nascere | LET'S PLAY {open post}

[ over his dead body would he allow keith on a mission like this, especially when he grows heavier and heavier with child -- the heir to the kingdom of lucis and the great love of noctis' life (also the biggest and most wonderful pain in his ass, right now). but then keith wouldn't take no for an answer, obstinately pushing his way onto this mission, and noctis, of course, has no choice but to allow him to be here.

it galls him to know that keith could be in danger, that he could get hurt because of noctis, and the last thing he wants is keith in the line of fire -- but keith has always been a fighter. he's strong and fast and pretty damn dangerous, a lethal force to be reckoned with even when pregnant, but still.

still, noctis is supposed to protect him, to keep him safe, not get him involved in things like this. they spend the ride there in stony silence, noctis glaring out the window like the weather's done him a great injustice. but it goes away for a moment when he looks at just how beautiful his keith is, with his hair done up just so, makeup accentuating keith's features. his husband isn't pretty, isn't handsome -- he's absolutely, stunningly beautiful.

keith is the finest, most gorgeous soul he's ever set his eyes on, and as he picks up on that tenderness, their rings tucked into his pocket, he feels a sharp pang of regret.

he never wants his keith to remove his ring, not even for this. but never mind -- he'll put it on for him later again, the way he always has. right now, they have work to do, and ignis and gladio are counting on them to do it. he lurks together with keith, but when he hears him exclaim, every thought of frustration and anger bleeds away immediately, leaving unshakeable concern, because no matter what fights they've had, keith is his husband, the man who has his heart and all his love.

he comes over to him, a hand on his back as he steps close, eyes wide with concern. he remembers, of course. he remembers all the classes. a hand over keith's, he breathes, slow, deliberate breaths. ]

Yeah -- yeah. All right, breathe with me, baby. C'mon. You'll be okay. Breath. In. Out.

[ nevermind that they're in the middle of a mission right now. or a marital fight -- keith needs him, and noctis will be there for him, whatever it takes. ]

Shit.

( he breathes out. the only thing that matters is noctis, his anchor, keeping him grounded to the moment. keith focuses on his words, lets him do the breathing for him, so he doesn't have to think about anything else. prompto can probably handle it on his own for awhile, right? he doesn't think about it, clears his mind, breathes shortly through his mouth. in, out, in, in, out. in and hold. out.

unconsciously, he presses up against noctis, keeping their chests together to better even out his breath. so much for undercover. the heels he's wearing make him a solid inch taller than noctis, and he has an arm draped over his shoulders, gripping on the sleeve of his jacket for dear life. the hand on his belly stiffens before turning, jerkily interlacing their fingers with a rough squeeze. in, out, in, in, out.

eventually, it passes. two or three contractions, all about twenty seconds in between each other - far from real labor, but the pain felt real enough. once keith feels better, a deep rooted exhaustion settles in, and he loosens his hold on noctis, taking a step back.

he keeps their hands interlaced, though. like this, it's almost an apology. )

... thank you, baby. I feel a lot better.

( but his forehead's sweaty and his feet feel like walking on daggers, and he feels dangerously close to crying for literally no reason at all? he's over pregnancy, thank you very much. )

[ if they wanted a cover, well -- they've got a really solid one right here. it's a usual sight, a husband tending to his very pregnant and very, very beautiful wife, who looks like he'd been poured into his dress. he's wrapping an arm around his waist to keep keith supported. he takes all the time that keith needs, breathing in and out, his other hand giving keith's fingers a comforting squeeze.

he doesn't let go, even if he's mad and exasperated at his ridiculously stubborn husband. hell, he can feel his anger already ebb, leaving a fond frustration -- and even then, it's quickly snuffed when it looks like keith's eyes are watering and oh. oh.

he knows this very well. he knows the mood swings, and is very aware that keith's close to tears and he still feels a surge of worry and immediate desire to want to attend to him anyway. his hand moves up to cup keith's neck, still holding his hand as he tugs him close, pressing his forehead to his.

it's inappropriate behavior, but whatever. he doesn't care -- prompto can handle this; noctis' first priority is making his pregnant husband feel better. ]

Doesn't look like it. C'mere.

( he swallows heavily, feeling a rush of heat rise up his neck. no crying, not on the job. he squeezes noctis' hand a little tightly, taking a deep breath. )

I'm okay.

( and after a self-loathing filled beat, )

Sorry. I know you were right. ( he looks down at his feet, suddenly feeling a little foolish for this whole get up. ) I can't help anyone like this. I just ...

( wanted to protect you, because for whatever reason he can't seem to trust the life of his husband in the hands of his closely knit guardians, even when he can hardly stands on two feet. keith takes another, shaky breath, turning so he can butt his head against noctis' shoulder, free hand raising up to dot under his lash line, to avoid smudging his make up as much as possible. )

I should take a cab back to the hotel room. You — you stay here. It's okay.

