Posted originally on the Archive_of_Our_Own at https://archiveofourown.org/
works/13843443.
  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Final_Fantasy_XV
  Relationship:
      Gladiolus_Amicitia/Prompto_Argentum
  Character:
      Gladiolus_Amicitia, Prompto_Argentum
  Additional Tags:
      porn_with_some_feels, because_that's_how_I_like_it, Loss_of_Virginity
  Stats:
      Published: 2018-03-02 Words: 4964
****** someone like you ******
by myloveiamthespeedofsound
Summary
     Gladio and Prompto run into each other at the club and Prompto finds
     out a surprising tidbit of information about Gladio.
Notes
     So this art and discussion planted the seed of less experienced
     Gladio which then became... virgin Gladio. So here, have almost 5K
     words of self indulgent porn with feelings.
     Written and posted from my phone so apologies for any errors.
     Also mind the archive warning - Prompto is sixteen.
See the end of the work for more notes
 
Gladio wasn't even sure what he was doing in the club. It wasn't exactly his
scene - to which the Glaives who had dragged him to it pointed out that how did
he even know it was his scene if he'd never been. An hour and five shots later
he's still pretty sure it's not his scene. Shot six and he's handed a bottle of
beer with Nyx clapping him on the back good naturedly.
"You should go dance," the Glaive suggests and nods to where a mass of people
occupied the center of the club, all arms up in the air and bobbing heads.
Gladio shakes his head. "Suit yourself," Nyx says with a laugh and let's
himself get dragged out towards the floor by Crowe with a wink.
Gladio leans back against the counter and settles his eyes out over the club.
The shots are catching up and he can feel a certain haziness start to settle in
as he stares at the crowd, finding it oddly hypnotic. A haze that's broken as
he hears  gin and tonic  in a familiar voice beside him.
Gladio's gaze turns to the side and takes in the blond next to him at the bar.
Prompto.
"Oh hey, Big Guy," Prompto says and flashes a bright grin as he spots Gladio.
Like they're running into each other at the arcade, or Noctis' apartment and
not at some loud club where the bartender slides a glass across the bar top to
Prompto - who  doesn't have to pay for it apparently  Gladio can't help but
notice.
You're  sixteen , Gladio almost points out but stops himself before the words
get out. He takes a drink from his bottle and nods. "Hey."  Amber eyes rake
over the blond, the tight black pants with rips in the knees, the studded belt,
the t-shirt that was more than a bit short showing off the hip bones that poke
out of the top of his pants and frayed at the hem with some logo for a band
that Gladio vaguely recognized.
It's a far cry from the school uniform. Different than the kid he's used to
seeing trail after Noctis. More confident somehow, like he's in his element.
It's a good look for him Gladio decides.
"Noctis with you?" Gladio asks over the top of his beer bottle.
Prompto takes a drink, his eyes on Gladio as his lips wrap around the straw.
Gladio tries not to let his gaze linger on them, but somehow it's worse when he
lifts his eyes to Prompto’s. Impossibly blue in the club lighting, bright with
what Gladio assumed was a few of what was in his hand and then something  else.
Something he's come to realize in the time since Prompto had made himself a
permanent fixture in the prince's life that was just uniquely  Prompto .
Something warm and easily given. Something that brightened up whatever room he
happened to be in. Something that sparked in Gladio, made him feel drunker than
the six shots.
He absolutely did not have a thing he reminds himself.
Prompto shakes his head, shuffles in a little closer into Gladio's personal
space. "Nah, not really Noctis'... scene." A pause. "Plus I'm preeeeetty sure
you and Ignis would kill me if I took him here," he adds with a cheeky grin.
Gladio huffs a small laugh. "Fair enough." The answer doesn't surprise him
though. Of course he and Ignis had been concerned at first, this new person who
had blown into Noctis' life with all the subtlety of a hurricane. But it had
become quickly clear that Prompto's attentions had been pure.
Prompto downs the rest of his drink and grins brightly. And before Gladio knows
it Prompto has his fingers around his wrist and is tugging him away from the
counter. "Come on, let's dance!"
I don't dance  is left unsaid as Gladio finds himself being pulled into the
crowd, Prompto’s blond hair like a beacon in the darkness.
Gladio has no idea what he's doing. Hundreds of ways to take a man down? No
problem.  Whatever secret language of movement everyone in the crowd seemed to
