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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Final_Fantasy_XV
  Relationship:
      Gladiolus_Amicitia/Noctis_Lucis_Caelum
  Character:
      Gladiolus_Amicitia, Noctis_Lucis_Caelum
  Additional Tags:
      Anal_Sex, Rough_Sex, Rough_Oral_Sex, Size_Difference, Choking, spitting,
      Snowballing, Plot_What_Plot/Porn_Without_Plot, Kink_Discovery
  Series:
      Part 2 of "I_Love_You"_Never_Felt_Like_Any_Blessing
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-05-15 Words: 2222
****** Wrap Me around Your Finger ******
by Runaround_Stu
Summary
     When Noctis and Gladio started having sex, it was fairly tame, but it
     never completely satisfied them. Now they are figuring out what
     really gets them going.
Notes
     One day I'll write about something else. Maybe after I've documented
     every instance of Noctis and Gladio fucking.
     I really enjoy writing Noctis and Gladio's power dynamic. You might
     have noticed that almost every sexual encounter I've written between
     them is initiated by Noctis, even though Gladio is the sexually
     dominant one. GOSH what does it mean.
Gladiolus swung his massive wooden practice blade with two hands. Noctis, in
his inexperience, warp dodged a moment too late. That is to say, he did not get
the chance to warp before the blunt but heavy weapon collided with his torso
and he went sprawling to the hard marble floor. Luckily, he was wearing some
padding, but it hurt like a motherfucker and he knew he was going to be feeling
it later. Gladio gave him time to get to his feet. “It's fine,” Noctis groaned
as he collected himself, “Don’t hold back or anything.”
The nineteen-year-old grinned. “You’re joking, but I  am  holding back. I
haven’t broken your arm or your nose yet, have I?”
Noctis smirked as he readied his own weapon again. “You’d never break my nose.
You think I’m too cute.” Gladio did not blush, but he did briefly avert his
eyes. It gave Noctis the chance to momentarily gain the upper hand and swing at
him. Though Gladio was able to block it, it knocked him off balance and he
stumbled. Noctis pressed in close, hoping to retain his advantage. In doing so,
he caught a whiff of Gladio’s sweat, which was a reward in itself. Noctis’s
triumph was short lived, though; Gladio soon had him on the run again. It was
frustrating to Noctis that he could never win. Every time he thought he was
improving, he found that Gladio was already there, still better than him.
Noctis hated combat training no less now than when he had first started it.
After much too long, they were done. Noctis leaned forward and put his hands on
his knees, panting heavily. “Do you enjoy this?” he asked, frowning.
“Yeah, I do,” Gladio replied with a chuckle. He pushed his hair out of his
eyes. He was growing it out and it was at an awkward length that got in the
way, but couldn’t yet be pulled into a ponytail. “Used to piss me off, but now
I think it’s kinda fun, don’t you?”
“No, I don’t,” Noctis grumbled as he put away his wooden weapon and practice
armor. They showered and changed, Noctis into a black t-shirt and jeans, Gladio
into a uniform. Before they parted ways at the door of the training hall,
Noctis grabbed Gladio’s collar and pulled him down to his level. “Come to my
room tonight,” he whispered. His breath was hot and his soft lips brushed
against Gladio’s ear. A twinge of desire awakened in Gladio’s stomach.
“Will you be waiting for me?” Gladio asked, his voice low and rumbling.
“Of course,” Noctis replied. He daringly pressed a kiss to Gladio’s lips. Their
relationship, whatever exactly it was, was very much a secret, but Noctis
enjoyed tempting fate and sneaking kisses in public places. He then dashed
away, probably to hide from anyone who might try to make him do any more work
on a Saturday.
Noctis was reclining in an armchair, tapping away at his phone, when there was
finally a knock at his door later that evening. “Come in,” he called, sounding
bored. The heavy door creaked open. Gladio appeared, dressed casually again in
jeans and a tank top. He crossed the room to the ornate chair where Noctis was
curled up like a cat, leaned over the chair, and kissed him. He pulled the
phone out of Noctis’s hand and set it on the side table, muffling Noctis’s
minor protest with his lips. Then he wrapped his fingers around Noctis’s upper
arms and pulled him up to stand. The floor was cold under the Prince’s bare
feet.
