[ except noctis most definitely notices. he'd eaten out keith's sweet, soft cunt just about dozens and dozens of times since he'd discovered it quite by accident, that even the faintest scent of vanilla or the sight of vanilla ice cream innocently minding its own business would get him hard in his pants.

this is definitely no different. fingers hooked on the straps of those strappy heels, noctis' eyes glaze over when he pinpoints exactly what it is, and his eyes darken at the implication of it. his husband has always had the habit of getting horny in the strangest places, and while noctis should possibly nip that in the bud, all he's thinking about is sucking on all three of those pert little buds and make keith cry for real --

-- he clears his throat. hmm. he follows him, feeling ridiculously proud of the fact that at least keith listened to his suggestion of a non-alcoholic drink, and gods but his waddle is so cute, that's definitely their perfect cover. ]

No, you look perfect. And besides, I think you're on to something here. No one's gonna suspect a pregnant woman and her husband of being... you know.

[ he steps forward a little, rubbing keith's belly fondly. ]