be in on? Totally lost. He hears Prompto laugh, but there's nothing vindictive
about it, and then he feels hands on his hips, urging him to move. And suddenly
it's easy. Prompto moves against him, he moves back. It makes  sense .
"See? Not so bad, right?" Prompto says as he moves his hands from Gladio's hips
to loop around his neck.
Gladio smiles, lets his own hands roam freely until his fingers curl around
Prompto's hip bones - dusting against the bare skin between the jeans and the
shirt. It's less dancing and more just… swaying in time to a beat and he
figures he's got that down. "Not so bad," he agrees and Prompto grins  that
grin again.
Okay… maybe he had a  little  bit of a thing.
Gladio can feel the others on the dance floor as they bump into each other in
the small space.  But he barely notices, his gaze locked on the lithe blond
dancing against him. The space between them becoming non existent as Prompto
grinds against him, trails his hands down Gladio's neck and shoulders, along
biceps and then back up again. Prompto slots a leg between Gladio's and looks
up at him from under dark eyelashes.
Gladio doesn't  do  this. This half dance half grind on the dance floor. He
doesn't do sixteen year olds running their hands all over his body as they look
up at him with eyes dark with gin and lust. He doesn't cup the firm asses of
sixteen year olds on the dance floor and he sure as hell doesn't give them a
squeeze at the encouraging moan. He doesn't use that to pull them in closer,
grind down on that leg they jammed shamelessly between his own. He doesn't get
half fucking hard in the process.
And he sure as hell doesn't make out on the dance floor like he was someone who
wasn't  Shield to the Crown Prince.
Except right then... he  does.
Prompto’s mouth is like fire against his. Insistent and commanding. Gladio
brings a hand up, cups the back of Prompto's head as they kiss. And he's sure
it looks as lewd as it feels, nothing chaste about it. All open mouths and
tongues darting in to explore, to taste. And Gladio's head is spinning. All to
do with Prompto and not the alcohol running through his blood.
"Wanna get out of here?" Prompto asks as they break apart - Gladio almost
misses the question, distracted by the sheen on Prompto's lips.
"Yeah -" a pause. "Uh shit, wait -" he groans a little and frowns. "My dad's at
home, Iris too." He realizes too late he really should have moved out by now.
But then it's never really mattered until now.
Prompto grins. "No worries, Big Guy," he starts, "we can go to my place, no
ones home."
And it's said so casually that it's not until much later that Gladio realizes
that isn't right.
Prompto’s hand is warm in his as he leads them out of the club. And before
Gladio can even really wrap his mind around what's actually  happening,
they're in the backseat of a cab. Prompto's rattled off an address and then
suddenly Gladio's lap is occupied. Those lips are on his again and any coherent
thought is lost to the wayside.
Fingers glide over his undercut and he can't help the soft moan into Prompto's
mouth at the feel. Another as those fingers reach the longer hair on top and
tug.
"You like that?" Prompto asks, a teasing glint in his eye. Like it wasn't
obvious with the moan, the buck of his hips up.
"Yeah… yeah I like that," Gladio answers nonetheless, surprising even himself
with the roughness of his voice.  He slips a hand behind Prompto's neck and
drags him back down to kiss. His other hand moving up Prompto's thigh, along
the crease where it met hip. And he smirks against Prompto's lips as the move
earns him a shudder from the lithe body on his lap.
Prompto’s hips roll forward and if Gladio had been half hard in the club he was
all the way there now. His hands slipped under the hem of Prompto’s shirt,
feeling the warmth of the skin underneath. He can feel every node of Prompto’s
spine, the dips of ribs -  too skinny  he can't help but think with a twinge of
worry. Can't help but think maybe he should get Prompto to come with Noctis
some days, put some muscle on that frame, teach him how to throw a punch in
case he'd ever have to…

But the thoughts are lost as Prompto grinds down against him and Gladio groans
at the feel, the friction against his achingly hard dick, the way he can feel
Prompto just as hard through the skin tight jeans. "Shit.. Prom…" he mutters
out as he drags his mouth along the column of Prompto's neck.  It feels good  -
so fucking good - and his head is absolutely spinning in the best possible way.
Every inch of his body hyper aware of the blond grinding against his lap, of
the fingers in his hair, the ones that ventured down his side.

