“Fuck,” Noct gasps, his hand reaching down to grasp his cock. “Yeah, just like that.”
His legs are hooked over Gladio’s shoulders and Gladio’s pounding into him hard and fast, just the way he likes it, and it’s not going to take more than a few strokes for him to come. Noct closes his eyes and sinks into the feeling of Gladio’s relentless thrusts and the slick glide of his own hand, and it’s so good, it’s perfect, and then Gladio grabs both his wrists and drags them up to pin them above his head.
“Not yet,” Gladio says in response to his whine of protest, his voice all low and gravelly, and Noct really wants to come but also, that’s hot as fuck.
He twists his wrists in Gladio’s hold and wriggles a little, but it’s half-hearted at best. It’s so easy to just lie back and let Gladio take care of him.
...Except that Gladio isn’t taking care of him. His cock is painfully hard, smearing precome over both their stomachs, and Gladio’s making no move to touch it. He just keeps rocking into him, pressing Noct’s wrists into the pillow, and it still feels amazing but it’s not what Noct needs.
“Touch me,” he says, and when that doesn’t get him anywhere, adds, “Gladio, please.”
That does it; Gladio breathes out “fuck” and shifts his hold on Noct’s wrists to one big hand, the other wrapping around his aching cock. A few rough, fast strokes and Noct is crying out and arching off the bed, cock pulsing between them.
Noct falls back on the bed, pressed into the mattress by Gladio’s weight as he keeps thrusting, still chasing his own climax. Noct’s mind is hazy with bliss, his limbs loose and his eyelids already heavy. Dimly, he hears Gladio say his name, and then something like c’mon, damn it, don’t—, but Noct is too far gone to hear any more.
***
Gladio sighs, and pulls out. He deals with the condom and tosses it into the little wastebasket near the bed, then takes himself in hand to finish what they started.
He’s not surprised that it happened again, but he is frustrated with himself for giving in just because Noct used that voice, that throaty, needy moan that makes it almost impossible not to give him whatever he wants. Gladio should probably be more annoyed with Noct, but just thinking about the way his voice broke on the please, remembering the way his slim, tight body clenched around Gladio’s cock as he came—it’s not as good as if Gladio were still fucking him, but it’s enough to get him the rest of the way there, push him over the edge into shuddering and groaning as he spills into his own hand.
He goes to get a washcloth and cleans them both up, and yep, as expected, Noct is well and truly out. He barely stirs as Gladio wipes the last traces of come from his stomach, and when Gladio settles beside him and pulls the covers up around them Noct hums and rolls onto his side, nestling into his pillow.
Propped up on one elbow, Gladio watches his prince’s sleeping face for a few moments. As always, it tugs at his heart to see the way Noct relaxes in slumber, throwing the ever-present tension of his waking moments into sharp relief. His lips are parted slightly, his lashes fanned against his cheeks, and he’s so fucking beautiful that it’s hard to be annoyed with him for being a lazy little brat who lets Gladio do all the work in bed.
Gladio leans down to press a kiss to his temple, bundles Noct into his arms, and closes his eyes.
***
The next morning is a pretty typical one; Gladio wakes up obnoxiously early to work out, and Noct rolls himself into a blanket cocoon and stays there until Gladio threatens to carry him blankets and all into the shower.
Before they meet up with Ignis and Prompto in the lobby and work out a plan of attack for the day, Noct says, “Last night was...really nice.”
Gladio barely looks up from stripping the bed. “Glad you enjoyed yourself.”
Noct looks over at him, brow furrowing. “Wait, did you not?”
Gladio shrugs, balling up the dirty sheets. “No, it was good. Don’t worry about it.”
“...Don’t worry about what?” Noct presses, and when he just gets an exasperated grunt in response, “Gladio, if I did something wrong—“
“You always fall asleep after you come,” Gladio says bluntly.
Noct blinks. It’s not like he didn’t know he gets really sleepy after coming, but he didn’t think it was that unusual, or bad. “...Yeah?”
“Like, right after,” Gladio explains, and when it still doesn’t click, “While I’m still fucking you?”
“Oh, shit, I’m sorry,” Noct says. “Wait, always?”
“Pretty much,” Gladio informs him. “It’s not a problem if I come first, but otherwise I get left hanging.”
“Well, why haven’t you said anything before now?” Noct asks, and Gladio shrugs.
“Not like you’re doing it on purpose. And it’s not like I can’t just pull out and finish myself off.”
Noct blinks again. “Wait, so you’ve been...dude, why not just finish inside me?”
Gladio looks at him, eyebrows raised slightly. “I don’t know, because just fucking your unconscious body seems weird and creepy?”
Noct shrugs. “It’s not creepy if I tell you in advance I don’t mind, right? And I don’t.” He walks over and puts his hands on Gladio’s shoulders, stretching up to kiss him. “I mean it. If you don’t feel like pulling out next time, it’s cool.”
