( okay, look. he knows that, strictly speaking, the reliant was not made to fit two people in one seat, and was definitely not intended to be the homeplace for as much sex as he and noctis have had in his fighter's chair. but seriously, they need to make these things a little bigger. and maybe spare a buck or two in making the seats a little more padded, right, because he's only defending homebase when he's in the chair.
well. not right now. right now he's feeding noctis' pretty little ass his throbbing member, but it's no less deserving of a comfy chair. it's hard work. and noctis.
he likes to give cain a run for his money. he didn't know taking his little princess' virginity was also going to be signing his death certificate, in a death via orgasm kind of way. he's already lost count of how many times he's filled noctis' ass with load after load of come tonight, but he'd wager he's somewhere in the fiveish region. noctis doesn't show any signs of stopping, lifting and sinking back down on the spear of his cock like it's a sport and he's going for gold. cain groans, gradually getting louder from overstimulation, sinking his fingers so hard into his hips they'll be sure to bruise. )
Baby, ( he coos, cheeks flared red from stuffy air and an extended workout. this slows noctis down and he takes the time to reach a hand up to tweak his nipple, pinching it between his pointer and thumb. ) you're gonna break it.
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well. not right now. right now he's feeding noctis' pretty little ass his throbbing member, but it's no less deserving of a comfy chair. it's hard work. and noctis.
he likes to give cain a run for his money. he didn't know taking his little princess' virginity was also going to be signing his death certificate, in a death via orgasm kind of way. he's already lost count of how many times he's filled noctis' ass with load after load of come tonight, but he'd wager he's somewhere in the fiveish region. noctis doesn't show any signs of stopping, lifting and sinking back down on the spear of his cock like it's a sport and he's going for gold. cain groans, gradually getting louder from overstimulation, sinking his fingers so hard into his hips they'll be sure to bruise. )
Baby, ( he coos, cheeks flared red from stuffy air and an extended workout. this slows noctis down and he takes the time to reach a hand up to tweak his nipple, pinching it between his pointer and thumb. ) you're gonna break it.