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( what is he doing? he's getting carried away. right? they both are. gladio looks at the picture again, then the texts following. everything in his life has been so straight forward. black and white. he's had direction and a purpose. now things are so turned upside down. he can't help but wonder, honestly, if they were still back in eos if this ever would have happened. would it have? they've spent so much time together, close. is it just something inevitable? the further he goes down this spiral, the more it annoys the hell out of him that he can't answer anything. he should keep his distance and stop all this.

YET. )

not busy. could be, if you wanted.

i'm not doing anything if you're not

[ And it's bad. It's so, so bad. Even Prompto knows they should probably stop this and figure things out, whatever it is they're going to do and stick with that, but... this is the first time he's ever felt really in control of what he's wanted and what might be happening. It's okay to want things like this, he knows, and if they keep going like this, where are they going to quit? Where are the lines? He's going to get obsessed with it if Gladio doesn't tell him no once in a while (or the other way around), but they're both adults, aren't they? They can make this choice for themselves.

So, rather than saying anything else, he just sends him another nude—tasteful, head tipped back like he's really enjoying himself when all he's doing is thinking about Gladio coming back to the room to find him naked. ]

( it takes every ounce of his control to not fire back with something stupid like i'll be doing you but. he's not going to. that's too stupid. even for him. especially right now. he types it, but erases it. he's already pushing so many boundaries and barriers and lines. he should just try and play it cooler now. he's already getting what he wants. or, what he thinks he wants.

and, fuck. yeah. he looks at that pic, and knows this is definitely what he wants. he shouldn't. and he knows he shouldn't. but, that's not stopping him from heading toward their room. )

on the way back. don't move.

can't promise i won't move a little
but i'll really try not to

[ And he breaks that promise as soon as he sends the text because there is definitely some tidying up he needs to do—shove his clothes under the bed, straighten the sheets, fluff the pillows. It's only halfway through that he can't figure out exactly why he's doing it; it's not as if they haven't basically lived with each other before this. Gladio knows a lot of his habits, and they've already... well, fucked before. Are they going to do that now? He still has stuff he's been collecting in a drawer, and he isn't sure if it'd be presumptuous to get the things they'd need and put them next to his bed? Maybe?

Eventually, he does it anyway and then crawls back onto the mattress, spread out and staring at the ceiling as he waits for Gladio to get there. Then, he gets another idea: ]

do you think we should put the sign on the door???

( oh. the sign on the door. it stands to very logical reasonings that yes they should. it's not like they want noct walking in on them. but, it's not like their bedroom doors don't have a lock on them. they might not even be fucking anyway. gladio's a little more interested in just getting his mouth on prompto right now.

what was he thinking about? oh, right. the sign and noct. if he thinks too much about one of those, he feels a little guilty. the more they do stuff like this, the more that guilt kind of worms its way in. definitely going to deal with that later, not now. )

don't worry about it.

( because gladio's back now and he ducks inside, finds the sign and sticks it to the door. he stalks across the common area to prompto's room and heads inside, the door is closed and locked behind him. he looks at prompto, looking him over from head to toe and back again. hard to feel guilty with all this in front of him. )

Hey.

( he comes over, braces one knee on the bed and leans down to give prompto a kiss. belated from the one positive thing. positive reinforcement or whatever. he grins and drags his fingers over prompto's side. )

Wanna let me blow you?

( ROMANTIC!!! )

[ Waiting feels like forever, but it's not actually that long before Gladio comes into his room, a whirlwind all on his own. Prompto wants to say it's super hot the way he takes charge, how everyone would immediately turn to look at him, but he bites his tongue, pushing up onto his elbows so he can press into the soft kiss instead. Then, he's falling back into the bed and turning the brightest shade of pink. If he was ever that straightforward, he doesn't know what he'd do. ]

You mean, like, your mouth on my —

[ He pauses, swallows. Yeah, there's no way to hide that the thought of that doesn't turn him on, shifting just a little as if trying to calm himself down. It's not working, and the longer he stares at Gladio, the more difficult it is to really see what's wrong with this scenario. Nothing? Just a friendly, uh, blowjob between friends. Right? Prompto knows that's not true, but it's the only thing he can convince himself to think right now, nodding his head and feeling his entire body numb with the desire to drag Gladio down and kiss him. ] Kiss me first. [ His breath is shallow. ] Please.

