[ 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. )
no subject
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. ]
no subject
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. )