“Huh.” Gladio holds Noct by the arms to keep him on his toes for another kiss. “Still seems kinda weird. But I’ll think about it.”
***
It’s a few nights before they end up in a hotel again, after a long day of hunting monsters and running errands that it frankly seems like the people sending them on could be running themselves. The kind of day that leaves them simultaneously worked up and wanting, and so tired that Gladio knows there’s no hope of Noct’s post-orgasm-nap streak ending tonight.
Gladio still kisses him hard while Noct climbs him like a tree, still growls “Gods, I wanna wreck you,” against Noct’s throat and savors the desperate sound he gets in response. He gets them on the bed, gets Noct open and ready for him with his legs locked around Gladio’s waist and his head thrown back, fucks him hard like he wants it. This time when Noct gets close, Gladio doesn’t try to pull him back. Noct comes hard, moaning Gladio’s name and leaving crescent-shaped nail marks on his shoulders, and already Gladio can feel his body going slack and see his eyelids drooping.
“Hey.” Gladio brings a hand up to trace the line of Noct’s jaw, trying to get his attention before he fades entirely. “You sure you’re good with this?”
“Mhm,” Noct mumbles, nuzzling his hand sleepily. “Want you to come in me, even if I’m asleep. And I trust you.”
“Okay.” Gladio bends down to kiss the side of his face. His thrusts have slowed, but he’s still rocking steadily into Noct. “Good. Fuck, you feel so good.”
Noct’s only reply is a pleased hum, the legs that were around Gladio’s waist falling loose as his eyes drift shut.
Gladio keeps fucking him. It does feel weird at first, just using his prince’s unresisting body like this. But having Noct’s blessing keeps it from being bad-weird, and there’s something about him lying beneath Gladio all sweet and peaceful, trusting him with his body so completely, that sends sparks down Gladio’s spine, makes him shake and curse as he falls apart and spends himself inside Noct’s warm, willing body instead of his own clenched fist.
The part afterward is pretty similar, Gladio cleaning them both up and getting them settled for the night. But it feels a little different, in a good way, as Gladio wraps his arms around Noct and pulls him back into the curve of his body. He presses his lips to the back of Noct’s neck, breathing in the scent of him, and within minutes, he’s sleeping as deeply as his prince.
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FILL: FFXV Noct/any, Noct falls asleep after coming (Noct/Gladio)
Date: 2018-04-21 11:26 pm (UTC)His legs are hooked over Gladio’s shoulders and Gladio’s pounding into him hard and fast, just the way he likes it, and it’s not going to take more than a few strokes for him to come. Noct closes his eyes and sinks into the feeling of Gladio’s relentless thrusts and the slick glide of his own hand, and it’s so good, it’s perfect, and then Gladio grabs both his wrists and drags them up to pin them above his head.
“Not yet,” Gladio says in response to his whine of protest, his voice all low and gravelly, and Noct really wants to come but also, that’s hot as fuck.
He twists his wrists in Gladio’s hold and wriggles a little, but it’s half-hearted at best. It’s so easy to just lie back and let Gladio take care of him.
...Except that Gladio isn’t taking care of him. His cock is painfully hard, smearing precome over both their stomachs, and Gladio’s making no move to touch it. He just keeps rocking into him, pressing Noct’s wrists into the pillow, and it still feels amazing but it’s not what Noct needs.
“Touch me,” he says, and when that doesn’t get him anywhere, adds, “Gladio, please.”
That does it; Gladio breathes out “fuck” and shifts his hold on Noct’s wrists to one big hand, the other wrapping around his aching cock. A few rough, fast strokes and Noct is crying out and arching off the bed, cock pulsing between them.
Noct falls back on the bed, pressed into the mattress by Gladio’s weight as he keeps thrusting, still chasing his own climax. Noct’s mind is hazy with bliss, his limbs loose and his eyelids already heavy. Dimly, he hears Gladio say his name, and then something like c’mon, damn it, don’t—, but Noct is too far gone to hear any more.
***
Gladio sighs, and pulls out. He deals with the condom and tosses it into the little wastebasket near the bed, then takes himself in hand to finish what they started.
He’s not surprised that it happened again, but he is frustrated with himself for giving in just because Noct used that voice, that throaty, needy moan that makes it almost impossible not to give him whatever he wants. Gladio should probably be more annoyed with Noct, but just thinking about the way his voice broke on the please, remembering the way his slim, tight body clenched around Gladio’s cock as he came—it’s not as good as if Gladio were still fucking him, but it’s enough to get him the rest of the way there, push him over the edge into shuddering and groaning as he spills into his own hand.
