[ Gladio's arm wraps itself around Prompto and he can hear the low growl that he's all too familiar with. He knows he should say something. He knows that he should probably stop this. They were bonded... Gladio is his, and Prompto is his best friend. If he let this happen, then what would that mean?
The prince presses himself closer to the other omega. He smells different. It's a scent that Noctis is familiar with it, but at the same time there's something distinctly different about it that he can't describe. Either way, it has him practically burying his face into Prompto's neck.
He's only pulled away when he hears his name. Right. He had to stop getting distracted. He looks over to his shield with dark eyes. ]
I... [Was this really okay? Was this the right thing to do? He wanted this, Gladio might want this, but did Prompto? Was this just his biology or...] If Prompto's okay with it, then I am.
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The prince presses himself closer to the other omega. He smells different. It's a scent that Noctis is familiar with it, but at the same time there's something distinctly different about it that he can't describe. Either way, it has him practically burying his face into Prompto's neck.
He's only pulled away when he hears his name. Right. He had to stop getting distracted. He looks over to his shield with dark eyes. ]
I... [Was this really okay? Was this the right thing to do? He wanted this, Gladio might want this, but did Prompto? Was this just his biology or...] If Prompto's okay with it, then I am.