( anyone with ears, too, considering keith really wasn't succeeding in censoring his screams. oh well. he looks a little more put together by the end of it, but his dress is still rumpled and his cheeks are still red, sweat glistening his forehead. it'd be pretty obvious even if he wasn't just screaming fuck me loud enough for the entire party to hear. at the playful smack, keith grins, turning to place his hands on the lapels of his husband's jacket. )

If I was going to fix you, I'd have you kneel right here, and make the top match the bottom. ( he draws an invisible line over noctis' mouth, across his eye, alluding to all the places he'd splatter with his jizz, if given the time. ) I think you look perfect, when you're messy.

But, since we're on a time constraint.

( he does what he can, tucking noctis' cock safely back into his pants, tucking in his shirt a little tighter than before, to hide the majority of the stain. keith redoes his tie, buttons up his jacket, and mostly he looks well together enough, except for that stubborn lipstick stain. keith wets a paper towel and starts scrubbing, annoyed at himself for the obvious waste of something that was horribly expensive.

plus, noctis looks damn good in it. maybe they can get it dry cleaned later. )

Alright. ( he's fussing around with his hair now, making it look less tugged on. ) Call Ignis and see if we're good to go? We're gonna have to make a break for the exit, anyway.