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LET'S PLAY {open post}

[ open. texts, messages, rp prompts and starters. gen & nsfw. ]

( back when the castle of lions was still functioning, they'd have these little events there. political meetings, there to talk treaties and convince nearby leaders to join the voltron coalition. keith never really cared for them, finding most interactions with idiots in charge to be both boring and annoying, but now they have a change of venue and company, and it's admittedly just a little bit better. finalizing the bond with eos has been a swift advancement - regis is a noble leader, surprisingly agreeable to talks of peace, and the meeting is really just a formality at this point to further establish their bond. the paladins listen to stories about the history and culture of eos, and allura tells him all about altea, when it was still around and alive. altogether, it's a pretty nice interaction, more personable than the ones he's used to. and keith, the leader of voltron, is.

well, he's bored, to be honest. luckily, fate put noctis' chair directly across from his, so.

in the middle of the meeting somewhere, the tip of his boot sneaks up noctis' calf inquiringly, although he really doesn't ask permission as he nudges noctis' knee to the side, pointedly parting his legs. he carries on whatever talk he's currently having with noctis' father about the missions he's been on, the places he's seen. everyone is none the wiser to the sole of his boot pressing firmly down on noctis' groin, heel just resting against his balls as he turns his ankle in gentle circles, working his cock as subtly as he can, while still having an end goal of getting him hard. if he's lucky, getting him off, though - he guesses that might be sort of a stretch.

hunk prepared a snack from some far off planet for them to enjoy, because food has always been the bridge between cultures, and is usually a strong selling point for union. it's something like ice cream, but flavored more like aloe and mint - keith takes a bite and hums around it, nodding to noctis. )

Prince Noctis, do you like it?

( he hasn't even tried it, and keith is pretty sure he knows why. )

It's a delicacy from Joyeium.

[ it's a what from wh--

actually, screw that, noctis isn't listening. he might be pretending to, but that particular trait is borne from years of exquisite and thoughtful honing of the skill of faking attentiveness while people drone on and on. he gets the important gist of it, of course, enough to make meaningful input where there's a chance for him to, but consider him checked out and all blood going right where keith has a foot against his balls and is using that boot to get him at attention.

his cock is straining so painfully against his fitted trousers, and he swears he's probably flushed because clarus had once asked if he was fine, and noctis couldn't be more mortified. he'd managed to focus, just a little, until the hyperawareness of that damnable boot up in his family jewels just makes him shudder, just a little. noctis doesn't even look at him, doesn't care that he's so fucking sexy right across the table, with that handsome face and that scar and the filthy things he's doing to him in front of everyone here --

-- fuck that, that's all he's thinking about.

it's hot, is what it is, and noctis barely registers the aloe and mint and how he pretty much hates both those things (but he has to eat them anyway, and so he does). he swallows hard, and the council assumes that it's noctis' ingrained hatred of all things not meat that's at work, and not the sheer fact that he has a raging hard on for the leader of the paladins sitting across from him.

that, too, is so fucking hot he hates every moment of it. but then keith, damn keith, his boy, his lover, the man responsible for noctis' mounting arousal and resulting sexual frustration, is maddeningly neutral, and out of some sheer spiteful sense of vengeance -- listen, when all the blood goes to your cock it's hard to be rational -- he simply bites into the delicacy like it's personally done him wrong. ]

It's delicious.

[ he hates that he sound more hoarse and rough than he likes. actually, he can barely tell the flavor of it through every instinct in his brain roaring at him to grab keith by the shoulders and dragging him across the table to pretty much fuck him on that flat surface and --

-- okay, okay. calm. ]

Thank you.

[ but then the conversation swirls around them again, and it's half an hour later that the meeting finally concludes. noctis, however, is sitting right there at his seat when the delegates and his own people start to shake hands and leave. there's lunch planned at the dining room, and it's been a long meeting. ]

Mr. Kogane. A moment, please.

( it's genuinely difficult to fight the all knowing smirk off his face as noctis calls for him, and he waves the paladins off to go enjoy their lunch while the room clears and they're left alone. it's not before lance sends him a wary look out of the corner of his eye - concerned by that brief interaction keith had with a prince, thinking he might be in some sort of trouble with the royalty of their new allies. keith figures that upsets him, because he's at least somewhat aware of keith's softness towards noctis. lion connection, and all that. keith shakes his head to ward off his worries, slapping a friendly hand on his shoulder, and then it's just him and noctis in the big board room, all alone.

keith comes up to him, languidly leaning against the table beside him. no fighting the smirk now as he crosses his arms over his chest, raising a challenging eyebrow in his direction. )

How can I be of service, Your Highness? You looked a little flustered, back there.

[ oh, his absolutely beautiful, insufferable man -- keith is even sexier when he doesn't hide the smirk, living it up as a patron saint of all bad boys who have sexually illicit dealings with princes.

when the door clicks shut, locks under noctis' orders, he finally chooses to stand up, hard-on incredibly obvious in his impeccably tailored trousers. noctis owns it, admits that it's keith that's turned him on impossibly, and he definitely is going to pay for that. ]

I have plenty of ideas.

[ he drawls, and his time he's coming before keith, eyes dark and full of intent before he pins him between his body and the desk. he's quick to cup the back of his head, crushing his mouth to his in lieu of actually telling him what those ideas are. hell, he's just going to have to demonstrate them on him later. right now, he feels impossibly turned on, libido a raging current in his ears -- it's so hard to think at all, much less figure out a plan beyond rutting the hell out of keith on every flat surface he can find and making him cry. ]

( noctis comes after him like a man on a mission, and keith is almost impressed with himself, at how much he was capable of riling noctis up with just his boot at his disposal. there's no time to be smug, though - right now he's preoccupied with kissing him back just as passionately, fingers digging through the fine fabric of his royal clothes, pulling at him without ever reaching his goal. he wants noctis naked, and to suck on that dick he's been teasing all morning, but - does noctis really want to get funky out here?

he lets the prince set the pace then, happy for once to take the back burner, lifting up one leg to wrap around noctis' calf, keeping him locked against him. once the need for air becomes evident, keith breaks apart from him with a breathless smile, wandering hand not skipping a beat in cupping his cock through the fabric of his trousers. )

Someone got a little excited, huh? What would the council think?

( the council can shove it, as far as keith is concerned. )

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