[ noctis is tugging them both down onto the bed, wrapping his limbs possessively around keith as he soothes him -- he doesn't mean to be this emotional or clingy, promise; he doesn't mean to be this way. he's embarrassed, too, because keith is seeing a dismayed and upset noctis the likes of which he has rarely seen unless hot pockets are involved and this is unacceptable.

he's kissing him now, butterfly kisses over his cheeks, lips, humming quiet as his dismay is furthered. ]

Keith, baby, oh -- I don't want anyone else either, I only want you. I'm sorry. I love you, so much.

[ so, so very much. noctis shouldn't have gone and wrecked such a good thing, right? he's running his fingers through keith's longish hair, wanting to kiss every square inch of face he can reach as he finally relaxes just a little more. ]

No, no. You did what you thought was best. You wanted to do this for me -- you ridiculous boy.