nascere | LET'S PLAY {open post}

( it's cute, when noctis think he's in charge around here. little princely inclinations, maybe, that cain feels are in his right to correct. despite the exhaustion, the endless train of orgasms that tear something new out of him every time, this particular defiance has cain grinning, suddenly full of energy.

his hand moves up and knots in noctis' hair, tugging his head roughly to bend a pretty arch in his back. such a flexible, gorgeous little work of art. a tight body that was made to house cain's cock. unkindly, cain shoves him back, off his dick, going through the motions of flipping him over so his chest is pressed against the controls.

he's seen cain's jizz splattered exactly where his cheek is pressing into the console. cain surges up, covering his back with his chest, biting at his shoulder until he tastes blood. )

And what's my Princess going to do, when I don't have a dick to slide into his tight little hole?

( he slides his cock right back inside of him, the sight of a surplus of come leaking out of his poor, abused ass only spurring him on further. he starts on a relentless, brutal pace, trapping noctis as tightly as he can in the small space of the cockpit. )

Look at you. You wouldn't last a day if I wasn't fucking you.

[ oh, shit. oh.

it's incredible, how strong and ruthless cain is -- the latter of which rubs noctis wrongly sometimes, but thrills him now -- cain is feral, savage and everything that encapsulates noctis' filthiest, dirtiest fantasies. he's come to enjoy that about cain even if they butt heads sometimes, and there are times, too, when cain inevitably ends up giving in to noctis' obstinate stubbornness.

not that he'll ever say it, because then cain will probably kill him.

he whines in disappointment when he feels that comforting dick pull out of him, thick globules of jizz dripping down milk-white thighs dotted with cain's bite marks, mottled a lovely red-blue on the inside of them. he's bracing himself against the screen, cheek rubbing against the sticky ejaculate before he boldly shifts to lick the smears of it -- he can be nasty, too. are you watching, cain?

yelping when he feels the bite of pain, he tries to swat at him. ]

Cain -- !

[ he's gasping, heart swelling when he feels that wonderful, magnificent slide right into his body again, and noctis is shuddering with profound pleasure, the wet slicks of their bodies joining again punctuating the filthy words cain purrs and gods but he's so beautiful, and noctis absolutely loves being his princess; it's humiliating in all the right ways. ]

I, aaaah, haaaah -- please -- I wouldn't. All I want is --

( he is watching. cain could weave any articulate tapestry about how nasty and horny and cockslutty his little noctis is, but honestly, it's just fucking hot to watch, so he keeps his mouth shut. this position is better. face to face made something rock-heavy form in the empty space between the fronts and backs of his ribs, where in a normal person there'd be a heart, but in cain there's just a lack of anything. the rock tasted bittersweet, hot and cold at the same time, both adoring and affectionate, and ... guilty.

he doesn't think about it. now he's fucking noctis from behind and he can focus on the act, the motions, the heat of their breaths, and not think about how their heats beat in time together, bodies made for each other. cain, manipulating this outcome, based on his orders.

despite the focus, he almost softens. maybe he's a good actor - maybe he'll just tell himself that later, when he's touching his kiss bruised lips, and trying to figure out why he can't get noctis out of his head. regardless. a hand slides up, flattening his palm on top of noctis' heart, bleeding bites turning into softer kisses, dragging them up the curve of his neck to his ear lobe. )

'All I want is' ...?

( he goads him on, free hand catching on noctis' fiery hot cock, pumping him teasingly. )

Go on, ahhhh, sweetheart. Tell me who you belong to.

[ noctis squirms impatiently, trying to turn in his arms with a soft whine, unable to help himself -- he's stuck there, for better or worse. he knows cain is watching him -- he's always noticed, when the other young man doesn't know noctis is paying attention, and noctis enjoys the wole forbidden-ness of it. they're not supposed to get involved with each other like this, but here they are. it's like cain practically fell out of the sky just to be paired together with him and noctis isn't going to look a gift horse in the mouth.

he's pushing back against him now, back plastered to his chest and he swears he can hear the beat of their hearts, synced and thudding in the same rhythm. he's feeling the sticky jizz plastered to his cheek, his hands coming behind to grip cain by that tight, firm ass, squeezing and kneading open encouragement.

cain is everything that's right and good -- even if he's violent and constantly three beats away from exploding or sinking his teeth into another; noctis likes him, he likes how good they are together, and he can't help but meet him halfway, rigorously riding his dick as he impales himself on him again and again, the wet, slippery slapping sounds making him ache.

his other hand comes now, lightly resting over where cain's is over his heart, and he swears cain can feel it skip a beat, like it always does when noctis is around him. ]

