( he opens the hatch above their heads while noctis fusses around his cock, sighing at the fresh, clean air. it got pretty stuffy in here, between all the panting and the moaning, so the rush of a cooler, artificial breeze is welcome. he puts profoundly little thought into noctis cleaning him up, because it's an intimate gesture and his brain has had it's fill of guilt for today. he's lucid and uninterested in anything, until he sees noctis bending over to collect his frumpled suit off the ground.
bending over, that is, showing off his loose, stretched out, messy hole and all the cum leaking out of it, painting those pale thighs even milker white. unthinking, he reaches forward, pinching noctis' cute little ass, bringing both hands up to part his cheeks to get a better look at his angry hole, fluttering around where his thumb rubs against it. probably sensitive, maybe in pain, and cain is no less delirious with arousal. he bends forward, licks a hot stripe against that filthy, wet hole, not skipping a beat in slamming his tongue directly inside of him, licking out the evidence he was ever there with a greedy mouth.
better be quiet, noctis. that hatch is still open. )
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bending over, that is, showing off his loose, stretched out, messy hole and all the cum leaking out of it, painting those pale thighs even milker white. unthinking, he reaches forward, pinching noctis' cute little ass, bringing both hands up to part his cheeks to get a better look at his angry hole, fluttering around where his thumb rubs against it. probably sensitive, maybe in pain, and cain is no less delirious with arousal. he bends forward, licks a hot stripe against that filthy, wet hole, not skipping a beat in slamming his tongue directly inside of him, licking out the evidence he was ever there with a greedy mouth.
better be quiet, noctis. that hatch is still open. )