nascere | LET'S PLAY {open post}

( 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.

( he shudders at noctis' blatant possessiveness, curving towards his body like a dry leaf into its apex. the sharpness of those teeth make him cry out, eyes rolling to the back of his head in profound pleasure. it's got to be a record, how horny and desperate he is in such a short amount of time.

at the instruction, keith makes it a little easier on himself to follow, spinning in noctis' arms in all his almost-naked glory, to dig those manicured nails into the waist band of his slacks. zipper undone, keith pulls out the gorgeous length of him, wrapping his own possessive fingers around his cock, almost too tightly. )

My dick. ( he corrects, biting against noctis' lips with a cocky flair, pulling him in taunt to keith's body, by the grip he has on his dick. ) It knocked me up, I think it's mine now.

( free hand raising, he cups the back of noctis' head and pulls him in, gracefully shoving his tongue in his mouth to fully get across just how owned noctis is. keith would fuck this whole mission over for him, for them, for their baby and the life they're going to lead - nothing is more important than that, and he remembers it suddenly, standing half naked in an enemy bathroom, giving his husband a tugging handjob. )

Now. Be a good daddy and fuck me with it.

Astrals, I fuckin' loveyou.

[ nevermind that they shouldn't be going it at it like horny rabbits in enemy territory. noctis gasps, starry-eyed and full of love when keith practically manhandles him, his cock straining and leaking.

shoving him up against the sink, his eyes heated as lust curls in his chest, a stirring beast that threatens just about every sensible instinct he has.

but whatever. he's fucking his pregnant husband right here in front of this mirror, because noctis would tear the world down for his keith's sake. eyes fastened to the swell of his belly, full and round and knowing with fierce alpha pride that he'd put it there, his smile is feral.

he's already pressing one finger, then two, into the wet, slick grip of his wonderfully tight pussy, the slick, wet sound echoing in the silent room. ]

I fuckin' love what I do to you, baby. Open up for your cock.

( keith lets out a hungry moan as noctis' fingers fall right back where they should be, head rolling backwards. he helps himself onto the ledge of the sink, knees bent up and parted, so noctis has a handsome view of what is presumably his favorite place in the world. keith huffs, hair in his eyes, resting back against the mirror while he draws noctis in by his dick, tugging him in until the gorgeous head of it is rubbing against his wet, creamy folds. if left up to the task, he's positive noctis would draw this out for another few minutes, make keith really want it - but they have no time, and keith has no patience, and so he forces those lean hips forward, his cock sliding into him with no resistance.

groaning gutturally, keith's entire body shudders, raising his arms up to wrap around noctis' neck, dragging their mouths together. fuck, it's perfect - this dick was made for him, fits so good inside him, that keith just has to cry out, sensitive when they've barely just begun. the air in the bathroom is puffy and sex-scented, and keith finds it stifling to breathe in - of course, then there's a knock at the door that draws him out of his wonderland fuck paradise, instinctively clapping a hand over noctis' mouth. )

Occu – it's occupied! ( he declares, sinking his teeth into his lower lip as he leaks on noctis' thick cock, smudging it in all his vanilla frosting come. ) Use the women's bathroom!

[ noctis' moan is muffled halfway when he feels that hand on his mouth, and he's licking his palm shamelessly because when you get to put a baby in the love of your life you get to do that, too. he's fucking him harder, grunting at the thought of someone else outside figuring out what they're doing.

keith sounds raw and wonderful, and he can't help but stare down at him, splitting those soft, plump pussy lips with his dick, the white frosting jizz coating his thick cock as it plunges in and out of keith. it's dirty, so dirty, and he's grabbing keith's chin, forcing him wordlessly to look down in the mirror, to see what they do to each other.

he's pounding into him harder now, balls slapping against his plump, peachy ass as he drives inside him, raw and feral like animals, with keith in his barely there dress and ruined underwear and creamy come, noctis almost-cruelly releasing his chin to pinch his clits.

