[ noctis, sweetly oblivious to his lover's quandary, feels his heart race and flutter when he watches him press kisses to the inside of his elbow; there is something reverent and sweet about it, the softness of his lips a far cry to just how he'd so thoroughly fucked him earlier.
he touches his cheek, his lips, smiling at that grumble because cain is always like this, grouchy and forceful and rude but unexpectedly tender and ridiculously sensuous. looking up under his lashes, he dips forward to kiss him softly, smiling -- cain, for all of his many flaws, is a gifted fighter, a guy who fucks like he fights, and noctis realises that maybe, just maybe, he's tumbling into love with him.
he's shifting reluctantly above him, sliding out and letting his cock slip out of him. reaching around to his discarded flightsuit, he's tugging a wet wipe to clean cain's dick, wiping him gently and then tucking it into a pocket to discard later. ]
You never complained about that before.
[ he quips. he feels empty, feels like cain's come is dripping out of him, smearing down the inside of his thighs, and he gives him one last kiss before tottering to his feet, gripping the side of the controls to balance himself. he's naked, almost wholly so, and he reaches for his flightsuit now, already missing his closeness. ]
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he touches his cheek, his lips, smiling at that grumble because cain is always like this, grouchy and forceful and rude but unexpectedly tender and ridiculously sensuous. looking up under his lashes, he dips forward to kiss him softly, smiling -- cain, for all of his many flaws, is a gifted fighter, a guy who fucks like he fights, and noctis realises that maybe, just maybe, he's tumbling into love with him.
he's shifting reluctantly above him, sliding out and letting his cock slip out of him. reaching around to his discarded flightsuit, he's tugging a wet wipe to clean cain's dick, wiping him gently and then tucking it into a pocket to discard later. ]
You never complained about that before.
[ he quips. he feels empty, feels like cain's come is dripping out of him, smearing down the inside of his thighs, and he gives him one last kiss before tottering to his feet, gripping the side of the controls to balance himself. he's naked, almost wholly so, and he reaches for his flightsuit now, already missing his closeness. ]
Share a smoke with me later?