Idly he wonders if Prompto can  tell  - if it's obvious that he's never really
done this  before. That this is so far past the sloppy kiss here and there over
the years, that he's never gotten this far, this heated. That his whole life
has been so wrapped up in his duty and his calling, in his place in the larger
scheme of things that everything else just… didn't  matter . Didn't happen.
That he was nineteen and only ever kissed two other people in his life.

Prompto stills as the cab starts to slow, grins as they pull apart and reaches
into his pockets - how the hell  those  pants had pockets was beyond Gladio -
to pull out some bills. Gladio puts a hand on Prompto's arm, stopping him from
handing it over and digs out his card instead to hand to the driver. Tips very
well, both for having to put up with the show and hoping to buy a bit of
discretion should the driver have recognized who he was.

They stumble into the house, kicking off shoes at the door and Prompto's hands
are all over him as they kiss in the foyer messily. Gladio moves his hands to
cup Prompto's ass and lifts him up, the blond quickly wrapping his legs around
Gladio's midsection.  Gladio presses him up against the wall, earning a moan as
they part briefly. "Where to?" Gladio asks.

"My room's the first one down the hall," Prompto directs and he laughs as
Gladio  carries  him there. "Show off," he teases as they make their way.

 Gladio just grins. "Hey, you got it, flaunt it," he replies, faking a
confidence he didn't really have at the moment.
Prompto's hands eagerly tug at the hem of Gladio's tank top when he's set down
in his room, pulling at the garment with impatience and Gladio helps him take
it off. He watches as Prompto's eyes - still so bright - roam over his chest
with open admiration, lower lip between his teeth. And okay, that's more than a
little hot. And okay, that more than a little stokes all those lingering
thoughts he's had about Prompto since they met.

"You're so fucking hot," Prompto whines out and Gladio can't help but laugh a
little at the tone.

"Yeah, you're not too bad yourself," he points out. Prompto doesn't say
anything - and Gladio wants to push it but before he can Prompto's mouth is hot
against his pec, pressing open kisses across the muscle, over the lines of the
in progress tattoo. Then wrapping around a nipple and Gladio can't help the
moan at the sensation, another as Prompto's tongue flicks the sensitive nub.

Prompto works his way down, tailing his mouth over muscle and skin, and falls
to his knees. Those eyes - those  fucking eyes  - look up and Gladio's pretty
sure he could have come right there from that look alone. As it is he's
thankful for the closed door behind him, the only thing probably keeping him
upright.

Prompto makes quick work of his belt and fly and before Gladio can even really
catch up to what is happening - his pants are pooling around his ankles and
Prompto's mouth is torturously close to the very prominent bulge in his boxer
briefs. But it's that which sobers him up a little. "Prompto - wait - " he
starts breathlessly. "Are you, you sure?" he asks.

"Yeah, fuck yeah," Prompto breathes out as he all but nuzzles into Gladio's
crotch, getting a whimper from the man above him.

"You've - you've been drinking," Gladio points out, hands flexing against the
door as he tries to keep his mind straight with Prompto's ministrations. And
it's not that he wants to back down it's just - suddenly so very  real  what is
happening and he can't help the spiral of concerns. It was  Prompto . Noctis'
friend. Noctis'  sixteen year old friend  and the last thing Gladio wanted was
to take advantage. "We don't have to - we can stop," he continues. "Have you
ever done this before?" he rattles out after.

Prompto leans back on his heels and looks up at Gladio. "I've been drinking but
I'm not drunk," he address the first. "And yeah, course I have," he says as he
leans forward again to start pressing the lightest of kisses against the
waistband of Gladio's boxer briefs. "Haven't you?"

Gladio stills above him at the question - he doesn't really  mean  to, it just
happens.

Prompto leans back again, eyes going wide as Gladio can  see  the pieces
clicking into place. "Oh -" a soft sort of noise, and then quickly his lips
curl into a mischievous grin. "Never?" he asks, brow raised.

Gladio shakes his head.

"But you're…  you  -" Prompto replies, nose wrinkling in confusion. "You're
like the hottest guy ever -"

Gladio shrugs, rubs a hand sheepishly across the back of his neck. "Just - I
dunno - never really found the time I guess," he answers. He knows the Glaives
and the other Crownsguard members fuck around with each other, with random pick
ups from the bars and clubs but it'd just - never felt like an option. He
wasn't just some Glaive or some Guard, he had a different sort of reputation to
uphold, a different sort of all consuming duty laid at his feet. And it wasn't
like he had decided to  wait  necessarily, just that life was busy and before
he knew was nineteen and never been touched outside his own damn hand.

