[ 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. ]
( 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. ]
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[ 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. ]
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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. )
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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...