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Hm.

( he hums in consideration, leaning lazily back against the sofa to appreciatively look over his husband, hands on his hips idly pushing up his shirt so he can draw his fingers across the secret, sensitive spot at the base of his spine. he can feel the bumps of scars he's long since memorized, brushing his fingertips across their lines, knowing the pathways entirely by heart.

he huffs, a little. noctis is too good, and his body feel ridiculous. he pulls a face. )

Pickles, I think. And mayo, and beef jerky.

( not unusual on their own, maybe. but together? pretty gross. )

And do you remember those sour candies we got at Hammerhead that one time? Those too.

Oho --

[ noctis wiggles under keith's fingers, sensitive to that proprietary touch -- he can't imagine a time when he wouldn't have allowed keith near it, gently rebuffing him because he was nervous. how was he to know then that the safest he would ever feel would be in keith's arms?

he burrows his face in his neck and smiles, delighted and seduced by that touch. he's pressing soft kisses to the curve of his neck sweetly. then he shifts, fishing for his phone to send a text message to his ever resourceful chamberlain. ]

Mm. Gonna get all those for you.

[ the phone beeps, and he grins down at the phone. ]

In half an hour. Are you gonna eat all of 'em together?

( completely spoiled rotten, keith flushes up to his ears, ducking his head down to press a kiss over noctis' collarbone. he never really expects special treatment because of who he is, but noctis is always sure to give him anything and everything he needs, which makes him feel like the royalty he married into. in response, after the afforded embarrassment, he strengthens his hold on noctis, dropping the tv remote onto the ground so kosmo is startled into moving, and then taking the freed up couch space to turn and lay noctis down on. in between his legs and hovering over him, keith bends and presses a kiss on his stomach in turn, warmly sliding a hand down his thigh. )

Mhm.

( absolutely. he can think of a thousand more gross combinations of food that sound absolutely delicious right now. his tongue catches on the cotton of noctis' shirt, idly nosing it up to press a kiss right above his pant line. )

I'm positive the jerky is your fault. Your meat obsessed genetics are in me right now.

Plenty of my DNA is in you right now. Like my jizz, loads of my jizz...

[ noctis is laughing softly, nuzzling against him and wiggling his brows in open mischief. he's looking up at him in open adoration when he gently but consistently tugs him back up -- noctis loves having his dick kissed and sucked and ass eaten out, but first, he wants to get his keith nice and naked. he's reaching up to pull his shirt over his head.

he wants keith cuddled with him, and he looks down at his husband's stomach, thumbing along the littlest bump. he loves when keith blushes, kissing his cheek and his lips. ]

And besides, you keep loving my meat.

Edited 2019-04-04 11:47 (UTC)

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