( he swallows. nods. self acceptance is a bitter pill, and in times prior he probably would've insisted - let me put it back on, i want it on, convinced that noctis is just trying to be sweet to him, not voicing actual discomfort about the real estate of his body. now, he just accepts it as bloodlessly as he's able. noctis wants every inch and it doesn't cost keith anything to offer them all up - this wounded, battered body that's lucky enough to have a prince not look at him with disdain for it. touching him, kissing him? it's an absolute charity work on noctis' part. it always has been.
he's quick to the buttons of noctis' shirt, rid of the offending article of clothing in mere moments. once that's out of the way, thick hands settle on the spread of noctis' hips. he's so small, keith can almost touch fingertips and cover the entirety of his back - he knows it's a product of him being a sickly child, but he'd be lying if he said noctis' size wasn't an appeal, especially in considering his fiery attitude to counteract the tiny form. he can't stop stroking his thumbs against the soft pocket of skin overtop noctis' hips, rubbing that sharp bone like a genie lamp.
his chin juts out to invade noctis' space, but at the compliment he blushes slightly, peeling a hand back to find the end of the braid, futzing around with it. )
Yeah? It's very "Galra rebel".
( it's also a symbol and sign of keith not taking care of himself - letting his hair grow long because he couldn't be bothered with doing anything not relating to the mission. lifting the end of his braid, he tickles it goofily under noctis' chin. )
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he's quick to the buttons of noctis' shirt, rid of the offending article of clothing in mere moments. once that's out of the way, thick hands settle on the spread of noctis' hips. he's so small, keith can almost touch fingertips and cover the entirety of his back - he knows it's a product of him being a sickly child, but he'd be lying if he said noctis' size wasn't an appeal, especially in considering his fiery attitude to counteract the tiny form. he can't stop stroking his thumbs against the soft pocket of skin overtop noctis' hips, rubbing that sharp bone like a genie lamp.
his chin juts out to invade noctis' space, but at the compliment he blushes slightly, peeling a hand back to find the end of the braid, futzing around with it. )
Yeah? It's very "Galra rebel".
( it's also a symbol and sign of keith not taking care of himself - letting his hair grow long because he couldn't be bothered with doing anything not relating to the mission. lifting the end of his braid, he tickles it goofily under noctis' chin. )
If you don't, you can give me a haircut later.