[Prompto is so noisy, beautiful cries of want escaping him that Gladio wants to hear forever, for him. It's not just for him, but for Noctis as well. While Alphas' arent known for sharing, this is one way he can make an exception.

Gladio goes through Prompto's aide drawer, pulling out a found vial of lubricant for his personal use, and passes it off to Noctis.]

Don't be too slow, Noct. We'll have time for that later. Right now we've gotta be good to him, very good, and we will, Prompto.

[Gladio's deep voice is meant to soothe, as he takes up a spot at the head of the bed. A large man like him trying to fit with two other people takes up space, so he reaches to the blond between Noctis and himself and pulls him up a little, settling Prompto's back and shoulders low against his stomach.]

Soon, Prompto. Soon...