[ oh, honey.

if noctis was angry before, he definitely isn't now. this isn't the apology he wants -- not when he can practically taste the self-loathing. he's wrapping his arm around him now, pulling him into his arms and pressing a soft kiss against his ear. his keith has always had a self-loathing streak a mile wide, always the first to put himself down, and noctis tirelessly runs interference, pouring his heart and soul into loving keith enough for the both of them. ]

You only wanted to protect me, baby. I know. I know -- and I love you for it. I love how you're so strong-willed and smart. I love how gorgeous you are, I'm sorry I got mad at you.

[ and he doesn't want keith out of noctis' sight, not like this. ] I don't want you to go. Stay by my side, okay? I'll protect you.

( it is so hard to cuddle your husband when you've got a giant, watermelon sized belly jutting out your stomach. he tries for a second before just sighing, resigning himself to pulling up noctis' hand, pressing it against his cheek and nodding into it, eyes shut while he snuggles into him. he wants nothing more than to be at home, preferably naked, watching reality tv and drinking - a beer, maybe. he was never big into drinking before pregnancy, but being without the option for so long has really sweetened up his taste buds to it. )

Don't apologize. You were right. ( he hates the idea of hindering the mission, self-conscious about the whole affair now that he realizes what a complete monster he was to noctis beforehand. ) I love you too, Noct. More than anything.

( and if he doesn't want keith to hit the road, he can handle this ball for another hour or two. although - not in these heels. without skipping a beat, he kicks his shoes off, pantyhosed feet sitting flat on the ground.

ahh. much better. he already feels one hundred times less interested in crying. )

I'll stay, if I'm not getting in the way. Mission comes first.

You come first.

[ noctis tells him sharply -- well, just a little sharply. he's currently being reminded that keith's carrying his child and making a huge sacrifice when it comes to pregnancy, and he's feeling pretty fuzzy about having his cute beach ball of a husband back and clinging to him instead of yelling.

he helps keep him balanced when keith kicks off the heels, eyeing it before bending over to pick up the strappy heels for him. man, those things look like they hurt, and he presses a soft kiss to keith's temple in response. ]

Love you too, baby. C'mon, let's get you a drink while I keep an eye out. No alcohol.

( well. mood swigs again, this time to a more familiar territory. noctis picks his heels up and keith feels his stomach drop, some unfounded arousal soaking through his panties just because noctis did something courteous. now, keith isn't usually great at picking the best times or places to get freaky at, but he can tell that across enemy borders is probably not - ideal. there's a little wafting scent of vanilla in the air, keith's cunt pretty much always out now due to the mechanics of having his engorged belly stretching out the hidden skin down there, but he does his best to real it back in, figuring vanilla is commonplace enough to be blamed on something else.

maybe. maybe not. he could say he's hoping noctis won't notice, but it'd be an unfortunate fib.

still, he does his best not to waddle as they walk to the drinks fountain, finding a pourer full of lemon water and pouring himself a glass. god, he's sweaty. he pts himself down with a cloth napkin, all the while keeping noctis' hand laced firmly with his. the fighting has made him extra clingy, now. )

Did I smudge my makeup?

[ except noctis most definitely notices. he'd eaten out keith's sweet, soft cunt just about dozens and dozens of times since he'd discovered it quite by accident, that even the faintest scent of vanilla or the sight of vanilla ice cream innocently minding its own business would get him hard in his pants.

this is definitely no different. fingers hooked on the straps of those strappy heels, noctis' eyes glaze over when he pinpoints exactly what it is, and his eyes darken at the implication of it. his husband has always had the habit of getting horny in the strangest places, and while noctis should possibly nip that in the bud, all he's thinking about is sucking on all three of those pert little buds and make keith cry for real --

-- he clears his throat. hmm. he follows him, feeling ridiculously proud of the fact that at least keith listened to his suggestion of a non-alcoholic drink, and gods but his waddle is so cute, that's definitely their perfect cover. ]

No, you look perfect. And besides, I think you're on to something here. No one's gonna suspect a pregnant woman and her husband of being... you know.

[ he steps forward a little, rubbing keith's belly fondly. ]

Spies?

( it's said with a hushed, but enthralled kind of tone, keith waggling his eyebrows in a very look how naughty and bad we are kind of way. he sips at his water, head feeling a little better immediately, and hums as noctis rubs his belly, in a way that's very convincingly not a moan.

he pulls up to the side of him, so his belly isn't an issue as he rests his head on noctis' shoulder, snaking an arm around his waist. he turns his head up and waits for a kiss. )

Do you think Iggy and Gladio will be done soon?

