( he'd wait them, it doesn't matter. he'd wait ten more years, if the promise of noctis was sitting at the end of that finish line. promises are all he needs - like blood oaths written in stone and stars. if noctis says he's his then that's all it takes - time won't keep them apart, and distance won't dull what the heart wants. noctis casted an irrevocable incantation on him, and now he's stuck with these hands trailing up his hips, this mouth opening up under his like a flower in bloom. keith kisses him like a man starved - like stars kiss the moonlit sky with their twinkle and winks. if he didn't eat anything in the past two years, he'd still be hungrier for noctis' mouth.
he rucks up the back of noctis' shirt, not to be titillating, but to feel the familiar burn of his skin under the palm of his hand, the steep curve of his back all elegant and proper, like the prince he is. at the break of their kiss, he presses a louder grin against his mouth, noses pressed almost uncomfortably together. )
Run away with me.
( he doesn't pose it as a question. there was a time when he was afraid of his emotions for noctis, but - not anymore. now he just wants. )
Just a couple days. I'm not letting you tell me no.
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he rucks up the back of noctis' shirt, not to be titillating, but to feel the familiar burn of his skin under the palm of his hand, the steep curve of his back all elegant and proper, like the prince he is. at the break of their kiss, he presses a louder grin against his mouth, noses pressed almost uncomfortably together. )
Run away with me.
( he doesn't pose it as a question. there was a time when he was afraid of his emotions for noctis, but - not anymore. now he just wants. )
Just a couple days. I'm not letting you tell me no.