[Gladio is reluctant to leave the other two, but he can't exactly relax and do his duty to Prompto if they aren't safe. Considering his strength and how hard he had gone at the door. Gladio had nearly broken it off its hinges. He takes a few frustrating minutes to fine a setup that works, moving a bookshelf in front of the door while tucking away a thought to take care of this later, before heading back to his two Omegas.
(His? Well, yes. Noctis has alwayd been, or rather he has always been chosen for the Prince. Prompto, on the other hand...)
Gladio sheds his shirt and toes off his boots as he makes it back, coming closer. He knows Noctis will do a good job for him as he always does, and Gladio woulf lothe to hurt their friend even if it was just the rush of heat.]
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(His? Well, yes. Noctis has alwayd been, or rather he has always been chosen for the Prince. Prompto, on the other hand...)
Gladio sheds his shirt and toes off his boots as he makes it back, coming closer. He knows Noctis will do a good job for him as he always does, and Gladio woulf lothe to hurt their friend even if it was just the rush of heat.]
We won't make you wait too long, Prompto.