You -- you! Cain, oh, gimme, gimme -- you're so good, I wanna --

( no - noctis flattens his hand on top of his, and suddenly he realizes how sappy and intimate this all must be, snapping in consciousness to how thoroughly pinned he is beneath noctis' thumb. he pulls back, peeling his sweaty chest off noctis' back, wetly humping him, the slapping sounds of sex echoing in the small space of the cockpit. cain is almost positive anyone out in the hanger would be able to hear them, at least if they stepped in close enough to the reliant to see the subtle shake of the ship, echoing cain's thrusts. he fucks him harder, enjoying seeing his dick disappear inside of noctis. his hand slides up the pretty curve of his spine, fingering curling over his shoulder. )

Ah — haaa, Abel. Abel —

( he just needs to come. not think about deception and betrayal, the fact that noctis is as owned as the scar on his lip proclaims, and that it's all built on nothing. emotions stifle him - his hips go harder. noctis is mushed up uncomfortably against the controls, and cain balks, crashing over the thresholds of orgasms.

his surplus of jizz doesn't have anywhere to go - noctis is already filled to the brim, dripping with cain's come, enough that it comes leaking back out on cain's cock even before he pulls away. for the time being he stays stuck inside him, lazily bending to kiss upwards on his spine, ending somewhere behind his ear. )

Touch yourself for me, baby. I wanna watch.

Haaaah-ahhhh, shouldn't I turn around...?

[ the thing is, noctis is cute and he knows it. he has pretty eyes and full lips and a face that could charm anyone if he set his mind to it. he'd never actually used it, but cain tells him that all the time, and so he believes it -- and maybe, because of that raw, shameless influence, noctis has had it rubbed off on him.

he's more saucy with cain, pushes whenever he knows he can get away with it (even if he can't). it's all cain's fault, really. he cries out shamelessly, lustily when his lover comes inside him, emptying his balls inside him and filling his already sticky, fun-filled hole with more thick ejaculate.

he loves it, gasping with heady enjoyment when he feels cain take his own. he can feel him go wild, almost, and he doesn't give a shit if anyone hears them -- they can mind their own damn business. cain goes harder and noctis is swept up in it, his painfully hard cock already drooling on the controls.

he's nuzzling back against him with a soft whine, nipping gently at cain's handsome jaw. one day, he thinks, intoxicated and dizzy with the urgent need to come -- one day he'll get cain to cry out his real name. ]

I want you to look at me when I come -- when I say your name --

( no, he shouldn't, because then cain actually has to watch, and it becomes less easy to deny that there's a problem, here - that there's been a problem he's been denying for awhile now. still, though. he acts like he isn't completely wrapped around noctis' fingers as he flips him back over, although it isn't terribly convincing, wet dick plopped out of noctis' messy little hole as he gets appropriately situated on cain's lap. he doesn't mind the mess now likely staining his jeans, reaching between his legs to make sure his babydoll doesn't feel empty for too long - three calloused, hefty fingers fuck inside him, knowing this body better than anyone ever has, finding that jutting bundle of nerves and relentlessly tracing over it, like a man on a mission.

he leaves noctis' dick up to him. his free hand is cupped on the small of his sweaty back, supporting him upright in case he should fall. cain thinks briefly about hiding away in noctis' shoulder, but eventually he decides just to fall back on his uncomfortable chair, putting all his focus on pulverizing his sweet girlfriend's prostate, ripping out an earthshattering orgasm from him that will at least keep him satiated through the night. )

C'mon ... ( he coos, encouraging. ) That's it, Abel. Come for Daddy.

[ cain is a monster, noctis thinks giddily. he's prodigiously gifted with his cock, his mouth, his hands, and it's maddening how lost noctis is to his attentions. he's panting, cheeks flushed and eyes wide and soft, focused entirely on him. he holds on to him sleekly, graceful despite the fact that he's seconds away from coming for the millionth time right now.

it's wonderful, how cain makes sure he's always filled; his hole clings to those three digits so tightly until his dick slides up back inside of him. he sheaths him tightly, plush, reddened lips parted in shameless moans as he rides him and oh, gods, oh -- he can't help it, he's gripping his own dick and arching right back, painting cain's stomach and chest with streaks upon streaks of sticky jizz.

he can't resist how sweetly cain coaxes him on, how he coos and noctis is out of his mind with this orgasm, when it surges right through him and renders him breathless and overwhelmed, shaking when it's over. ]

Cain, oh, Cain -- !

[ earthshattering orgasm, indeed. noctis is clamped down tight around his dick and is slumped against his chest, his balls rubbing against the vee of cain's jeans but he can't bring himself to care. he's shaking, overstimulated but happy, and maybe, just maybe, this would keep him satiated through the night. who knows? ]

That was --

( noctis crumpling against him feels suddenly too intimate all at once - yeah, cain's dick is inside him, but it's still a point to be made. his hands come up on noctis' arms with all the intent to rip him off, but instead he finds himself clinging onto him, bare palms sliding down his warmed skin, cupping his the small of his back and the back of his neck, all to keep noctis closely against him. it's a problem. cain has never given much care towards his morality, or what effect lying has on the people around him, but. noctis, noctis makes everything different. he doesn't want to hurt him - can't hurt him. the very thought makes him want to rip his hair out and bite on his tongue until it bleeds.

but he is hurting him. every time he makes him feel good, every time he forgets who he is and what he's doing, it's just. making it all that much worse.

cain grumbles out something unintelligible, kissing once at his shoulder, and then lifting up noctis' arm so he can dot kisses down his bicep, into the bend of his elbow. at the end of it, he's just leaning back in his chair, trying to pretend he's a lot less fucked than he is, nosing at noctis' forehead to get him to look up. )

C'mon, you're heavy. We gotta get outta here before they do room checks.

