( he doesn't mind working hard to get back in noctis' favor. at least he learned what an ass he's been acting like, frustrated more at hindering the mission than upsetting noctis, instead of continuing to fight a tired point. noctis mentions dancing and keith leans shortly back, pressing a soft kiss on the corner of his mouth, before dislodging himself from his handsome husband. stealing his shoes back, he drops them on the floor, toeing them back on his feet before guiding the both of them forward, to the dancefloor.
it's a little difficult to figure out the logistics of dancing with someone who has a beachball tummy, but it works out well enough, even if keith can't press all the way up against him like he'd really like to. he follows noctis' lead, where he'd normally try to lead himself, making more attempts at falling into his womanly role.
he has his fingers in the back of noctis' hair as they sway, although his eyes are stuck over his shoulder, watching some of their people of interest. distractedly, keith smiles, lost in a memory. )
Reminds you of our wedding, huh? ( he hums, remembering it. ) Though, I didn't wear a dress.
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it's a little difficult to figure out the logistics of dancing with someone who has a beachball tummy, but it works out well enough, even if keith can't press all the way up against him like he'd really like to. he follows noctis' lead, where he'd normally try to lead himself, making more attempts at falling into his womanly role.
he has his fingers in the back of noctis' hair as they sway, although his eyes are stuck over his shoulder, watching some of their people of interest. distractedly, keith smiles, lost in a memory. )
Reminds you of our wedding, huh? ( he hums, remembering it. ) Though, I didn't wear a dress.