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Daddy Gladdy - Noctis x Gladiolus	By : TristyandShane Category: Final Fantasy Games > Final Fantasy XV Views: 787 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-Daddy Gladdy
- 1
Stepping out of the shower, he glanced around the room. Noctis grumbled when he exited the small bathroom, resting the white towel over his toned shoulder after he finished towelling those short black locks. His natural scent smelled of sandalwood, albeit when he now finished in the shower, Noctis now donned a fresh minty fragrance. He felt better than before, that was for sure.
When deep blue eyes greeted Gladio in the bedroom, Noctis’ dull expression didn’t budge. Noctis walked into the bedroom clad in only his three-quarter-length trousers and black boots that reached his mid-calf. He appeared topless, revealing the scrawny body that Gladiolus always taunted him about. Well, appearance wise, the torso wasn’t all that lithe, Noctis was toned but he bore very little muscle.
“Hey, Gladio.”
"Ey, Noct. How's it going?" Gladio smirked, eyeing that lithe figure. Pinching his chin with his index and thumb, Gladio intoned an intrigued hum at the sight. "Takin’ my advice, pretty boy?"
"Um, yeah. I kinda lost my shirt, you know where it is?"
"Didja check under the bed? Maybe one of us kicked it under there by accident."
"Why would it be under there?"
Noctis grumbled, soon getting onto his knees as he checked underneath the double bed like suggested. It was so dark under there he could barely see. He was sitting on all fours, head looking under the narrow gap of the bed while his butt stuck up in the air.
"Nope, can't find it."
Gladio groaned. He stood up from the edge of the bed and kneeled down on the other side. Reaching further than Noctis could, Gladio’s large hand patted around the hard floor until he found a lone shirt, and soon he pulled it out from under the bed.
"Seriously, Noct. How do you expect to run a kingdom when you can't even find your things?"
“H-Huh?”
Snatching the black shirt from Gladio in a heartbeat, Noctis raised his torso from the floor and slipped the shirt back on. Noctis grumbled, looking at all the creases the shirt had gathered just by being under the bed. Cyan-blue eyes glanced back up to Gladio, and Noctis didn't even bother to smile at him.
"Uh, thanks. My stuff just disappears when I'm havin' a shower, you know? Hangin' out with three different guys doesn't help either."
"What do Prompto and Iggy have to do with this? We're the only ones using this room." Gladio responded. He watched his Prince get dressed, still not bothering to wear a shirt himself for the time being. "I even showered first this morning. If you're having a rough day, you can tell me. Maybe Iggy can whip you something up for breakfast."
On all fours, Noctis crept a little closer towards Gladio. This time, Noctis actually bothered to smile, albeit it was more of a smirk. "Well, then you must have kicked my shirt under the bed, huh?" Glancing away for a moment, Noctis eyed up the open door before he glanced back at Gladio again, scratching the back of his head nervously in the process. "We're the only ones here, right? And I'm your King, right? What if I order you to do something for me?"
“Order?” Gladio raised an eyebrow, and moved to sit on top of the bed again. He crossed his muscular arms over his broad chest, and let out a small chuckle. "Alright. What favour do you need this time? Want me to lie to the others and say you're sick so we can stay at this motel for one more night?"
“Uh--" Noctis cleared his throat before properly speaking. "That's a pretty good idea, actually. I mean, I don't wanna do anymore 'hunting' for a while - fuck that." Rising to his feet, Noctis pressed his knee into the mattress of the bed while he rested a hand onto Gladio's thigh, just about to sit on Gladio's lap but not yet. He kept his stare fixed on the bigger man. "Well, you kinda answered my question, I guess. But you don't have to be so damn uptight, you know?"
Gladio pondered for a moment, then put together what Noctis was getting at. He sighed, shaking his head. "You're right. Sorry. I guess we've been sneaking around so much that I forgot that it was all a cover..." A large hand touched Noctis' slender hip, Gladio soon brought the younger man to sit on his lap.
Straddling Gladio's hips with his knees, Noctis rested his hands onto Gladio's broad shoulders. When he sat on the bigger man's lap, he then draped his toned arms around Gladio's collar so casually. He arched his back, too, sticking his butt out. "Actually apologisin' for once; that's kinda funny," he snickered. "I just wanna relax all day...do nothing...be lazy, you know? Plus, I have a bad back," he lied about the last part.
"Heh. Is that what we're calling it now? I haven't been that rough on ya. Then again, it's been a few weeks..." Gladio wrapped his large, muscular arms around his small Prince’s waist when his shoulders were touched, and in the process, Gladio leaned in to plant a gentle kiss to Noctis' neck. "Alright then. I'll get a message to the guys so we can stay ‘ere for a while. But I need somethin' in return."
"Yeah, sure. What do you need in return? I think I've given you way too many blowjobs already, though." Noctis flinched at the kiss on his neck, grumbling some. "I mean, you could be a little more considerate...give me aftercare and stuff." Leaning back, a loud yawn emitted Noctis’ lips while he rolled up his black shirt, soon taking it off again. Showing off his toned torso wasn’t something Noctis did everyday, and in fact, he hated being topless around other people…usually. "That’d help my bad back problem," he groaned after the yawn.
Taking the shirt from Noctis' hand, Gladio tossed it onto the floor near their bags so it could be easily found next time. "I need you... That's it. Just you." Gladio whispered, before leaning in to plant a brief kiss onto the Prince’s lips. He closed his eyes as they made out, pressing his tongue into Noctis' mouth.