[ noctis, sweetly oblivious to his lover's quandary, feels his heart race and flutter when he watches him press kisses to the inside of his elbow; there is something reverent and sweet about it, the softness of his lips a far cry to just how he'd so thoroughly fucked him earlier.

he touches his cheek, his lips, smiling at that grumble because cain is always like this, grouchy and forceful and rude but unexpectedly tender and ridiculously sensuous. looking up under his lashes, he dips forward to kiss him softly, smiling -- cain, for all of his many flaws, is a gifted fighter, a guy who fucks like he fights, and noctis realises that maybe, just maybe, he's tumbling into love with him.

he's shifting reluctantly above him, sliding out and letting his cock slip out of him. reaching around to his discarded flightsuit, he's tugging a wet wipe to clean cain's dick, wiping him gently and then tucking it into a pocket to discard later. ]

You never complained about that before.

[ he quips. he feels empty, feels like cain's come is dripping out of him, smearing down the inside of his thighs, and he gives him one last kiss before tottering to his feet, gripping the side of the controls to balance himself. he's naked, almost wholly so, and he reaches for his flightsuit now, already missing his closeness. ]

Share a smoke with me later?

( he opens the hatch above their heads while noctis fusses around his cock, sighing at the fresh, clean air. it got pretty stuffy in here, between all the panting and the moaning, so the rush of a cooler, artificial breeze is welcome. he puts profoundly little thought into noctis cleaning him up, because it's an intimate gesture and his brain has had it's fill of guilt for today. he's lucid and uninterested in anything, until he sees noctis bending over to collect his frumpled suit off the ground.

bending over, that is, showing off his loose, stretched out, messy hole and all the cum leaking out of it, painting those pale thighs even milker white. unthinking, he reaches forward, pinching noctis' cute little ass, bringing both hands up to part his cheeks to get a better look at his angry hole, fluttering around where his thumb rubs against it. probably sensitive, maybe in pain, and cain is no less delirious with arousal. he bends forward, licks a hot stripe against that filthy, wet hole, not skipping a beat in slamming his tongue directly inside of him, licking out the evidence he was ever there with a greedy mouth.

better be quiet, noctis. that hatch is still open. )

Cain -- !

[ noctis gasps, shocked and almost buckling when he feels that prodigiously talented tongue and lips press up against his eager, abused hole. he's dripping, sticky-white jizz oozing out of his puffy pink hole, and gripping the dashboard tightly.

the hatch is still open, and he's continually surprised by just how horny cain is still -- for all of cain's assertions of how noctis is a horny little slut, cain is just as bad as he is, unable to have enough and entirely nasty. he's licking all that come out of his hole. ]

Oh, you're gross --

[ he whispers, thighs shaking with the sheer effort of keeping himself upright, almost sobbing with how he's overstimulated and sensitive. ]

Baby, please...

[ keep him quiet. ]

( he eats him out like a man starved, thumbing open that stretched hole as his tongue dives inside him, tasting himself so hungrily on his own tongue, it stands to wonder if cain doesn't just love his own taste. mostly, though, it's the set up. cain is contrary by nature, on an endless quest to be savage, and reckless, and unpredictable. the second noctis thought he was falling in line, of course, was the exact moment he decided to catch him off guard. bend him over, tongue open his ass, force the worst out of him like all the nasty bits of noctis are what cain finds the most attractive. his sweet little mouth, moaning those demands that'd make a whore blush - and his cute hole, fluttering around his smacking lips, begging.

he peels his hand back, but it's not to reach forward and cover noctis' mouth. contrary again, he slaps it right back down, loudly spanking one of noctis' assheeks, rumbling the flesh that's squashing his face. it's loud enough to be heard, although no one will catch them - the bay's been empty for hours, but noctis doesn't necessarily know that. it won't shock anyone to hear that cain wants to see him struggle. )

[ noctis has never known him to be this hungry, doing the nastiest thing to him with the most aplomb that he's practically clinging to the dash for dear life, panting like a cat in heat and pressing up into cain's greedy, infinitely talented mouth and tongue.

he's getting fucked all over again and noctis is struggling, biting off mewls and cries and fighting to keep a hold of himself. it takes effort, holding himself back, and when cain spanks his ass he jumps, a strangled squeak and an uttered curse, the sudden terror that someone will find them and guess what? oh, noctis is immediately getting hard again. ]

Cain, no -- someone -- haaaaah -- they'll hear...

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