ffxv_kinkmeme | Prompt Post Round Five

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THE BOTTOMEST GLADIO THAT HAS EVER BOTTOMED it doesn’t need to be sub/dom context but just

Gladio being the meat in a superior officer sandwich

Bless you, anon.

one million fuck yeses

It starts with Cor forcing open the jammed door of the Crownsguard locker rooms. The door always sticks, especially when the showers are on, and Cor thinks nothing of it as he drops his gym bag on a bench and makes his way to the showers.

Then stops, hand slipping off the frame of the shower door.

The prince and his shield are on the tile floor of the large communal showers, wreathed in steam and gloriously naked. Gladio is rocking back on Noctis' cock, fucking himself onto it while Noct places a hand on the curve of his ass. It's a light touch, possessive without guiding, and Noct is straining to keep himself still as Gladio's tight, round ass rides him in increasingly desperate thrusts. Gladio's mouth is open, his elbows braced on the slick tile, and when Noctis slaps his thigh, he shudders to a stop.

"I'm getting close," Noct says. Cor watches in fascination as Gladio pants heavily in the steaming air, sweat rolling down his back, legs trembling. "Change of orders, Amicitia. You're going to come on my cock."

"Yes, sir," Gladio says, and those words, which Cor has heard for most of his adult life, travel over his skin like an electric current. "Thank you, sir. Your highness."

Noctis smiles, and drives forward. He puts all the force he has into it, and Gladio nearly slips, back arching, giving him a better angle to drive himself in. Cor lets out a sharp hiss of breath.

Startled, Noctis halts, fingers digging into the meat of Gladio's ass. Gladio turns his glassy gaze to Cor and moans.

"Shit," Noct says.

It's another two weeks before Cor can say anything. But when he does, pulling Noctis aside after training with his brows lowered and a speech about proper use of a Crownsguard locker room floating on his tongue, Noctis speaks first.

It takes Cor a moment to register the words as human speech, and not a result of shameful, half-awake imaginings between Cor and his hand at five in the morning. "Excuse me?" Cor says.

"We think you might want to," Noctis says. "You seemed interested, anyways. Just wanted to lay it out on the table."

Cor looks over at Gladio, who is putting away his weapons, meticulously making sure each one is properly cleaned and secure.

"When?" he asks. Noctis smiles, wide and wicked.

"Whenever."

Whenever finds them with Gladio standing at attention next to Noctis in the prince's high rise apartment, paying no mind to the fact that Noct is sprawled out on the couch without so much as touching him. Cor stands at the door, uncertain, and fumbles with his jacket.

Noct flaps a hand. "Gladio," he says, in that same sharp, short voice he used in the locker room. "Make the marshal comfortable."

"Yes, sir," Gladio says. He comes to Cor, deft fingers making short work of his jacket, hanging it up on the hook by the door. Then he kneels to remove Cor's boots, and Cor feels his dick stir at the sight of him, head bowed, bare shoulders hunched.

"He likes being told what to do," Noct says from the couch. Gladio's warm gaze flicks up to meet Cor's for the span of a breath, and Cor pinches the bridge of his nose.

"You're out of regs, soldier," Cor says, and sees a shiver ripple over Gladio's skin. "I want to see you as you were with the prince."

"Yes, sir, thank you sir," Gladio says. He stands, and his lips find Cor's even as he works the buckle of his belt open, even as he shucks off his pants, stepping out of them while Cor backs him across the living room floor. He's an expert kisser, testing for what makes Cor surge forward with pleasure, breaking free now and then to lay reverent kisses along his jaw and neck. Naked body held flush to Cor's, Gladio's hard length presses against his thigh, and Gladio moans into his mouth.

"That's enough," Noct says, and Gladio steps back. "How do you want him, Marshal? Mouth? Ass? On his back, riding you?"

"Between us," Cor says, and he's rewarded with another shiver, another slow smile.

"Yeah," Noct says, beckoning Gladio to an adjacent room. "I think we can do that."

When Gladio gets to his hands and knees on the bed, his perfect ass rutting against Cor's length while his own cock hangs heavy and dripping, Cor isn't sure he's going to make it. He feels twenty years younger, all impulse and unchecked lusts, and when he grabs handfuls of Gladio's ass and kneads them roughly, his own moan is a twin of Gladio's. Noctis laughs softly and guides his half hard cock to Gladio's lips.

"He's a champion cocksucker," he says, and Gladio hums as he takes him in, thick lips parted around the shaft. "Fuck, Gladio. You're so good at this, aren't you, take it slow, take it all the way down..."

Gladio complies, and when his lips are pressed to the base of Noct's cock, the prince gives Cor a steady look. Cor slowly guides the head of his cock into Gladio's loose, lube-slick entrance, and Gladio makes a strangled noise in his throat as he slowly thrusts in. When he's fully seated, thighs against Gladio's, Noct pulls back just enough to give his shield some air.

"You can move, Marshal," he says, and Cor does. He slides out in a long, slow movement, then snaps his hips, making Gladio rock shallowly on Noct's dick. The bedsprings creak as his pace slowly picks up, thrusting into Gladio as he clenches down around him, the sweet drag and push sending Cor into a haze of pleasure.

It isn't long before Noct starts to move as well, in tandem with Cor, fucking Gladio's slack and willing mouth. Gladio moans with every thrust, hands clenching on the bedsheets, and Cor has never been so hard in his life, never so lost in the heat of desire, the sight of a man coming undone under his hands. Gladio's moans turn to frantic whimpers, eyes closing to slits as Noctis digs slender fingers in his hair.

"You're made for this," Noct whispers, as Gladio's voice rises to a whine, broken with every slap of Cor's body against his. "Made to serve your prince. To serve your people."

He twists his hands in Gladio's hair, yanks back, and comes over his face. Gladio gasps through it, not even blinking as hot ropes of come streak his face and drip down his chin. He seizes around Cor's cock, trembling as Noct tugs his head up, making his back dip invitingly, and he spills onto the bed with a wrenching sob.

Cor pounds into him, holding onto Gladio's hips as Gladio sinks into the bed, chasing his own orgasm as Gladio shakes in the aftershock of his own. He comes at last with an erratic thrust, holding close to Gladio's red, used ass as he empties himself into him. Gladio pants into the bedsheets and collapses between them when Cor pulls out. He's a mess of sweat and come, hair mussed and vision vague and distant, and he smiles when Noct leans down to brush back his bangs.

"Good work, Amicitia," Noct says, and Gladio mumbles something that could be a thank you. They both look up at Cor, who is sitting back on his heels to catch his breath, and Noctis grins.

"I don't know about you," Noct says, gently stroking his shield's disheveled hair. "But I think we might have to do this again."

Yum, Noctis ordering Gladio around is so hot!

My name is OP and I am an eternal flame transcending the confines of thermophysics thank you, A!A, this gives me so much life

ffffuck yeah oh yesssss

Prompt Post Round Five

Cor/Gladio/Noctis, Spitroasting

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