Enveloping his toned arms around Gladio's collar another time, Noctis melded his lips with Gladio's and refused to pull back. A tent rose in his pants at the same time, becoming noticeable as it gently brushed up against Gladio's abdomen. When Noctis pulled back for a moment, he gently bit onto Gladio's bottom lip. "Yeah? Same here. Why else do you think I wanted to stay here for another night? Well, it's better than camping for a start..."
"Hard to maintain privacy when we're camping, yeah," Gladio smirked, and flicked a finger against the tent pitching in Noctis' pants. "Speaking of 'hard'," he joked terribly like all the other sugar daddies. The muscular brunette stood up and eased Noctis onto the bed in the act. The shield was sporting his own arousal under those black sweatpants, and he dug his thumbs into the sides of them to start tugging them down, exposing his tight black boxer briefs.
Even though Noctis was placed onto the bed, he glanced up at Gladio and then down to the bigger man’s waist. "Wait, let me do that," he offered, and it was pretty rare for Noctis to offer anything. Slipping down from the edge of the bed, Noctis dropped to his knees in a heartbeat. Hands gripped onto the soft material of those boxer briefs, soon yanking them down to expose Gladio's meat. Moving up a hand, Noctis gripped onto the base of the cock. Noctis leaned in to lick the mushroom tip, refusing eye contact in the process. "Yeah, I prefer sharin' a bed with you instead. When we're out camping, I can't suck you off without Iggy or Prompto gettin' in the way. Good thing privacy exists here."
"The only advantage of a swanky motel, I guess. I still prefer the wilderness. Heh." Gladio grunted as his cock was admired by the dark-haired Prince, reaching down to run his large hand through that soft black hair. "D-Damn, Noct... Eager today, aren't we?" Gladio chuckled, looking down at the younger man already teasing him. "Fuck..."
"Well, it's your fault we never get to stay at a motel, Gladio. You wonder why I'm so frickin' horny all the time," he gave tongue-in-cheek responses like per usual. Noctis’ hand working at the base of the cock, Noctis stroked the thick meat while his mouth now tried to take in as many inches as it could. He could only take half of the cock into his mouth, however, as Gladio's manhood now started to glisten with Noctis' spit. Closing his eyes, Noctis started to bob his head backwards and then forth like a good boy.
At the sight, Gladio bit onto his lower lip, eagerly pushing a few more inches into Noctis' warm mouth. His grip on the Prince’s head became tighter, and Glado tried his best to get his lover to take it all. "C'mon, Noct... We practised this. You can handle it..." Gladio narrowed his amber eyes, then let out a groan as the smaller man started to bob his head back and forth. Pumping his hips slowly, the shield inhaled sharply as his member throbbed.
Letting go of the cock, Noctis rested a hand onto Gladio's firm thigh while his free hand pulled down the front of his own pants, exposing his own hardened length. Well, that's if Gladio could even see it. With the hand that rested on Gladio's thigh, Noctis went on to grab the bigger man's ballsack while his mouth sucked. His tongue teased the upside of the cock, his teeth lightly stroked the delicate flesh in the process as well. Noctis continued to spit-shine Gladio's cock, having his head move forward and then back even faster now. Noctis unexpectedly coughed when Gladio pushed in a few more inches, and the younger male struggled to prevent himself from bouncing back.
"There ya go... You're doin' great, Noct... Just like I taught ya..." Seemed like Gladio didn't only teach Noctis about fighting, but also how to give him good head. Gladio pushed back and forth, eventually starting to fuck the Prince’s throat. "A little coughin's fine... Breathe through your nose... Theeere ya go... Fuuuuck your throat feels so damn good...!" Gladio praised his lover over and over, making sure he was able to endure the blowjob. He loved the hands all over him, letting out a few hisses of pleasure in the meantime.
Beginning to jerk his own cock to this, Noctis’ eyes watered with tears at the rough face-fucking, and even his nostrils flared with a watery substance. His face flushed a vivid crimson from the coughing, and the little Prince even gagged at least twice when the cock entered his tight throat repeatedly. Drool escaped his lips, trailing down his chin.
Gripping a fistful of those black locks, Gladio kept a firm grip on that skull with both hands now. His crotch pounded the Prince’s face, while his nine-inch cock repeatedly fucked the throat. After a while, Noctis stopped coughing, as his poor throat now started to endure the length. The dark-haired male reached up with both hands, grabbing onto Gladio’s muscular hamstrings.
"Argh, fuck... Remember what I taught ya about swallowin'?"
Noctis just squeezed his eyes shut.
Ropes of sperm expelled into Noctis’ throat, filling his mouth, and drools of white spunk even flared out from Noctis’ nostrils. The Prince’s face appeared crimson like a tomato, covered in thick, sticky cum. Those poor cyan-blue eyes watered with tears, wetting Noctis’ cheeks. He looked fucked at this point. When Gladio let go of Noctis’ mouth, the dark-haired Prince fell back onto the hard ground. He held onto his head, feeling a little dizzy after the big rush.
“It's pretty fuckin’ hard to breathe through my nose, y'know...a blowjob is like a whole new exercise," groaned the bratty Prince.
“You’ll get used to it,” remarked Gladio. Amber eyes just watched the exhausted Prince, and soon enough, Gladio kneeled down before the younger male. Extending out a hand, Gladio let his hand wait in the air for Noctis’ response. “You need help? I’ll help ya wash your face.”
“Hm, I can do that myself,” he grumped again.
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