[ let's run away, let's pretend they're not who they are, that they have the chance to run away for good -- like the obligation and duty is not a noose around their necks, charting their paths ahead. noctis groans softly into his touch; he's missed it, the warmth of calloused fingers, the way he yields under him.
the prince is kissing him again, the man who's the light of his life, the hope at the end of the tunnel. keith, who soars the heavens and holds up the sky. he draws out the kiss, just as ravenous as he is comforting, and he's quick to tug keith's shirt over his head, tossing it to the side.
if parting is sweet sorrow then their reunion should be grander than this. his fingers come to trace over the necklace keith wears, more worn than his, now, and he smiles, kissing his throat, his jaw, fearless in his love for him. ]
I'll -- I'll tell Ignis. Ask him to cover. We'll go somewhere nobody knows us.
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[ let's run away, let's pretend they're not who they are, that they have the chance to run away for good -- like the obligation and duty is not a noose around their necks, charting their paths ahead. noctis groans softly into his touch; he's missed it, the warmth of calloused fingers, the way he yields under him.
the prince is kissing him again, the man who's the light of his life, the hope at the end of the tunnel. keith, who soars the heavens and holds up the sky. he draws out the kiss, just as ravenous as he is comforting, and he's quick to tug keith's shirt over his head, tossing it to the side.
if parting is sweet sorrow then their reunion should be grander than this. his fingers come to trace over the necklace keith wears, more worn than his, now, and he smiles, kissing his throat, his jaw, fearless in his love for him. ]
I'll -- I'll tell Ignis. Ask him to cover. We'll go somewhere nobody knows us.