[ It's not that he ever forgot the depths that he wanted Noctis. He'd buried it away as deep and as far as he could when they were separated because what else could he do? It wasn't as if he was able to stay by his side when he knew doing so would risk everything they've worked toward but then being away from him was just as hard. Distracting himself with work had done something to keep him occupied, and spending time with Aranea had worked as well, but nothing came close to this. ]
I've some idea, yes. [ It's half-muffled into the kiss, muttered distractedly while he does his best to kiss Noctis within an inch of his life, both of them still needing to rinse off but he doesn't care. He could trade lazy handjobs with him in the bath and tumble into bed and sleep for the entire night and be happy, shower be damned. That's what Noctis does to him - makes him forget every inch of all that tight-laced propriety and settle it aside in favor of want, pure and simple.
One hand drops between them, stroking over the curve of Noctis' cock in turn while his own hips push up, fucking into the hand jerking him off, aided by the slickness of the bath and soap from earlier, his own moving just as quickly. Between that and the kissing, the heat simmers in his belly embarrassingly fast, but then Noctis is urging him to the shower and maybe that will give him a moment to breathe. The press of nails in his shoulder recedes as he pulls away a little, slowly drawing back, releasing Noctis' cock a little grudgingly. ] Better there than messing perfectly clean sheets or the bath, yes.
[ He drags Noctis in for another quick kiss like he can't stop himself, can't get enough and then pulls back before either of them lose themselves in it, fumbling for his glasses. ] After you. I'll drain the bath.
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I've some idea, yes. [ It's half-muffled into the kiss, muttered distractedly while he does his best to kiss Noctis within an inch of his life, both of them still needing to rinse off but he doesn't care. He could trade lazy handjobs with him in the bath and tumble into bed and sleep for the entire night and be happy, shower be damned. That's what Noctis does to him - makes him forget every inch of all that tight-laced propriety and settle it aside in favor of want, pure and simple.
One hand drops between them, stroking over the curve of Noctis' cock in turn while his own hips push up, fucking into the hand jerking him off, aided by the slickness of the bath and soap from earlier, his own moving just as quickly. Between that and the kissing, the heat simmers in his belly embarrassingly fast, but then Noctis is urging him to the shower and maybe that will give him a moment to breathe. The press of nails in his shoulder recedes as he pulls away a little, slowly drawing back, releasing Noctis' cock a little grudgingly. ] Better there than messing perfectly clean sheets or the bath, yes.
[ He drags Noctis in for another quick kiss like he can't stop himself, can't get enough and then pulls back before either of them lose themselves in it, fumbling for his glasses. ] After you. I'll drain the bath.