I think so.

[ ah, and a reminder that noctis is supposed to be still mad at keith -- they haven't really worked that out yet, have they? still, he leans into that arm around his waist, slipping his own possessively around his as he looks out at the crowd, heels dangling from his fingers. to anyone, they're just a pair, harmless, totally not covering for their other friends.

his hand is resting on keith's belly still, letting his husband snuggle up to him and leaning down automatically to kiss him sweetly on the lips. ]

I'm still supposed to be really mad at you.

( his face is very shortly amused by the mention of their fighting, in that he's still getting a kiss and he's a point rendered moot, but he doesn't let himself look too smug. he's not out of the doghouse yet, and he won't underestimate how serious noctis is when his family's in danger - even if his family is the one that put them in that position.

still, he stays pressed against him, nosing around and kissing at the bend of his jaw as noctis goes back to scanning the floor room. he has his own eyes peeled over his shoulder, watching for anything suspicious. )

Do you want to berate me now, and I can make it up to you later?

You make me crazy, you know.

[ he chides him half-heartedly, exhaling a soft sigh when he realises just what keith is doing, wearing away at everything he wants to berate him lovingly for. hell, even if he wants to, he can't do it when keith's being so cute. ]

And now you're just trying to get back in my good books again.

[ he exhales, paying attention to the surroundings as he squeezes his waist gently. when the music starts up, however, he spots a couple of their targets, right there on the dance floor.

then, ]

We should dance.

( he doesn't mind working hard to get back in noctis' favor. at least he learned what an ass he's been acting like, frustrated more at hindering the mission than upsetting noctis, instead of continuing to fight a tired point. noctis mentions dancing and keith leans shortly back, pressing a soft kiss on the corner of his mouth, before dislodging himself from his handsome husband. stealing his shoes back, he drops them on the floor, toeing them back on his feet before guiding the both of them forward, to the dancefloor.

it's a little difficult to figure out the logistics of dancing with someone who has a beachball tummy, but it works out well enough, even if keith can't press all the way up against him like he'd really like to. he follows noctis' lead, where he'd normally try to lead himself, making more attempts at falling into his womanly role.

he has his fingers in the back of noctis' hair as they sway, although his eyes are stuck over his shoulder, watching some of their people of interest. distractedly, keith smiles, lost in a memory. )

Reminds you of our wedding, huh? ( he hums, remembering it. ) Though, I didn't wear a dress.

[ he's so very beautiful, his keith with his hair done so prettily, made up like a vision, gorgeous and all his. he can't help another swell of pride and affection as he admires him, keeping him in his arms delicately. keith's in his heels again, and he can't help the smallest frown, knowing how it's hell on his feet.

but they have to get close enough to listen to their targets, and hopefully keep getting in their way enough for ignis and gladio to get in and get the information they need. noctis is leading effortlessly, pressing his lips briefly to his cheek and splaying his hand over keith's bare back.

he thinks of their wedding night, burying a smile in his shoulder now with a soft sigh. ]

Didn't matter. You were still the most beautiful I'd ever set eyes on. Still are, too.

( his lips turn up, flush with compliments, daring a kiss to noctis' neck that leaves the pattern on his lips on his skin with red lipstick. he doesn't want to smudge it too much so he keeps his touches gentle and hardly there, although the vanilla scent has only gotten more cloying as time has passed, with noctis' hand burning through his bare skin.

he hums dreamily, flooded with happy memories, coddled by the kind words of his husband. they dance forward to cover the nearest exit from their mark, although they don't seem to be interested in moving anytime soon. )

You're the beautiful one. You looked like a real king on our wedding day. All those medals ...

( keith took a lot of pleasure stripping him out of all those royal sashes and honored medallions at the end of the day, making love into the mattress of their honeymoon suite - and on the floor, and in the kitchen, and out on the balcony. ugh. all this thinking really isn't helping his downstairs situation. now he has to pee, too. )

Spin me.

You smell like a really, really yummy bakery.

[ noctis murmurs warmly, because he can smell it ever so strongly now, cloying and thick in the air and oh, astrals, he's already half hard in his trousers because it's all horribly pavlovian and he's a freak who loves his husband so fiercely and so completely that he'd never have enough of him.

he's greedy for that dreamy smile, the happiness he sees on his face, and he remembers their wedding night, which doesn't help the boner he's sporting, his dick pressing against his impeccably-tailored and extremely expensive trousers. shedding all those royal sashes and metals, the cloak and the crown to sink into his new husband's embrace and drown in his kisses... well. ]

And you look like a proper prince.

[ he murmurs roughly, spinning him and drawing him back into his arms, chest to keith's back, flush and intimate. ] My partner.