[ A little begging never hurts, and his hand cups the back of Gladio's neck, tugging him closer as he sinks down into the mattress. ]

( no, it's not true. but, what else is there? the other side of a 'friendly blowjob between friends' is something much scarier and way more to deal with than this. this isn't thinking. this is just doing. granted, it's just delaying the inevitable consequences, but it's still not enough to make gladio hit the breaks. there's got to be something wrong with him. reflection of self has never really gone that well for gladio, so he's kind of putting that off right now.

one side of his mouth ticks up in a smirk. cocky. but, he is. that's not anything new. he shifts to position himself better over prompto as he leans down to kiss him. this is something he never should've done. kissing prompto has become this thing. this nameless thing that he likes more than he should. gladio can't quite pinpoint what it is about it that he likes. but, that's just one of the many things he's not thinking about. (which means he spends a lot of time thinking about things.)

when he breaks away to breathe, he doesn't really move his mouth from prompto at all. he presses a string of kisses down his chin to under it and on down his throat to prompto's chest. he tilts his head upward enough to nuzzle his nose along the underside of the other's jaw. )

You okay with this? Could just lay here and make out for a while instead. No big deal.

( lol except for it being a very big deal either way. )

[ There's a soft sound in the back of his throat, and all he does is surrender to the pressure of Gladio's mouth.

It's not like he can really do much else, letting his hands slide over his shoulders and around so his fingers can push into his hair. Even if he hadn't admitted it before, he's pretty sure he would do it now. He likes kissing. He loves it, really, and there's something about the slight roughness that comes from Gladio's kisses that excites him, steals his breath and makes his heart beat faster. So, Prompto doesn't give either of them much time to think about all the ways this is bad and probably terrible for the group as a whole, curling his leg around Gladio's hip and rubbing himself against him. Being naked while the other man is not is definitely a weird sensation, but it's a good kind of weird. ]

Yeah, I'm good. Just wanted to kiss you first. [ Because that's something he says to him every day. Yeah, okay. ] Have you ever done it before?

[ It's a dumb question as soon as it's out of his mouth, but he tries not to overthink it. These are the types of things they just don't speak about. He doesn't ask about Gladio's sexual history, and since there's not really much to tell about his, it kind of keeps them on equal footing. Of course, Prompto knows enough because of the internet; he's not stupid. But it's an entirely different thing to have practical application experience. ]

I mean – [ a bit to his lip ] – never mind. We don't have to talk about that. I'm cool with whatever you wanna try.

( past flings and relationships really aren't things they talk about. there's been plenty of implications over the years about gladio, and with how flirtatious he can be, he's never done anything to discourage whatever it is people might think. yeah, he has experience under his belt. he's healthy and curious enough to have certain wants sated. but, he's also not the type to take his pleasures from any warm body offered up to him. and, it's not only because it's been drilled into his head that he has to be a Perfect Representative of the Crown.

for gladio, there has to be some sort of something there. a connection. a spark. something to make him want to cross the line. he could lie and say he hasn't done it before. might make things easier, let prompto think they're on a similar page. gladio's experience with guys isn't as vast and all knowing as it might appear. he's made mistakes. and, he'll probably keep making mistakes. besides, it's not like everyone's the same, anyway. what worked with someone, won't work with someone else. any woman could tell you that. which...they have.

gladio just hums in a non-committal kind of way. not confirming or denying. gladio hasn't done this enough to develop any sort of technique, but he knows the basics. honestly, he hasn't done this enough to decide if he even likes doing it or not. plus side here is that prompto has nothing to compare it to. that's at least a 10% boost to confidence right there. he resumes kissing a path down prompto's body. he never lingers in one spot too long. his hand wraps loosely around prompto's cock and he pulls his hand slow. his gaze flicks up to prompto's face, one brow cocked. )

If you're not into it, just tell me to knock it off.

( warning said, gladio licks his lips to wet them first before dipping down to take prompto into his mouth. his tongue moves over and around to slick the skin and...to just get the taste of him, honestly. might as well get used to it as quickly as possible if prompto's going to let him do this. )

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