( it's been so long since keith has had a gag reflex, he can hardly remember a time when he had difficulty swallowing noctis' cock down in its glorious entirety - largely it was forced through his own stubbornness in the beginning, rather than at noctis' instruction. now it just falls to the back of his throat without resistance, keith's sky blue eyes fluttering shut as he hums around the invasion, sloppy tongue stuck out to worship the underside of his cock all the same. dick sucking is almost a second nature to him now, and he swallow noctis down without even thinking about it, sucking that milky cockhead down the suffocating tight of his throat.
he hums again - although it's more like a whine the second time around, a request, or really a demand, seeing as keith cups his hand underneath noctis', pushing his palm up against his scorching mound so keith can ride against his long, diplomatic fingers, made all the more whiny now that he's being stimulated at the same time. he looks perfectly content as he is, kneeling on the bed, pregnant, hungrily eating up noctis' cock like it's been served to him on a silver platter. but. he wants to make noctis feel as good as possible too, so once he gets the right pressure with his hand, keith leaves him to it, gathering a hefty glob of spit that got pushed to noctis' ballsack on the tips of two fingers, which steadily slide up his thigh and reach between his legs. parting the cheeks of noctis' perfect ass, keith's fingers press against his puckered hole with a teasing taunt to them, brushing ever gently, before one barely teases at his rim, slowly, barely pushing inside of him. )
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he hums again - although it's more like a whine the second time around, a request, or really a demand, seeing as keith cups his hand underneath noctis', pushing his palm up against his scorching mound so keith can ride against his long, diplomatic fingers, made all the more whiny now that he's being stimulated at the same time. he looks perfectly content as he is, kneeling on the bed, pregnant, hungrily eating up noctis' cock like it's been served to him on a silver platter. but. he wants to make noctis feel as good as possible too, so once he gets the right pressure with his hand, keith leaves him to it, gathering a hefty glob of spit that got pushed to noctis' ballsack on the tips of two fingers, which steadily slide up his thigh and reach between his legs. parting the cheeks of noctis' perfect ass, keith's fingers press against his puckered hole with a teasing taunt to them, brushing ever gently, before one barely teases at his rim, slowly, barely pushing inside of him. )