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FILL 4/? Re: Gladio/Noctis sugardaddy/sugarbaby

Date: 2017-01-26 07:24 pm (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
At noon the next day, Noct is roused by a hammering at his door. He drags his sorry ass off of his fold-out bed and answers in nothing but his sweatpants and a Moogle Chocobo Carnival shirt, and is barely aware that he even signed for a package before he’s dragging a cardboard box onto the other box that serves as his table. He looks at the address, but it doesn’t seem familiar. Yawning, he opens the box to find—

Clothes?

He lifts out a black dress shirt wrapped in protective plastic, with the faintest motif of skulls around the hem. Under that are a pair of pants of the kind of soft fabric Noct hasn’t worn in years, and still under that is a fine black jacket with a card tucked into the front pocket. Noct pulls out the card and squints at it.

For dinner tonight. Hope I guessed your size right. – G

“Man,” Noct says, looking down at the fortune in clothing on his impromptu table. “If you can buy me this, pay my fucking rent.” He isn’t mad about it, though, which should be worrying. He looks at the clock. Six hours until the dinner. Date. Whatever it is. Plenty of time to go back to bed for an hour or three.

Noct, of course, ends up running thirty minutes late. He shows up at the restaurant—one of those bougie deals with waitstaff who are trained to make unwashed scrublords like Noct feel two inches high—wearing the clothes Gladio sent him with a bit of trepidation. They fit well, but he wonders what exactly he’s getting into with this.

He doesn’t have to wonder long.

“Wait,” he says, thirty minutes into the meal. “So you’re saying, you want me to… live with you.”

“If you’re into it,” Gladio says.

“Like a sort of… house-sitter with benefits?”

“Sure. You don’t have to move back in with your dad or worry about bills for a while, and I get the pleasure of your company.”

“Like Pretty Woman?” Noct asks, through a mouth full of steak. Gladio winces.

“Thanks for that. No, you won’t be obligated to do anything you don’t want to. It’s just…” he sighs. “Empty, even when I’m not on a business trip out of town, and you’re nice, so I thought…”

“I get it.” Noct tries to keep the eagerness out of his voice as he says, “So, we’re going back to your place after this, or…?”

Gladio’s answering grin is enough to send heat to Noct’s cheeks. “Yeah. Let me get the check.”

Noct manages to make it up three flights in the elevator to Gladio’s apartment before he starts undoing the larger man’s dress shirt. His own new clothes are a rumpled mess by the tenth floor, and he’s already half hard and panting for breath when they stagger out of the elevator and into the darkness of Gladio’s apartment. Noct scrambles to disrobe, and when Gladio pushes him down onto the large couch by the bookshelves, he’s shucking off his boxers without a second thought.

“What do you want, Noct?” Gladio asks. The light of the distant bedroom draws an outline around his naked form, and he stops just short of Noct as the younger man sprawls on the couch.

“We’re playing that game?” Noct smirks. “Where you ask me to say, Oh, fuck me, Gladio, fuck me so good, I want your big, hard, monster cock in my—” He cackles as Gladio climbs over him, grinning, and presses calloused fingers over his lips.

“If you talk like that,” Gladio says, “I’m gonna rethink this whole arrangement. Which is what I’m asking about, and you know it.”

“Ask me after you fuck my brains out,” Noct says, lips brushing against Gladio’s hands. “Be polite.”

“You won’t feel much like talking, then.”

Noct groans. “I’m here, aren’t I? Isn’t that answer enough?” Gladio removes his hand and looks down on him sternly. “Yes. Alright. Let’s give it a shot. Just a few weeks to start with, right?”

“Right,” Gladio says, and presses his body flush to Noct’s. “Now, let’s see if I can make you beg, after all.”

He can, and he does.

This time, Gladio makes Noct undo himself. He ghosts his fingers over Noct’s as Noct draws himself to the edge, then watches him squirm as he strains to brush his prostate with three fingers, sloppy with lube and tense at this angle. Gladio draws back completely as Noct comes, and Noct crawls towards him, eyes unfocused, lips parted as he gasps for breath in the aftermath of his release.

“Don’t have to push it, princess,” Gladio says, and Noct glares as he heaves himself onto the larger man’s lap. Gladio’s cock, painfully hard, brushes against Noct's as he settles down. Noct reaches down to slick him with lube, and closes his eyes at Gladio’s hiss at the touch.

“Thanks,” Noct says, and his voice oozes sarcasm. He lifts himself up, holding onto Gladio’s shoulder for support, and kisses him softly before he guides himself down onto Gladio’s length. He moves excruciatingly slow, and presses his forehead to Gladio’s and gasps at the hitching of his breath.

“You’re doing great,” Gladio says, and Noct kisses the side of his jaw under the ear. “Noct, you’re fucking gorgeous.”

“Shut up,” Noct gasps, and Gladio can feel the heat in his cheeks. He has taken Gladio’s full length, now, and he takes a moment to adjust before he starts to ride him in quick, shallow movements. Gladio tilts his head back, and Noct grabs his hair and pulls him forward into a rough kiss.

Except it’s not enough, and Gladio’s hands grip him at the hips and he practically bucks up into him as Noct takes him to the hilt. Noct leaves off even trying to concentrate on anything but the drag and spike of pleasure as Gladio fucks him, and leans his head on the older man’s shoulder. He fumbles to jerk himself off, but his movement is erratic, and Gladio lets Noct take over as he reaches between them to bring him into what turns out to be the second of many orgasms of the night. Gladio comes right after, and Noct takes a moment to steady his breathing before he slowly disengages from his lap.

“Right,” Noct says, flopping boneless onto the couch at Gladio’s side. “I can definitely live with this.”
From: (Anonymous)
This is awesome anon, keep at it!
From: (Anonymous)
this is incredible... can't wait for more!

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