come scream for him, baby. ]

( he can't really be sure if their interrupter is gone or not, but in the middle of the next few thrusts, keith comes quickly to the conclusion that he really doesn't give a fuck, anymore. let them hear, he's really nonplussed about the whole thing. he's just a pregnant wife getting fucked by his handsome, obscene, entirely too sexy husband, on the porcelain ledge of a sink. he watches noctis' perfect body in the reflection of the mirror, watches him sweat and move over him, fucking him so hard, so good that keith can hardly think straight. his moans echo in the empty bathroom, loud and wanton.

that's all just the opening act, though. noctis pinches at his engorged, hungry little button clits, and keith tosses his head back and yells, stealing his hands both away - one to better brace himself on the sink, the other to cup over his screaming mouth and keep his voice under control. it's not entirely successful, but there is no alternative option. he can't risk the prince's name spilling out of his mouth, and he also can't stop being fucked by him. it feels far too good to cut it off early. )

Fuck, you're so fucking dirty — oh!

( tossing his head back, he reaches back up to pull noctis' head down and into his chest, sandwiching his face in between his breasts. someone's being gluttonous for sensation. )

Your cock, baby. Ah! I wanna get pregnant again and again ... Keep coming inside me ...

[ keith's wild longing is glorious, wonderful -- he's always been so in control of whatever he says that this abrupt veering, the shameless proclamation of him wanting to be impregnated again and again makes noctis even wilder.

he's grasping him tightly in his arms; keith's hitched on the counter but noctis is stronger than he looks, shifting him so that he's keeping keith securely locked in, but not compromising on the pleasure he's relentlessly affording keith.

his pregnant wife, so beautiful and wanting, crying out with such wanton desire, he's burying his head between those tits, greedy mouth seeking out a nipple to suckle and lave, all the while teasing his slippery clits, heavy balls slapping up against swollen pussy lips. he's close, so close, he's already spurting just a little inside him, the wet squelch of their joined bodies even slicker, sliding up against each other. ]

Mmmnngh, baby -- I'm gonna...

( his legs are convulsing around noctis' waist, incapable of doing anything but melt in his hands, body shaking as noctis switches to bare his weight. his husband is strong and fierce and hungry, and keith cries out as his tongue slides across his nipple, absolutely ravished by the man who knows his body better than even himself. there's no one who can play him better and - god does keith love him, god is he happy they aren't fighting anymore. or if they are, he's happy this is how they collectively decide to express it.

he moves his hand to settle against the baby, his plump, round belly, applying a hint of pressure on it which only makes everything feel tighter and better. sweat sticks his hair to his forehead, and watery, overstimulated tears clump his eyelashes, but he finds a way to nod through all his moaning and crying out, which he doesn't even bother to cover up, anymore. everyone knows what's going on in here - he's rescinded himself to that fate. )

Yes, yesyesyes — ( he tightens the muscles of his pelvis, giving noctis a tighter hole to spill inside of, doing everything he can to pull it out of him. ) Yes, Noct, just — inside me, please please, baby. I need it — need you.

[ keith will never be too heavy or too much for him -- his love, his life, noctis pours everything into his embrace, his kisses when he thrusts harder into him, keith's body so impossibly tight that he cries out against his breast, his husband's name on heated lips.

he knows what keith is doing, his perfect, selfless man, and he's raising his head to kiss those tears away, greedy for his mouth when he feels the sheer joy of release, strong hands grabbing keith's ass and squeezing, crushing keith to him while he practically pumps his beloved full of thick, sticky pulses of come, again and again until it's too much, and it's dripping stickily down his thighs.

he's still holding keith, no longer the boy he used to be but growing into the man that he is, his eyes dark as midnight and endlessly adoring. keith needs him, and noctis will always need him in turn; the one person who hangs the sun and stars in his sky. he might still be a little mad at keith, he might not be. who knows? ]

Nnnngh. Keith... damn it, I thought you were gonna suffocate my dick, you went so tight.

