( fuck. keith feels every slash of his come, overflowing and filling him so deeply - it's exactly like when he got pregnant, like every time since then. keith is mindlessly rocking into him, clutching on for dear life, overwhelmed in every sense of the word. it's hard to keep track of everything that goes on downstairs, especially when he can't see over his belly, but there's a splash of white decorating noctis' white shirt, that tells him just about everything he needs to know. somewhere in the midst of all this love and fucking and obsessively rutting against each other like horny teenagers, keith came. what's more - he came all over noctis.
well, that's his own fault. keith rests his temple against noctis' cheek, grinning as he sways them, laughing over this whole situation. you really can't take these two anywhere without splattering the walls with jizz - they're so dumb, so in love, so happy. keith lazily presses up against him, his hand still rubbing his stomach, up and down, humming contentedly. )
Baby's kicking.
( he announces, but it's not like those terrible fits the baby has when she wants more food, or a nap, or something else. it's just a calm pitter patter on his stomach, the imprints of little hands and feet pressing through his belly skin. reaching lower, keith snags off the remainder of his shredded underwear, wiping up what he can of himself and noctis with it, before he shoves the effective cum rag into noctis' mouth, shaking his head. )
You're a brute. You owe me underwear.
( he announces, before hopping down, high heels kicked off once more, while he goes to ... attempt to make himself look decent. bra back in place, cock tucked between his ass, dress aligned, make up cleaned up. the last thing is his hair, which he leaves in a looser braid hanging down, there to cover up that hickey noctis left on his shoulder.
poor noctis, though. he has keith's smeared lipstick all over him, including smudged on the fine linen of his shirt's collar. oops. )
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well, that's his own fault. keith rests his temple against noctis' cheek, grinning as he sways them, laughing over this whole situation. you really can't take these two anywhere without splattering the walls with jizz - they're so dumb, so in love, so happy. keith lazily presses up against him, his hand still rubbing his stomach, up and down, humming contentedly. )
Baby's kicking.
( he announces, but it's not like those terrible fits the baby has when she wants more food, or a nap, or something else. it's just a calm pitter patter on his stomach, the imprints of little hands and feet pressing through his belly skin. reaching lower, keith snags off the remainder of his shredded underwear, wiping up what he can of himself and noctis with it, before he shoves the effective cum rag into noctis' mouth, shaking his head. )
You're a brute. You owe me underwear.
( he announces, before hopping down, high heels kicked off once more, while he goes to ... attempt to make himself look decent. bra back in place, cock tucked between his ass, dress aligned, make up cleaned up. the last thing is his hair, which he leaves in a looser braid hanging down, there to cover up that hickey noctis left on his shoulder.
poor noctis, though. he has keith's smeared lipstick all over him, including smudged on the fine linen of his shirt's collar. oops. )