“Gl-Gladio...gimme a sec.” Noctis says suddenly, pausing his movements. He can practically feel the swears rising in his friend. “It won't take long.” He reassures, voice still breathless. He doesn't want to get up off of Gladio's cock, and it's a struggle to reach what he was looking for - a black bag he had sitting next to his sleeping bag.
“Goddammit, Noct, what the hell!” Gladio growls, his fingers digging into Noct's hips in an effort to refocus the prince’s attention.
Noctis ignores his friend and manages to grab the handle of the bag he'd reaching for. Inside it is a black cowboy hat he'd bought just for the occasion. He puts it on, and before Gladio can say anything, he says in his best country drawl, “Gonna be a tough ride, cowpoke.” He grabs hold of his hat with one hand, places the other on Gladio’s abdomen to steady himself.
“Hope yer ready.” Noctis says with a playful grin, looking down at Gladio. He resumes grinding against the throbbing cock inside him. “Yeehaaaw!!”
“...seriously…?” Gladio doesn't want to know and doesn't care to know where Noct got the cowboy hat from. In fact, he continues like nothing ever happened. It's a little difficult when every time Gladio brushes his prostate, Noct pants and moans out other western sayings. It's every bit silly and ridiculous. If Prompto were awake now, he'd be laughing his ass off.
By the time they both finish, Gladio’s had more than enough. Noct is tired and sleepy as he usually is after sex. He's pretty much asleep as soon as his head hits his pillow. He doesn't even feel it when Gladio snatches the cowboy hat off his head.
He’s only in a pair of boxers but Gladio steps out of the tent anyway. He marches to the edge of the campground and with a mighty swing, hurls the cowboy hat as hard as he can into the wilderness beyond. Satisfied, he turns around and finally notices Ignis, who had been quietly sitting by the campfire.
“With me,” Ignis says with a heavy sigh, “he wore a turkey hat.”
“Guess you could say he got stuffed.” It’s awful, but Gladio just couldn't resist that pun.
A Minifill Appears!
“Gl-Gladio...gimme a sec.” Noctis says suddenly, pausing his movements. He can practically feel the swears rising in his friend. “It won't take long.” He reassures, voice still breathless. He doesn't want to get up off of Gladio's cock, and it's a struggle to reach what he was looking for - a black bag he had sitting next to his sleeping bag.
“Goddammit, Noct, what the hell!” Gladio growls, his fingers digging into Noct's hips in an effort to refocus the prince’s attention.
Noctis ignores his friend and manages to grab the handle of the bag he'd reaching for. Inside it is a black cowboy hat he'd bought just for the occasion. He puts it on, and before Gladio can say anything, he says in his best country drawl, “Gonna be a tough ride, cowpoke.” He grabs hold of his hat with one hand, places the other on Gladio’s abdomen to steady himself.
“Hope yer ready.” Noctis says with a playful grin, looking down at Gladio. He resumes grinding against the throbbing cock inside him. “Yeehaaaw!!”
“...seriously…?” Gladio doesn't want to know and doesn't care to know where Noct got the cowboy hat from. In fact, he continues like nothing ever happened. It's a little difficult when every time Gladio brushes his prostate, Noct pants and moans out other western sayings. It's every bit silly and ridiculous. If Prompto were awake now, he'd be laughing his ass off.
By the time they both finish, Gladio’s had more than enough. Noct is tired and sleepy as he usually is after sex. He's pretty much asleep as soon as his head hits his pillow. He doesn't even feel it when Gladio snatches the cowboy hat off his head.
He’s only in a pair of boxers but Gladio steps out of the tent anyway. He marches to the edge of the campground and with a mighty swing, hurls the cowboy hat as hard as he can into the wilderness beyond. Satisfied, he turns around and finally notices Ignis, who had been quietly sitting by the campfire.
“With me,” Ignis says with a heavy sigh, “he wore a turkey hat.”
“Guess you could say he got stuffed.” It’s awful, but Gladio just couldn't resist that pun.