[ noctis squirms impatiently, trying to turn in his arms with a soft whine, unable to help himself -- he's stuck there, for better or worse. he knows cain is watching him -- he's always noticed, when the other young man doesn't know noctis is paying attention, and noctis enjoys the wole forbidden-ness of it. they're not supposed to get involved with each other like this, but here they are. it's like cain practically fell out of the sky just to be paired together with him and noctis isn't going to look a gift horse in the mouth.
he's pushing back against him now, back plastered to his chest and he swears he can hear the beat of their hearts, synced and thudding in the same rhythm. he's feeling the sticky jizz plastered to his cheek, his hands coming behind to grip cain by that tight, firm ass, squeezing and kneading open encouragement.
cain is everything that's right and good -- even if he's violent and constantly three beats away from exploding or sinking his teeth into another; noctis likes him, he likes how good they are together, and he can't help but meet him halfway, rigorously riding his dick as he impales himself on him again and again, the wet, slippery slapping sounds making him ache.
his other hand comes now, lightly resting over where cain's is over his heart, and he swears cain can feel it skip a beat, like it always does when noctis is around him. ]
You -- you! Cain, oh, gimme, gimme -- you're so good, I wanna --
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he's pushing back against him now, back plastered to his chest and he swears he can hear the beat of their hearts, synced and thudding in the same rhythm. he's feeling the sticky jizz plastered to his cheek, his hands coming behind to grip cain by that tight, firm ass, squeezing and kneading open encouragement.
cain is everything that's right and good -- even if he's violent and constantly three beats away from exploding or sinking his teeth into another; noctis likes him, he likes how good they are together, and he can't help but meet him halfway, rigorously riding his dick as he impales himself on him again and again, the wet, slippery slapping sounds making him ache.
his other hand comes now, lightly resting over where cain's is over his heart, and he swears cain can feel it skip a beat, like it always does when noctis is around him. ]
You -- you! Cain, oh, gimme, gimme -- you're so good, I wanna --