You can't kiss me like that and then tell me to do it alone.
[ Noctis grumbles good-naturedly, but he's climbing out of the bath, gripping the side so he doesn't slip and crack his head open or something. It's a very real fear, okay -- Noctis might be the chosen king, the lightbringer or whatever, but death by bathtub is definitely not the way he wants to go. He's reluctant to release him, already tingling and hard under his attentions. But the thing is, right now, they have just about all the time in the world. They're not in a rush to gorge themselves on these stolen moments. And then he feels something strange, an odd sense of contentment that settles over the fervid urgency.
They don't have to hurry when there's nowhere else to be, and he finds himself smiling like an idiot as he watches him do something as mundane as drain the tub. And yes, yes -- he can't get enough of him even if they don't have to hurry. He can't have enough of the way they kiss, the way he makes him feel like he could do just about anything. He's stepping towards the shower reluctantly, as if unwilling to be parted from him. It should be stupid, really, but Noctis doesn't care. This is the first time he really, truly has the love of his life, when everything is starting to fall into place, and he can't imagine ever giving it up.
Turning on the shower, he pokes his head out of the stall. ] C'mon, hurry up. This stall's too big for one person. [ No, it isn't. But it's a little too big right now and Noctis hates missing him. ]
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[ Noctis grumbles good-naturedly, but he's climbing out of the bath, gripping the side so he doesn't slip and crack his head open or something. It's a very real fear, okay -- Noctis might be the chosen king, the lightbringer or whatever, but death by bathtub is definitely not the way he wants to go. He's reluctant to release him, already tingling and hard under his attentions. But the thing is, right now, they have just about all the time in the world. They're not in a rush to gorge themselves on these stolen moments. And then he feels something strange, an odd sense of contentment that settles over the fervid urgency.
They don't have to hurry when there's nowhere else to be, and he finds himself smiling like an idiot as he watches him do something as mundane as drain the tub. And yes, yes -- he can't get enough of him even if they don't have to hurry. He can't have enough of the way they kiss, the way he makes him feel like he could do just about anything. He's stepping towards the shower reluctantly, as if unwilling to be parted from him. It should be stupid, really, but Noctis doesn't care. This is the first time he really, truly has the love of his life, when everything is starting to fall into place, and he can't imagine ever giving it up.
Turning on the shower, he pokes his head out of the stall. ] C'mon, hurry up. This stall's too big for one person. [ No, it isn't. But it's a little too big right now and Noctis hates missing him. ]