Prompto nods, understanding on his face. And a complete lack of judgement for
which Gladio was relieved. "Do you -" Prompto pauses, wiggles a little where he
sits back on his heels, "Do you want to?" he asks.

Prompto's expression is so open as Gladio looks down at him and it's so easy to
see every flicker of thought and emotion, so easy to know all he'd have to do
is say so and they'd back off and it would be  fine  - that Prompto would never
think less of him for it. That this would only go as far as he wanted. And
while Gladio never had any grand notion of who he might take this step with,
how he would get there. The circumstances around it and all that it entailed he
suddenly realizes there would never be a better time, a better circumstance. A
better  person  than the one on his knees in front of him.

It was maybe a silly, cheesy notion - like something out of the trashy books he
liked.

"Yeah - I wanna -" Gladio answers, letting a hand card through Prompto's hair,
pushing it off his forehead. "Fuck, Prompto I want to," he adds, fingers
curling tighter in those blond locks as Prompto took the words as an invitation
to drag his hand up the inside of Gladio's thigh.

"I'm gonna take such good care of you," Prompto murmurs as he leans forward
again, mouthing at Gladio's dick in his boxer briefs.

Gladio hisses a sharp breath at the first feel of Prompto's mouth - even with
the cloth still between them. A whimper as Prompto repeats the motion.
"Prompto…" he all but whines out, Prompto's hand sneaking up his leg to fondle
his balls and Gladio's not sure how he's even going to last when it feels this
good and his fucking underwear isn't even off.

 Fingers tug at the waist of the boxer briefs, deftly pulling them down his
hips and he steps out of them to let them join the pile of clothes at his feet.
Prompto licks a line up the underside of his cock and Gladio moans in
encouragement. There's a teasing swirl of Prompto's tongue over his slit and
then suddenly he's enveloped in the warmth of Prompto's mouth. And it feels
incredible .
"Prom - fuck - that feels so fucking good -" he manages to get out and forces
himself to keep from letting his head fall back, he wants to see, wants to
watch. Wants to enjoy the image in front of him, those lips stretched wide
around his cock, taking it all in as Prompto fucking  stares up at him  as he
starts to bob his head back and forth.

It was hotter than any porn he'd ever watched in his life.

Prompto's cheeks hollow and Gladio groans at the sudden suction. It's hotter
and tighter than his hand ever could have been and he's about to absolutely
lose his mind. His fingers in Prompto's hair flex and tug, and Prompto comes
off of him with a  pop , smiles encouragingly. "You won't break me, Gladio," he
says, voice rough. "I like it."

And that's really all Gladio needs to tighten his grip, to  move  Prompto's
head up and down as Prompto sucks him down. Gladio can feel him swallow around
the tip of his cock and he groans lowly. "Prompto…" he whimpers out, legs
shaking as he gets closer and closer. "I'm close, so fucking close," he warns
as Prompto keeps working his cock, taking him all the way in, his nose brushing
against the coarse hairs as the base. And Gladio knows it's  supposed  to feel
good, having someone go down on you. He's seen enough porn, heard enough locker
talk. But he can't help but think this is beyond just  good , that this was
fucking  amazing  and he's probably going to be ruined for the next person
really.

Prompto reaches a hand behind his head, curls over Gladio's as Gladio starts to
loosen his grip and holds their hands there. His eyes meet Gladio's, seem to
say  don't you dare pull back  and that's all it takes for Gladio to come,
spurting down Prompto's willing throat with a low moan as the world goes white.


Prompto's hand has replaced his mouth as Gladio starts to come back to his
senses, and he knows he's never come that hard. Ever. His breath in ragged
gasps as he looks down at Prompto, the most endearing expression of pride on
the blonds' face. Gladio grins a little, which turns to a breathless laugh as
he lets his head fall back against the wall. "Shit, too much," he gets out as
the hand gently stroking him starts to go from good to overstimulation and
Prompto's motions halt. "Fuck, Prom, that was incredible," he gets out and
lifts his head again to look down at Prompto, a flush over the other's cheek
making those damn freckles pop out even more.

