actually, screw that, noctis isn't listening. he might be pretending to, but that particular trait is borne from years of exquisite and thoughtful honing of the skill of faking attentiveness while people drone on and on. he gets the important gist of it, of course, enough to make meaningful input where there's a chance for him to, but consider him checked out and all blood going right where keith has a foot against his balls and is using that boot to get him at attention.
his cock is straining so painfully against his fitted trousers, and he swears he's probably flushed because clarus had once asked if he was fine, and noctis couldn't be more mortified. he'd managed to focus, just a little, until the hyperawareness of that damnable boot up in his family jewels just makes him shudder, just a little. noctis doesn't even look at him, doesn't care that he's so fucking sexy right across the table, with that handsome face and that scar and the filthy things he's doing to him in front of everyone here --
-- fuck that, that's all he's thinking about.
it's hot, is what it is, and noctis barely registers the aloe and mint and how he pretty much hates both those things (but he has to eat them anyway, and so he does). he swallows hard, and the council assumes that it's noctis' ingrained hatred of all things not meat that's at work, and not the sheer fact that he has a raging hard on for the leader of the paladins sitting across from him.
that, too, is so fucking hot he hates every moment of it. but then keith, damn keith, his boy, his lover, the man responsible for noctis' mounting arousal and resulting sexual frustration, is maddeningly neutral, and out of some sheer spiteful sense of vengeance -- listen, when all the blood goes to your cock it's hard to be rational -- he simply bites into the delicacy like it's personally done him wrong. ]
It's delicious.
[ he hates that he sound more hoarse and rough than he likes. actually, he can barely tell the flavor of it through every instinct in his brain roaring at him to grab keith by the shoulders and dragging him across the table to pretty much fuck him on that flat surface and --
-- okay, okay. calm. ]
Thank you.
[ but then the conversation swirls around them again, and it's half an hour later that the meeting finally concludes. noctis, however, is sitting right there at his seat when the delegates and his own people start to shake hands and leave. there's lunch planned at the dining room, and it's been a long meeting. ]
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actually, screw that, noctis isn't listening. he might be pretending to, but that particular trait is borne from years of exquisite and thoughtful honing of the skill of faking attentiveness while people drone on and on. he gets the important gist of it, of course, enough to make meaningful input where there's a chance for him to, but consider him checked out and all blood going right where keith has a foot against his balls and is using that boot to get him at attention.
his cock is straining so painfully against his fitted trousers, and he swears he's probably flushed because clarus had once asked if he was fine, and noctis couldn't be more mortified. he'd managed to focus, just a little, until the hyperawareness of that damnable boot up in his family jewels just makes him shudder, just a little. noctis doesn't even look at him, doesn't care that he's so fucking sexy right across the table, with that handsome face and that scar and the filthy things he's doing to him in front of everyone here --
-- fuck that, that's all he's thinking about.
it's hot, is what it is, and noctis barely registers the aloe and mint and how he pretty much hates both those things (but he has to eat them anyway, and so he does). he swallows hard, and the council assumes that it's noctis' ingrained hatred of all things not meat that's at work, and not the sheer fact that he has a raging hard on for the leader of the paladins sitting across from him.
that, too, is so fucking hot he hates every moment of it. but then keith, damn keith, his boy, his lover, the man responsible for noctis' mounting arousal and resulting sexual frustration, is maddeningly neutral, and out of some sheer spiteful sense of vengeance -- listen, when all the blood goes to your cock it's hard to be rational -- he simply bites into the delicacy like it's personally done him wrong. ]
It's delicious.
[ he hates that he sound more hoarse and rough than he likes. actually, he can barely tell the flavor of it through every instinct in his brain roaring at him to grab keith by the shoulders and dragging him across the table to pretty much fuck him on that flat surface and --
-- okay, okay. calm. ]
Thank you.
[ but then the conversation swirls around them again, and it's half an hour later that the meeting finally concludes. noctis, however, is sitting right there at his seat when the delegates and his own people start to shake hands and leave. there's lunch planned at the dining room, and it's been a long meeting. ]
Mr. Kogane. A moment, please.