( it's cute, when noctis think he's in charge around here. little princely inclinations, maybe, that cain feels are in his right to correct. despite the exhaustion, the endless train of orgasms that tear something new out of him every time, this particular defiance has cain grinning, suddenly full of energy.

his hand moves up and knots in noctis' hair, tugging his head roughly to bend a pretty arch in his back. such a flexible, gorgeous little work of art. a tight body that was made to house cain's cock. unkindly, cain shoves him back, off his dick, going through the motions of flipping him over so his chest is pressed against the controls.

he's seen cain's jizz splattered exactly where his cheek is pressing into the console. cain surges up, covering his back with his chest, biting at his shoulder until he tastes blood. )

And what's my Princess going to do, when I don't have a dick to slide into his tight little hole?

( he slides his cock right back inside of him, the sight of a surplus of come leaking out of his poor, abused ass only spurring him on further. he starts on a relentless, brutal pace, trapping noctis as tightly as he can in the small space of the cockpit. )

Look at you. You wouldn't last a day if I wasn't fucking you.