( He's a rock, the one steady point in her currently chaotic world, and there are times - when he's there with a bag of food and a smile, or helping her pick up papers she's dropped - that Serah doesn't know if she can ever do enough to properly show her appreciation for his presence in her life.
All she knows is that he's become the one thing she doesn't want to lose. More than her job, as much as the one remaining thread of her family. Noctis is a precious thing, sweet and smart and kind, putting up with her when she starts to worry or ramble, when she nags and when all she really wants is ice cream at 11pm.
It's hard to smile with a dick in your mouth, so her lips curve into something bright and warm when his cock slaps her cheek and the warm, wet smear of seed across her skin draws a soft hitch of breath just before he slides it back inside. Her head tilts back, so she can watch him as his hips move up against her chin, so his cock can slide more easily down her throat, and if a cock in your mouth makes it hard to smile, it makes it harder to speak, to answer his question.
Serah can only hope that he understands what she wants from the low groan in her throat, the pulse of her tongue underneath him and the way her hands trail up his thighs and curl into his hips, the eye contact that burns with desire each time her lips stretch around him. )
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All she knows is that he's become the one thing she doesn't want to lose. More than her job, as much as the one remaining thread of her family. Noctis is a precious thing, sweet and smart and kind, putting up with her when she starts to worry or ramble, when she nags and when all she really wants is ice cream at 11pm.
It's hard to smile with a dick in your mouth, so her lips curve into something bright and warm when his cock slaps her cheek and the warm, wet smear of seed across her skin draws a soft hitch of breath just before he slides it back inside. Her head tilts back, so she can watch him as his hips move up against her chin, so his cock can slide more easily down her throat, and if a cock in your mouth makes it hard to smile, it makes it harder to speak, to answer his question.
Serah can only hope that he understands what she wants from the low groan in her throat, the pulse of her tongue underneath him and the way her hands trail up his thighs and curl into his hips, the eye contact that burns with desire each time her lips stretch around him. )