Everything that had happened to Prompto... really, in some ways, his friends had let him down. So much had been happening after that, then to lose Noct had come down like a blow to the three left behind in the world as the night became longer and longer until the very last day the sun had risen at all, then nothing. He and Ignis should have talked to Prompto about what had happened with Prompto during the time between the train and finding him bleeding and strung up on that metal cross as bait. How angry Gladio could remember being at seeing Prompto there, how wrong it had been, and yet he hadn't-

Thoughts for another time. Any other time when his cock wasn't down Prompto's all-too-willing throat and the blond's tongue wasn't proving it could be so clever and Gladio could concentrate on deeper thoughts beyond how he would make it up to Prompto later.

Instead, for now, he watched Prompto for any signs that it was too much and needed to stop, working his hips as a hand shifted from where it held, sliding along the side of Prompto's throat and holding there with his thumb feeling every little swallow. The other hand braced against the shower wall, letting him move more easily. "Shit," he breathed out. "Never would have guessed you were this good. Look how far you've got me already."

He pushed his cock in and paused there, hand quickly leaving the shower and circling his cock where Prompto's lips were, thumb sneaking across the soft lips, before pulling back. "All of that, already."