( back when the castle of lions was still functioning, they'd have these little events there. political meetings, there to talk treaties and convince nearby leaders to join the voltron coalition. keith never really cared for them, finding most interactions with idiots in charge to be both boring and annoying, but now they have a change of venue and company, and it's admittedly just a little bit better. finalizing the bond with eos has been a swift advancement - regis is a noble leader, surprisingly agreeable to talks of peace, and the meeting is really just a formality at this point to further establish their bond. the paladins listen to stories about the history and culture of eos, and allura tells him all about altea, when it was still around and alive. altogether, it's a pretty nice interaction, more personable than the ones he's used to. and keith, the leader of voltron, is.
well, he's bored, to be honest. luckily, fate put noctis' chair directly across from his, so.
in the middle of the meeting somewhere, the tip of his boot sneaks up noctis' calf inquiringly, although he really doesn't ask permission as he nudges noctis' knee to the side, pointedly parting his legs. he carries on whatever talk he's currently having with noctis' father about the missions he's been on, the places he's seen. everyone is none the wiser to the sole of his boot pressing firmly down on noctis' groin, heel just resting against his balls as he turns his ankle in gentle circles, working his cock as subtly as he can, while still having an end goal of getting him hard. if he's lucky, getting him off, though - he guesses that might be sort of a stretch.
hunk prepared a snack from some far off planet for them to enjoy, because food has always been the bridge between cultures, and is usually a strong selling point for union. it's something like ice cream, but flavored more like aloe and mint - keith takes a bite and hums around it, nodding to noctis. )
Prince Noctis, do you like it?
( he hasn't even tried it, and keith is pretty sure he knows why. )
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well, he's bored, to be honest. luckily, fate put noctis' chair directly across from his, so.
in the middle of the meeting somewhere, the tip of his boot sneaks up noctis' calf inquiringly, although he really doesn't ask permission as he nudges noctis' knee to the side, pointedly parting his legs. he carries on whatever talk he's currently having with noctis' father about the missions he's been on, the places he's seen. everyone is none the wiser to the sole of his boot pressing firmly down on noctis' groin, heel just resting against his balls as he turns his ankle in gentle circles, working his cock as subtly as he can, while still having an end goal of getting him hard. if he's lucky, getting him off, though - he guesses that might be sort of a stretch.
hunk prepared a snack from some far off planet for them to enjoy, because food has always been the bridge between cultures, and is usually a strong selling point for union. it's something like ice cream, but flavored more like aloe and mint - keith takes a bite and hums around it, nodding to noctis. )
Prince Noctis, do you like it?
( he hasn't even tried it, and keith is pretty sure he knows why. )
It's a delicacy from Joyeium.