( you know how uncomfortable it is to sport an erection when your dick is tucked between your asscheeks? yes, keith went through that level of detail when pulling on this outfit, largely because even his soft dick was visible through the skin tight material of his dress. now he wishes he had the foresight to wear slacks, or come up with another solution to this whole issue - as it stands, his pussy is soaking his dick, and it's both very uncomfortable, and also making him more horny by the second.

he feels calm, though, finally pressed up against noctis the way he wants to be, close and intimate and cuddled in his warmth. sighing, he leans against him, tugging noctis' arms around his waist, so his hands fall flat on the height of his belly. )

You can call me your wife. I know you want to.

( doesn't stop him from calling keith 'mom', but it can be known - keith doesn't really mind either way. pregnancy is a good excuse for this selected intimacy. no one can really gawk or be scandalized by them, because they all have pity for this man's very pregnant, tired looking wife. leaning back, keith presses a kiss on the shell of his ear, murmuring lowly, )

You know, you didn't see what I put on under this dress.

Mm?

[ okay, good, because noctis really, really wants to call keith his wife and he hadn't actually known how to broach that without getting his ass squarely kicked, possibly. keith can be testy about a lot of things, and noctis doesn't want to tempt fate. but he's pressing and cuddled in noctis' arms, and he can't help but grin like an idiot, happy despite their current situation.

things are going pretty smoothly anyway, right? and this whole thing, while it isn't a cover, can actually be a pretty effective one. he's nipping at his earlobe, his hands on the height of his belly, rubbing over it with lazy affection. ]

You put on something freaky even though we were fighting? My wife's such a weirdo.

[ he's snorting softly, thrilled nonetheless because it feels so nice, calling keith his wife. ] What is it?

I was trying to fall into character.

( he says it with a goofy smirk curling up his lip, sighing as he presses back against noctis. it's nothing especially out of their realm - just lacy lingerie, navy blue and a little plain, although keith isn't sure about how flattering it is under his baby-swollen belly. somehow, he gets the impression noctis won't mind one bit. )

Where's the fun in just telling you?

( he'd rather show him. although - not just yet. they have a job to do, and keith can hardly focus on it while their kid does the cha-cha against his bladder. they're swaying together until the song stops and keith stops them, squeezing noctis' hands as he moves to separate. )

Sorry, gotta pee. You wanna come make sure I don't trip and fall?

Yeah-- yeah, of course.

[ which begs another question, now that it's occurring to him. he guides him off the dance floor when the music ends, discreetly gesturing to prompto to have him cover for the both of them.

reluctantly letting keith go but holding his hand, he's leading keith to the bathroom. ]

So... you're going into the girls' bathroom, right? Because falling into character and all.

Nope. ( he says aptly, raising up his eyes jovially. ) Watch and learn.

( things he's learned in his time acting as a woman: men will pretty much give you anything you ask for, if you know how to ask for it. keith leads them into the bathroom, apologetically lifting his hands as the men inside lift their eyes in surprise. he even goes so far as to blush, turning his head to the side to avert his gaze. in his most convincing womanly voice, )

I'm so sorry! I'm ... embarrassed. ( gesturing to his belly. ) Sorry. My husband has to help me, you know ...

( he sheepishly shrugs his shoulders, and because he was polite and embarrassed enough, the men clear out, hushing his worries as they go. in the end, they're left with a free bathroom. keith stretches out his arms, heels clinking forward as he steps into a stall. listen to the waterfall of your beautiful, pregnant husband. )

[ noctis stares at his deviously adorable husband, brows raised at that shameless display of shamelessness, and it's really wonderful. ]

I love you, that was inspired.

[ noctis tells him as he follows him into the stall, tugging on the toilet paper to automatically help him clean his penis off because he's just that kind of husband who would tend to his gorgeous pregnant... husband. ]

My cute little wifey.

( who calls someone 'cute' when they're in the middle of pissing? noctis, apparently. keith laughs through his stream, angling his penis under his big belly - which takes a lot of concentration, and what noctis does sometimes help him with, of his own violation. he offered, the first time - keith never thought to. it was only after he got more and more pregnant, and his bathroom breaks took longer and longer, that noctis ever found something was amiss.

right now, though, he snatches the toilet paper himself, chuckling as he leans back against noctis, cleaning his dick, and then working to tuck it back between his asscheeks. )

Don't touch my dick, I'll get hard.

Aren't you already hard?

[ noctis is a very helpful man, okay. he loves every inch of keith -- thoroughly, fiercely, wonderfully, and when he'd cottoned on to the problem he'd been happy to help out. so he's holding him, letting keith tend to himself, but his fingers stray anyway, brushing over his clits while he's kissing down the line of his neck.

see, he totally isn't touching his dick. ]

You smell all vanilla-y, baby.

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