There was that brief moment when Gladio's eyes went wide at Prompto's choice reaction to his words. That pleading, needing, challenging look in his eyes that spoke volumes and curled heat deep in his cut. His thumb briefly pressed in, his breath shuddering in his throat. He would never forget the look of Prompto on his knees, begging to have his throat fucked.

Gladio shifted his hands and gently cupped Prompto's skull, his thumbs brushing Prompto's temple, his cheek, before smirking. "Want you to take me nice and deep." Before he gave the first, lazy roll of his hips, pushing in nice and deep to see just how far Prompto would be able to take him. "Just relax your throat, let me take you just like you did last night."