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[ 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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