Prompto laughs softly in return, presses his lips to the inside of Gladio's
thigh and scrambles up to his feet. "Yeah?" he asks, looping his arms around
Gladio's waist.

Gladio ducks his head down, drops a few kisses against Prompto's neck and nods.
"Yeah." He kisses up Prompto's neck, along his jaw and the finds Prompto's
mouth with his own. There's a bit of a taste in Prompto's mouth - salty - that
he realizes is the aftertaste of his own release and damn if that wasn't hot.
His arms wrap around Prompto and he pulls the other in flush against him.
"You're wearing too many damn clothes," he mutters against Prompto's lips as
they break apart.

Prompto grins. "Well maybe you should fix that, Big Guy," he says cheekily and
Gladio laughs at the words.

Gladio's fingers wrap around the hem of Prompto's shirt and tug it up and off
of the slender blond. And he takes a moment to let the pads of his fingers
trace the line of freckles, the ones he's always wondered how far they go and
Prompto's breath hitches a little at the touch. His hands move down, thumb
brushes over a dusty nipple, appreciating the way it hardens and rises under
the touch.

His hands drag down Prompto's sides, watching as goosebumps form in the wake
and then he slides them to work at the belt around Prompto's hips. Which is
kind of awkward he realizes, trying to get a belt off someone else, but he
undoes the buckle and leans his head down to kiss Prompto as his fingers work
at the fly of the jeans. Which proves more awkward, and more difficult because
the pants are so fucking  tight . They break apart after a good minute of
Gladio's awkward fumbling, both laughing at the predicament.

 "Uh, sorry, they're kind of a pain," Prompto says and takes a step back to
wrestle his jeans, tugging them down and hopping and skipping a bit to get them
off from around his ankles. It's kind of adorable Gladio can't help but think,
the flustered blush from Prompto as he does so, the hop skip, the triumphant
grin when he's finally standing there nude.
Gladio arches a brow as he realizes something. "No underwear?" he asks with a
teasing tone.
Prompto chuckles. "Yeah, well… pants were too tight," he excuses with a shrug
and steps back into Gladio's space to tug at his wrist.

Gladio is more than willing to be tugged toward the bed, turned so the backs of
his legs are against the mattress and he sinks down to sit on the edge as
Prompto pushes on his shoulders. Prompto grins as he steps a leg on either side
of Gladio's lap, and even still Prompto barely has to lean down to capture
Gladio's lips.

 Prompto settles himself onto Gladio's lap and moans into the kiss as his cock
- rock hard and leaking at the tip - brushes against Gladio's abs. "Have I
mentioned you're so fucking hot?" he asks rhetorically as he pulls back a
little to roll his hips forward, watching with dark eyes as his dick moves
against the taut muscles of Gladio's stomach. Gladio's breath hitches at the
sensation, and he  just  came but he can already feel his cock twitching at the
feel of it, at the  visual  of it.
"Damn," Gladio breathes out, palms splaying across Prompto's back.

Prompto leans forward, licks at Gladio's lip before kissing him, all open
mouthed and filthy as he keeps rubbing his cock up against Gladio's abs. He
manages to slip a hand between them, fingers curling around Gladio's cock and
stroking a few times to get him fully hard again. "You trying to kill me,"
Gladio asks with a teasing tone as he breaks from the kiss to groan.

"I told you I'd take care of you, didn't I?" Prompto retorts. With Gladio's
dick hard again in his hand he shuffles a little, leans to the side to open his
nightstand drawer and pulls out a thing of lube. Gladio watches as Prompto
flips open the lid and squirts some into his palm. He hooks a leg around
Gladio's back and reaches between them, taking both of their cocks in hand.

"Fuuuuuck," Gladio exhales out as Prompto moves, slowly, sliding his dick
against Gladio's in the grip of his hand.
"Feels good - right, Gladio?" Prompto asks as he watches Gladio's mouth fall
open at the next drag.
"You know it does," Gladio replies, a hand still around Prompto's back to keep
him from falling backwards, his other moving behind him and onto the mattress
to steady them.
Prompto grins and starts to move in earnest. Hips snapping up and thrusting his
cock against Gladio's as his head falls back. Gladio's touched himself before,
he's jacked off more times than he could even count and while this really
wasn't that much different he can't help but think - hand around his dick. It
feels  so much different. Prompto's fingers deft and slender, the drag of
Prompto's cock against his, the way it's just so much  more . So many more
sensations - the feel of Prompto's skin under his hand, the way Prompto moans
as he moves, the way the heads of their cocks brush against each other, the
shudder Prompto gives as they do.

