#trueking

“S’been a while.” Gladiolus isn’t one for being overly sentimental—but ten years is a long fucking time. “You look good, Noct.” A hand reaches up and gently touches Noctis’ jawline. He’s never been one for physical affection either, but ten years was almost too much for the man to take. “The scruff suits you.” Hand drops back to his side. It’s weird, seeing his childhood friend all grown up. Then again, hadn’t they all grown up in the past ten years? He pauses, looks a bit hesitant.

‘ heyyy, noct !! ’

the blonde grins  ,  playfully smacking noctis’ ass yet  again  as he comes up behind the prince  ,  turning to face him with a grin.

“Noctis, we could get caught!” Their giggle betrays their admonishments as they wrap their arms around the prince. “What would you do if it got out that we were an item? You’re supposed to marry Lunafreya.” Noctis silences them with a kiss. Perhaps Noctis doesn’t want to be reminded of duty today. Granted, this isn’t Noctis’ brightest idea, but they’re horny and Noctis is handsome—also, they probably only share a single brain cell between the two of them.

When Noctis unzips their pants they let out a soft whine. Noctis hushes them, reminds them that if they’re loud they’ll definitely get caught. Dove buries their face into Noctis’ shoulder when the smaller man straddles them. It doesn’t take much to get Dove hard. The sheer excitement of the possibility of getting caught is enough to make warmth pool in their stomach.