[ noctis would be angry at keith for thinking that way -- that somehow this is charity. he's coming to learn more about keith's deeper self, his psyche, and he knows while they love each other deeply, every relationship takes work, communication, and a willingness to see it through, to be by each other. neither one of them are perfect; noctis is riddled with his own flaws, a penchant for escapism, sharp moodiness, and he knows it, too.
but he loves keith with all his heart, this is unmistakable, and that keith now takes it at face value makes his heart soar, and his smile can't help but widen as relief sets in his chest. previously, keith would've never done that; he would have insisted on putting his shirt on, denying noctis' words and insisting that somehow it's kindness that noctis would love him.
he's wrong; and noctis would prove it to him time and time again, ferociously loving him enough for the both of them, trying to tear down the pedestal keith sometimes puts him on. he wants to show keith just how precious he is, how anyone would be privileged to be loved by such a man. his keith, brave and valorous and passionate, with an edge that so often makes a thrill run down his spine -- coupled with that unspoken vulnerability under the prickly demeanor, the softness noctis wants to keep all for himself.
he sighs softly and squirms into his hands, leaning comfortably into his touch while he's tending to the scar on his shoulder blade, kissing over it and running his tongue over the scar tissue, intent on claiming him anew. issuing a soft chuckle when he feels it tickle, he's tilting his face up to kiss his mouth gently. he can feel the love and the affection, the thumbs pressed against his hips, precious attentions making his toes curl in pleasure.
he knows what those hands are capable of, and keith has spent too damn long apart from him. thumbing over dusky nipples in turn, he gives them a gentle pinch in loving retaliation. ]
My handsome Galra rebel, all chic and stuff with his hair. [ but already he has ideas, his eyes gleaming with ideas. how beautiful he is -- all sharp angles and masculine grace; but how much more beautiful he would be, hair loose on his shoulders. noctis is already stirring at the thought of it. ]
'm not gonna cut your hair. I wanna see it spread out on my pillows when I push inside you, babe. I want to watch you come apart under my hands. Did you touch yourself when I wasn't around?
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but he loves keith with all his heart, this is unmistakable, and that keith now takes it at face value makes his heart soar, and his smile can't help but widen as relief sets in his chest. previously, keith would've never done that; he would have insisted on putting his shirt on, denying noctis' words and insisting that somehow it's kindness that noctis would love him.
he's wrong; and noctis would prove it to him time and time again, ferociously loving him enough for the both of them, trying to tear down the pedestal keith sometimes puts him on. he wants to show keith just how precious he is, how anyone would be privileged to be loved by such a man. his keith, brave and valorous and passionate, with an edge that so often makes a thrill run down his spine -- coupled with that unspoken vulnerability under the prickly demeanor, the softness noctis wants to keep all for himself.
he sighs softly and squirms into his hands, leaning comfortably into his touch while he's tending to the scar on his shoulder blade, kissing over it and running his tongue over the scar tissue, intent on claiming him anew. issuing a soft chuckle when he feels it tickle, he's tilting his face up to kiss his mouth gently. he can feel the love and the affection, the thumbs pressed against his hips, precious attentions making his toes curl in pleasure.
he knows what those hands are capable of, and keith has spent too damn long apart from him. thumbing over dusky nipples in turn, he gives them a gentle pinch in loving retaliation. ]
My handsome Galra rebel, all chic and stuff with his hair. [ but already he has ideas, his eyes gleaming with ideas. how beautiful he is -- all sharp angles and masculine grace; but how much more beautiful he would be, hair loose on his shoulders. noctis is already stirring at the thought of it. ]
'm not gonna cut your hair. I wanna see it spread out on my pillows when I push inside you, babe. I want to watch you come apart under my hands. Did you touch yourself when I wasn't around?