Noctis slid his hands up Gladio’s shirt to feel the muscled chest hidden
underneath. Gladio was getting bigger all the time. He had always been tall and
strong, but he was really pushing himself, and Noct noticed and appreciated
just how built he was getting. He moved in to kiss Gladio’s collarbone—he
didn’t have to lean down at all—and inhaled his scent. He smelled freshly
showered, which wasn’t unpleasant, but was a bit of a shame. Noctis pressed his
face into Gladio’s armpit, trying to get a hint of the musk he smelled when
they sparred. Gladio laughed and pushed him away, embarrassed, then distracted
him with another kiss.
The two slowly made their way to the bed and tumbled into it. Gladio rolled on
top of Noctis, pressing his weight down on the younger teen while giving him a
crushing kiss. Noctis mewled softly. Gods, he liked it when Gladio overpowered
him. He squirmed a little under the hard weight of Gladio’s body, trying to
goad him into pinning him down. Instead, Gladio relented and got to his knees,
straddling Noctis’s legs. Gladio pulled the boy’s shirt off and tossed it to
the ground, then ran his hands up his slim torso. He carefully avoided the
bruise that was staining the pale skin of Noctis’s ribs purple from their
earlier sparring session.
Noctis reached out and pulled Gladio’s shirt over his head, too. They both
wriggled out of their jeans and Gladio flopped down on his back on the bed. He
stroked himself slowly, coaxing his erection to its full size, eyes on Noctis.
He flicked his eyes down to his cock, then back to Noctis’s face. Noctis took
the hint; he stretched out on the bed on his stomach and took the head of
Gladio’s cock into his mouth.
“That’s nice,” Gladio murmured. He reached out and stroked Noctis’s soft black
hair, encouraging him to take it a little deeper. “You’re getting good at
that.”
Noctis slid his mouth down the enormous shaft. He could take it pretty far now,
and had mostly learned to keep from gagging when it hit the back of his throat.
Gladio wanted more. He put his hand on Noctis’s head and pushed down. Noctis
felt the big head of Gladio’s cock prying open his throat. He screwed his eyes
shut, willing himself not to gag, but a second later he pulled away, heaving,
gasping for breath, and thanking the gods that he hadn't thrown up. “Sorry,”
Gladio said quickly, “I got carried away. Are you okay?”
Noctis nodded, wiping saliva off his chin. “Yeah, sorry…” He gave up on the
blow job and crawled on top of Gladio instead, kissing him with all his
adolescent urgency.
“Don’t be,” Gladio said, and rolled Noctis underneath him again. Noctis hooked
one leg over Gladio’s lower back and pulled him closer. Gladio’s much bigger
cock pressed against his, and he thrust his hips up to increase the pressure.
“Ah, Noct, I want you,” Gladio groaned, his breath hot on Noctis’s neck.
“Then what are you waiting for?” Noctis replied with another buck of his hips.
Gladio hurriedly grabbed the lube that he had bought for Noctis to keep in his
room. Noctis was nervous about it being discovered, but was glad to have it at
times like this. He pulled his knees up without shame, exposing himself for
Gladio, who drank in the sight appreciatively.
“So hot,” Gladio muttered as he circled one lube-coated finger around Noctis’s
asshole, watching it twitch in anticipation. It looked so small, but he knew it
would accommodate him.
“Come on,” Noctis whispered impatiently. In response, the thick finger slid
inside him. He felt himself tense as the finger entered him, but he was able to
relax after a few seconds. Gladio fucked him with one finger for a while, his
other hand toying with Noctis’s nipples. It felt good, but it wasn’t enough.
“Gladio, please…”
“Please what?” Gladio asked, though he knew perfectly well.
“Hurry up and fuck me. I want it,” Noctis whined.
“Be patient,” Gladio chuckled, “I don't want to hurt you.”
“I don't care!” Noctis exclaimed. At Gladio’s skeptical look, he added, “I'm
serious. I don't care if it hurts. I want it now.”
The ache in Gladio’s cock made him quick to accept Noctis’s words. He carefully
pulled his finger out and slathered his cock liberally with lube. As he slowly
pushed inside, Noctis took a deep breath and did his best to open his body to
the intrusion. Gladio’s cock was considerably larger than one finger, even
Gladio’s finger. A gasp of pain escaped Noctis’s lips, and Gladio paused. “Too
much?” he asked, nearly shaking with the strain of keeping himself in check.
“N-no,” Noctis replied through gritted teeth, “Don't stop. Fuck me.”
