( it's not like - it's not a new body, but it is different, and keith only remembers how different it is when his shirt is already off, and he looks down between them. he was never immaculate before, but war and fighting has turned the real estate of softer flesh into a battlefield. the efforts of alien lasers cutting through skin like butter - most of them are nicely aligned, well taken care of. there's something gnarled and nasty right on top of his shoulder - a bullet wound, leaving behind an ugly scar. other than that, there's not much of note, other than the sheer magnitude of wounds. a careful eye will see the tattoo on his arm is actually covering a burn wound keith must've been self conscious over.

settling back, he tugs noctis up until he's seated warmly in keith's lap, knees bent up so he has something to lean back against. unrestrained, he slides a hand gracefully under his shirt, rucking it up as he goes, exposing his belly to the stale night's air. he's so soft, and warm, and beautiful. all the things you'd never expect from a crowned prince, and yet, he's probably the only person in the world who actually understands keith. )

Ignis?

( he asks while staring at noctis' navel, before flickering his gaze up with a smirk on his lips. he was gone so long - maybe he even learned how to miss ignis. wow. )

Specs'll kill me. ( clearly amused, he sits up, latching his mouth onto the meat of noctis' neck. god. he missed marking him up. ) Stealing the prince away from his duties. Too bad, though. This is a kidnapping. He can't stop me.