Gladio watches as Prompto moves, the lines of his body, the flush that creeps
down his chest as he gets himself off. He ducks his head, peppers kisses
anywhere his lips can meet - over freckles and flush, flicks at a nipple with
his tongue, sucks a mark into his collarbone.

 Gladio's hips buck up to meet Prompto's thrusts and he uses that hand around
Prompto's back to pull him in closer. Their lips meet - not really a  kiss  but
just contact as the thrust together, as they both get closer and closer to that
edge.
Prompto comes first, hot spurts between them, painting his hand and their
stomachs and Gladio moans at the way he can feel Prompto's dick twitch against
his own, the fucking  intimacy  of that and he's not far behind. But he's
careful to keep a good grip on Prompto - boneless in his embrace - certain to
keep him from falling backwards and tugging him forward instead.
Prompto collapses against Gladio, his grip on their cocks loosening as they
shake and shudder together, as their breaths come in ragged hitches and little
moans. "Shit…" Prompto breathes out after a long moment with a soft laugh,
lifts his head off Gladio's shoulder and reaches his clean hand to rake his
fingers lightly over Gladio's undercut. Gladio hums at the motion, trails his
fingers down Prompto's spine.
Their release between them feels tacky as it dries but Gladio still makes a
soft noise of protest as Prompto starts to get up. "Be right back," he assure
Gladio and heads out the room to the bathroom down the hall. Gladio can hear
the sound of water running and then Prompto returns with a wet wash cloth, his
own stomach still a bit wet from washing himself in the bathroom.
Gladio takes the offered cloth and wipes at the drying mess on his stomach,
Prompto takes it back and tosses it into the hamper.
There's an awkwardness that starts to settle in and Gladio's fingers flex
against the edge of the mattress, not quite sure what to do now. Not quite sure
what the protocol was in these kinds of situations.
"I - I can call you a cab?" Prompto offers and averts his gaze when Gladio
looks up at him. "Or you can stay, I mean you don't have to stay it's cool if
you wanna take off -"
Gladio interrupts the ramble by curling his fingers around Prompto's wrist. He
smiles when Prompto looks back up at over at him. "I want to stay," he says and
tugs on Prompto's arm.
Prompto grins brightly - and Gladio can feel a warmth spread through him at the
sight - and moves to the bed and they shuffle to scoot under the covers. It's
cramped but Gladio doesn't mind, lets his fingers trail a line up and down
Prompto's back. It's nice. Too nice maybe. Prompto laying half on top of him,
bare skin against bare skin. Gladio smiles to himself.
"Man… I can't believe I took your virginity," Prompto says after a while,
breaking the easy silence and laughs.
Gladio groans. "Ugh I hate that word," he says but laughs a little despite
himself.
"What? Virginity?" Prompto laughs again. "Hey if it's any consolation I don't
think anyone ever looked at you and though virgin," he lifts his hands to make
air quotes at the word virgin.
Gladio presses his hand to his face with another groan. "You're the worst."
Prompto turns his head and kisses Gladio's chest. "That's not what you were
saying earlier," he points out with a cheeky grin as he rests his chin on
Gladio's chest.
Gladio smirks. "If I'd known you'd be this smug about it…"
"Hey come on now, it's not everyday you get to take the virginity of the guy
you've been secretly crushing on for ages," Prompto points out, a shy smile on
his face.
Gladio pauses, let's the words sink in and smiles softly as he reaches to trail
his fingers across the dusting of freckles on Prompto's cheekbone. "Really?"
Prompto turns into the touch. "Yeah, really."
Gladio's hand shifts to cup Prompto's cheek and his thumb rubs softly against
his skin. "Me too," he says. "I - I mean I like you too." Gladio smiles as the
words earn him a bright grin from Prompto. "Can I take you out tomorrow?
Breakfast maybe?"
Prompto shifts, moves over Gladio more and leans down to kiss him slowly, hands
moving to thread in the longer hair above his undercut. "I'd like that," he
says as he pulls back. Grins with a certain glint in his eyes. "But now about
we make it brunch," he says, a suggestive tone to the words as he leans in to
kiss Gladio again.
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