Gladio couldn't argue with such a clear request. He kept pushing in, allowing
himself to ignore Noctis’s whines of pain and trusting that he would say if he
wanted to stop. Noctis whimpered when Gladio started to thrust his hips. He
could feel every inch of the thick shaft sliding in and out of him. Noctis dug
his heel into Gladio’s lower back, urging him on.
Soon they found a comfortable rhythm. The discomfort mostly faded, though
Gladio seemed to be fucking him harder than usual, snapping his hips forward,
the sound of their skin slapping together ringing off the walls. Some thrusts
were hard and deep enough to make Noctis let out choked-off screams, but he
didn't say to stop, so Gladio didn't stop.
“Glad… Gladio,” Noctis managed to say between thrusts. Gladio looked at him,
hips still moving, but Noctis didn't say more. Instead, he groped for Gladio’s
hand and dragged it to his throat.
Gladio froze. He had to stop moving to stop himself from coming at the prurient
vision underneath him: his own powerful hand, resting on Noctis’s pale, elegant
neck, Noctis’s swollen, wet lips and his sapphire blue eyes, staring a
challenge at Gladio, huge pupils that Gladio felt he might fall into. Gladio
wanted to let loose and ravage this beautiful boy. But there was still a tiny
voice of reason in Gladio’s head. “No way,” he whispered, “It’s dangerous.”
“Please,” Noctis begged, “Just a little. I'm not made of glass.”
“My job is to  protect  you,” Gladio retorted.
“But you want to do it,” Noctis said. He emphasized his point with a squeeze of
his muscles around Gladio’s cock. Gladio’s grunt and evasive glance told him he
was right. “So I'm ordering you. I'm your Prince and I'm telling you to do it.”
Conflict was plainly written on Gladio’s face, but he gripped Noctis’s neck
gently. Noctis gave a wanton moan and arched his back at just that slight
pressure. Seeing Noctis so aroused by it turned him on even more in turn. He
began fucking Noctis again, keeping a hand on his delicate throat and squeezing
intermittently, never too hard or for too long.
With Gladio pounding into him and his hand on his throat, however lightly,
Noctis was in heaven. The whole time, Gladio stared down at him, watching the
minute changes in his face, the way his brow furrowed, the way his eyes
fluttered open and shut, the way he alternately bit his reddened lip and let
his mouth hang open. The quiet, sullen Prince was coming undone right before
Gladio’s eyes, and having the boy at his mercy turned Gladio on more than he
wanted to admit.
Gladio had the sudden urge to test the extent of his authority. “Open your
mouth,” he growled at Noctis, emphasizing the command with brief pressure on
his throat. Noctis obeyed immediately. Gladio slowly let a glob of spit fall
from his lips into Noctis’s open mouth. Ambivalence flashed across Noctis’s
face, but then he swallowed it, his eyes locked on Gladio’s as he did.
A thrill ran down Gladio’s spine. He had the Crown Prince of Lucis in his grip,
and he could do whatever he wanted to him. That thought was enough to push him
over the edge. He shuddered as he came, making Noctis yelp as he slammed into
him.
Noctis grunted in frustration when Gladio pulled out a moment later. “More,
please,” he begged. As a consolation, Gladio slid three broad fingers into
Noctis’s hole, which was dripping with lube and cum. Noctis gasped at the sting
of the fingers stretching him open again. He reached down to stroke himself
frantically as Gladio fucked him with his hand. When he came, he clenched down
around Gladio’s fingers so hard it made the older boy laugh.
Gladio leaned over to lick up the cum that was splattered across Noctis’s flat,
smooth stomach, then crawled up to kiss him. Noctis’s eyes flew open when he
felt Gladio push his tongue into his mouth along with the warm, sticky fluid he
had just licked up. But he closed his eyes again and swallowed it, tasting
himself mixed with Gladio’s saliva. It tasted good.
They caught their breath for a while before Gladio asked, “Was that okay? I
didn't hurt you, did I?”
Noctis shook his head. “No. Well, just a little. But I liked it. Really. I feel
amazing.” He stretched out like a cat in a sunbeam, basking in the warm
afterglow.
Gladio stroked circles with his palm on Noctis’s chest. “That was so hot,” he
admitted, “I didn't know if you'd like, ya know, rougher stuff. But now… you
have no idea what kind of things I think about doing to you.”
At that admission, Noctis felt goosebumps spread down his arms. “Then show me,”
he said firmly.
“Next time,” Gladio replied, tweaking Noctis’s nipple and eliciting an
undignified squeal.
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