nascere | LET'S PLAY {open post}

[ 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.

That's my cunt, baby. Keep up.

( not that he isn't hard, but - it's the fact of the matter. keith sinks his teeth into his lower lip while noctis moves his hands around him, shivering back and letting out a breathy moan. his raises his arm, hand cupping the back of noctis' head while he sways, grinding himself back down on those hungry little fingers. )

Something about being pregnant ...

( he hums again, free hand sliding up those finely tailored slacks of noctis', tracing the length of his thigh. he claws a little, suddenly desperate. )

I'm horny all the time. And so sensitive ...

Shhhh. I've got you. I've got you.

[ nevermind that this really isn't the best time to fuck like rabbits in a men's toilet, but here he is. he's groaning softly, rocking into his hand because he's already tenting his pants, but. but there are important things to do.

with a reluctant groan, he's prying himself from keith to unlock the door and open it, tugging him out to where the sinks (and more importantly, the full-length mirror is, right beside those sinks.

he extricates himself only to lock the main door, growling as he closes the distance back to his aching little wife. ]

Brace your hands on that mirror, sweetheart. I want to look at you.

( keith is practically dripping with it now, with their new location. his hands flatten on the mirror, breath coming out hot and short. he's making sounds even though he isn't necessarily being touched, idly, softly whining, parting his legs while he waits for it.

firstly though, )

N — Nocty. The door.

( can't have anyone walking in on them. while he sees to the door, keith flicks a stray lock of hair out of his eyes, watching his as he goes.

christ, it's like his ass was carved out of marble. cheekily, )

Still mad?

Really, really mad.

[ he's coming back to him now, coming up behind keith and tugging his dress up to his hips, catching on that belly to reveal what he's wearing underneath. he wants to find out for himself, after all, and he's tugging the zipper down his dress halfway, letting the straps loosen so he can look at those pretty, pert little breasts that's only just started to become a little fuller, rounder.

all for the baby inside of him.

his eyes are dark as he meets keith's gaze in the mirror, just as hungry as he is. ]

Look at you.

( there's an arch to his back that he's positive is prettier when he's smaller - he doesn't especially like the look of his body now that it's all misshapen and huge, and looking into the mirror takes a little effort on his half. he'd rather look at noctis, to be honest - his stunning, handsome, pride of insomnia husband. he lets out soft sounds as noctis goes through the motions of just barely stripping him, unveiling the dark blue lingerie he has on underneath, more graphic and strappy than his usual lacy gear. for the first time, wearing a bra has actually come in handy, supporting his newfound tits that keith loathes at all times, except for while noctis is appreciating them. he can accept that this newfound body holds some sort of pleasure for noctis, although it has basically none for himself. at least his husband still wants to fuck him, thank god.

keith keeps one hand braced on the mirror, while he other trails down, reaching to toy with his engorged clits, sloppy and wet already from the trail of his cunt. keith moans, looking only at noctis in the mirror, biting his lip as a smile threatens to break it. )

Look at yourself.

( he's so handsome - tailored and showing off his perfect body. he should've given noctis a filler ring to keep the place of his insomnia silver one - he's sure he saw women lingering their gazes on him, wanting a slice of what only keith can have. parting his legs, keith groans, swaying his hips from side to side. )

C'mon, honey. Fuck me.

[ noctis knows that keith has a whole load of dysmorphia issues -- he knows that this pregnancy is taking a lot out of him and what he looks like, how his body seems to have run away without him. and noctis, he wants to do everything he possibly can for him to alleviate the stress of it.

his hand comes to gently nudge keith's away, tugging sharply on the underwear, such a treat, to tear it up just because he can. he rips the lace with a low murmur of approval, biting on his ear to push two fingers right into his dripping cunt. his free hand unsnaps the bra, too, exposing those pretty little nipples to the cold air. ]

You're so beautiful, baby. So full and so -- soft. I love how you look, how you feel...

( his fingers feel impossibly good, inside his warm, wet pussy. keith hangs his head down between his shoulders as he tries to keep his groans under control, considering they are still technically undercover. he's restless on those fingers, shifting his hips endlessly to grind back against him. reaching his hand up now, he tugs his hair out, letting it cross over the height of his shoulder. at the same time, noctis rips his panties off and he gasps, wobbling on his feet. fuck, he's sexy. so strong and handsome is his sweet little noctis. he can hardly remember the first time they fumbled angrily over their belts, hissing sweaty insults at each other in between kisses.

they've come a long way, but also, not really. here they are, supposedly fighting, and yet noctis has two fingers inside of him and keith is moaning like he's in heat, sliding his useless bra off his shoulders, the small handful of his breasts bouncing as he situations himself back against the mirror. )

Baby, oh, please, yes yes. Fuck, Noct, we have no time but I want — fuck, baby. You feel so good.

Fucking's happening.

[ noctis grunts softly, because he loves how keith is always so impatient and horny -- not like he has room to talk when his fingers are buried in that wet, squelchy heat and his lover is keening for him. he is so beautiful, and his eyes darken when he watches keith's dark hair tumble over his shoulders.

admiring those breasts, his free hand comes up to squeeze and knead one possessively, rocking up into him and growling, teeth sinking into his shoulder -- it'll leave a mark, but he's beyond caring. ]

Take my dick out.

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