He goes to get a washcloth and cleans them both up, and yep, as expected, Noct is well and truly out. He barely stirs as Gladio wipes the last traces of come from his stomach, and when Gladio settles beside him and pulls the covers up around them Noct hums and rolls onto his side, nestling into his pillow.
Propped up on one elbow, Gladio watches his prince’s sleeping face for a few moments. As always, it tugs at his heart to see the way Noct relaxes in slumber, throwing the ever-present tension of his waking moments into sharp relief. His lips are parted slightly, his lashes fanned against his cheeks, and he’s so fucking beautiful that it’s hard to be annoyed with him for being a lazy little brat who lets Gladio do all the work in bed.
Gladio leans down to press a kiss to his temple, bundles Noct into his arms, and closes his eyes.
***
The next morning is a pretty typical one; Gladio wakes up obnoxiously early to work out, and Noct rolls himself into a blanket cocoon and stays there until Gladio threatens to carry him blankets and all into the shower.
Before they meet up with Ignis and Prompto in the lobby and work out a plan of attack for the day, Noct says, “Last night was...really nice.”
Gladio barely looks up from stripping the bed. “Glad you enjoyed yourself.”
Noct looks over at him, brow furrowing. “Wait, did you not?”
Gladio shrugs, balling up the dirty sheets. “No, it was good. Don’t worry about it.”
“...Don’t worry about what?” Noct presses, and when he just gets an exasperated grunt in response, “Gladio, if I did something wrong—“
“You always fall asleep after you come,” Gladio says bluntly.
Noct blinks. It’s not like he didn’t know he gets really sleepy after coming, but he didn’t think it was that unusual, or bad. “...Yeah?”
“Like, right after,” Gladio explains, and when it still doesn’t click, “While I’m still fucking you?”
“Oh, shit, I’m sorry,” Noct says. “Wait, always?”
“Pretty much,” Gladio informs him. “It’s not a problem if I come first, but otherwise I get left hanging.”
“Well, why haven’t you said anything before now?” Noct asks, and Gladio shrugs.
“Not like you’re doing it on purpose. And it’s not like I can’t just pull out and finish myself off.”
Noct blinks again. “Wait, so you’ve been...dude, why not just finish inside me?”
Gladio looks at him, eyebrows raised slightly. “I don’t know, because just fucking your unconscious body seems weird and creepy?”
Noct shrugs. “It’s not creepy if I tell you in advance I don’t mind, right? And I don’t.” He walks over and puts his hands on Gladio’s shoulders, stretching up to kiss him. “I mean it. If you don’t feel like pulling out next time, it’s cool.”
“Huh.” Gladio holds Noct by the arms to keep him on his toes for another kiss. “Still seems kinda weird. But I’ll think about it.”
***
It’s a few nights before they end up in a hotel again, after a long day of hunting monsters and running errands that it frankly seems like the people sending them on could be running themselves. The kind of day that leaves them simultaneously worked up and wanting, and so tired that Gladio knows there’s no hope of Noct’s post-orgasm-nap streak ending tonight.
Gladio still kisses him hard while Noct climbs him like a tree, still growls “Gods, I wanna wreck you,” against Noct’s throat and savors the desperate sound he gets in response. He gets them on the bed, gets Noct open and ready for him with his legs locked around Gladio’s waist and his head thrown back, fucks him hard like he wants it. This time when Noct gets close, Gladio doesn’t try to pull him back. Noct comes hard, moaning Gladio’s name and leaving crescent-shaped nail marks on his shoulders, and already Gladio can feel his body going slack and see his eyelids drooping.
“Hey.” Gladio brings a hand up to trace the line of Noct’s jaw, trying to get his attention before he fades entirely. “You sure you’re good with this?”
“Mhm,” Noct mumbles, nuzzling his hand sleepily. “Want you to come in me, even if I’m asleep. And I trust you.”
“Okay.” Gladio bends down to kiss the side of his face. His thrusts have slowed, but he’s still rocking steadily into Noct. “Good. Fuck, you feel so good.”
Noct’s only reply is a pleased hum, the legs that were around Gladio’s waist falling loose as his eyes drift shut.
Gladio keeps fucking him. It does feel weird at first, just using his prince’s unresisting body like this. But having Noct’s blessing keeps it from being bad-weird, and there’s something about him lying beneath Gladio all sweet and peaceful, trusting him with his body so completely, that sends sparks down Gladio’s spine, makes him shake and curse as he falls apart and spends himself inside Noct’s warm, willing body instead of his own clenched fist.
The part afterward is pretty similar, Gladio cleaning them both up and getting them settled for the night. But it feels a little different, in a good way, as Gladio wraps his arms around Noct and pulls him back into the curve of his body. He presses his lips to the back of Noct’s neck, breathing in the scent of him, and within minutes, he’s sleeping as deeply as his prince.