reading preference, but he did have his childish hopes in finding something a bit naughtier to tease the man with; although material like that would most likely be hidden in the bedroom. His train of thought is halted when he feels a warm presence against his back and sees a large arm stretch over his shoulders to paw across the books’ spines.

“Not see anything you like?”

Noctis smiles up at the large man as he glides his eyes across his books. “Hmm, still looking.”

A devious thought enters his head and he softly rolls his hips back into the front of the other man, riling a grunt from him. Noctis feels him squirm as he rolls his hips again, pressing his ass back a bit further and feels the hard bulge there. The brunette quickly selects a book and pulls away to scurry to the couch, a deep blush on his cheeks. Noctis chuckles to himself and continues his exploring until something interesting catches his eye, a book unlike the others. He pulls it from the shelf and glances at the cover before a chuckle escapes from him; a romance novel, similar to the one he reads.

“What’s wrong?” the oaf asks, a blush still plastered on his face.

“I didn’t take you for the type to read smutty novels.” Noctis titters.

The blush deepens on the other man’s face as he gently bites his lower lip and sinks lower on the couch. “No, it’s not mine, it belongs to one of the Glaives. She said the guy on the front looks like me and constantly tortures me with it. So I took it and hid it here.”

Noctis walks over with the novel held in his hands and sits across from the other man. He looks up at the brunette, gazing across his face before returning to the novel. Another devious thought pops into his head as he carefully crawls across the couch and nestles in between the man’s parted thighs and places the book aside the stammering man’s face. A droplet of sweat rolls down the brunette’s face and he swallows down hard as he begins to shake, his eyes becoming as wide as saucers.

“Hmm, I can kind of see what she meant but you are way more handsome.”

“Uh umm, Luc?”

“Yes, whatever is the matter my dear boy? You look positively flustered.”

The younger man’s breath hitches and he looks down between them. “You, your hand.”

Noctis glances down and takes heed that as he crawled across him he had rested his hand on the other man’s abdomen, right above his groin where a very noticeable bulge is present. A smirk forms on Noctis’ lips as he turns his head slightly and gives the young man a coy look, but keeps his palm firmly in place.

“Oh dear, I am truly sorry.” he coos and runs his hand slowly down the man’s front, up his thigh, and onto his upturned knee. “I seem to be making you uncomfortable, maybe I should leave?”

Noctis gives a flirtatious smile at the large man, whose breathing has quickened and his face now a deeper red, and slowly begins to sit back. The book that the brunette was holding thuds to the floor and he grasps Noctis by his face and pulls him into a sloppy kiss. Noctis purrs into the others mouth longingly, a heat filling his body up and wanting to explode. He breaks their kiss and shoves the younger man back against the arm of the couch before leaning back in and nipping at the man’s lower lip. He opens his mouth wider as he gasps and Noctis slips his tongue out to lick across the reddened flesh before delving into the warmth of the others mouth. Soft moans escape the both of them as they roam each other’s bodies, hands slipping up the back of Noctis’ shirt as he slides his own over the muscled chest of the man under him. A tightness begins to form in his lower body, beginning for release, so Noctis begins to give in to the urges he feels and rocks his front up and against the clothed groin of the younger man, eliciting a throaty gasp from him. A lustful smile forms on his lips and he experimentally rolls his hips again, another moan escapes his younger companion and he himself moans. He continues to grind softly, soaking up the soft gasps tumbling from the others mouth before the brunette’s head rolls back and exposes his throat. Noctis leans up a bit and rakes his teeth over the bared flesh before sliding his tongue upwards and softly kissing his way back down. The act continues for a while longer, their grinding becoming more frenzied and breathing more labored; but Noctis aches for more, wants to feel more. He stops momentarily and begins unbuckling his belt while lavishing soft kisses the broad jaw of the large man. He opens his pants and slides out his erection, giving it a few strokes before releasing the hardened member and pulling the other man’s free from his sweatpants. He takes a brief few moments to run his hand up and down the other’s length, rubbing his fingertip overtop of the already leaking head. A throaty cry escapes the other man’s lips as he begins to buck his hips around.

“Ah, hah L, Luc.”

Noctis leans forward and captures his mouth again, moaning into the kiss as he lines them both up and slowly begins to move again. Beads of sweat rolls across their bodies, they pant loudly with the occasional whine from the younger man with Noctis cooing lovingly at him, telling him he’s a good boy before kissing him across his face and neck. Feeling his release coming, Noctis picks up the pace, sliding his erection against the larger man’s and sucking softly on his neck. He feels fingers lace through his hair and grip tightly as he feels the body under him begin to quiver.

“I, I’m gonna-”

“Go ahead, let me hear you.” Noctis breathily moans out as he stares lustfully at the young man under him. This feeling, it’s like nothing he can ever remember experiencing before, but oh he is enjoying it so much. He’s glad he decided to hold off on ending himself, especially since he found a new means of pleasure that he wants to experience every last bit of. “Such a good boy.”

It takes two more thrusts for the younger man to reach release, crying out as he comes onto his belly. He flushes deeply as he gasps for a breath, wrapping his arms around Noctis’ neck and buries his face into the crook of his neck. Noctis reaches his after another few rolls of his hips, biting his lip to hold in the hearty moan that was about to burst forth. He softly cups his hand under the other man’s chin and lifts his face up, tenderly tracing his fingertips across the other's cheeks before softly kissing him. He pulls away and rests his head on the larger man’s chest, greatly drained and tired. Without caring to clean him and the other, nor to return himself to his pants, he closes his eyes and slowly slips into sleep as he listens to the rapid heartbeat of the man under him.