( fuck. keith feels every slash of his come, overflowing and filling him so deeply - it's exactly like when he got pregnant, like every time since then. keith is mindlessly rocking into him, clutching on for dear life, overwhelmed in every sense of the word. it's hard to keep track of everything that goes on downstairs, especially when he can't see over his belly, but there's a splash of white decorating noctis' white shirt, that tells him just about everything he needs to know. somewhere in the midst of all this love and fucking and obsessively rutting against each other like horny teenagers, keith came. what's more - he came all over noctis.

well, that's his own fault. keith rests his temple against noctis' cheek, grinning as he sways them, laughing over this whole situation. you really can't take these two anywhere without splattering the walls with jizz - they're so dumb, so in love, so happy. keith lazily presses up against him, his hand still rubbing his stomach, up and down, humming contentedly. )

Baby's kicking.

( he announces, but it's not like those terrible fits the baby has when she wants more food, or a nap, or something else. it's just a calm pitter patter on his stomach, the imprints of little hands and feet pressing through his belly skin. reaching lower, keith snags off the remainder of his shredded underwear, wiping up what he can of himself and noctis with it, before he shoves the effective cum rag into noctis' mouth, shaking his head. )

You're a brute. You owe me underwear.

( he announces, before hopping down, high heels kicked off once more, while he goes to ... attempt to make himself look decent. bra back in place, cock tucked between his ass, dress aligned, make up cleaned up. the last thing is his hair, which he leaves in a looser braid hanging down, there to cover up that hickey noctis left on his shoulder.

poor noctis, though. he has keith's smeared lipstick all over him, including smudged on the fine linen of his shirt's collar. oops. )

Mmmph. You came all over my clothes.

[ noctis playfully complains when he gets keith's panties stuffed into his mouth. it's probably gross, but look, it's hot and sexy and he likes licking keith out and kissing him so really, he doesn't mind. he does remove it and stuff it into his pocket, though, like the little pervert that he is.

but then keith draws attention to the most important thing, looking at down at his stomach warmly before putting both hands on it, rubbing his belly lovingly. he doesn't get to lavish much attention on keith right now, what with the whole cleaning up thing, but he helps as much as he can, tending to keith then himself. nevermind that he's a sweaty, jizzy mess -- he's cleaning up whatever he can, but anyone with eyes knows what just went down here.

cum rag tucked safe in his incredibly expensive, finely tailored pocket, he's trying to un-smudge his collar and clean up the lipstick stains, giving keith's bottom a swat. ]

Come fix me.

( anyone with ears, too, considering keith really wasn't succeeding in censoring his screams. oh well. he looks a little more put together by the end of it, but his dress is still rumpled and his cheeks are still red, sweat glistening his forehead. it'd be pretty obvious even if he wasn't just screaming fuck me loud enough for the entire party to hear. at the playful smack, keith grins, turning to place his hands on the lapels of his husband's jacket. )

If I was going to fix you, I'd have you kneel right here, and make the top match the bottom. ( he draws an invisible line over noctis' mouth, across his eye, alluding to all the places he'd splatter with his jizz, if given the time. ) I think you look perfect, when you're messy.

But, since we're on a time constraint.

( he does what he can, tucking noctis' cock safely back into his pants, tucking in his shirt a little tighter than before, to hide the majority of the stain. keith redoes his tie, buttons up his jacket, and mostly he looks well together enough, except for that stubborn lipstick stain. keith wets a paper towel and starts scrubbing, annoyed at himself for the obvious waste of something that was horribly expensive.

plus, noctis looks damn good in it. maybe they can get it dry cleaned later. )

Alright. ( he's fussing around with his hair now, making it look less tugged on. ) Call Ignis and see if we're good to go? We're gonna have to make a break for the exit, anyway.

[ here's the thing, they can just buy another suit -- noctis has no problems discarding one and moving on to another, no matter how expensive it costs. keith is sweet and endearing as always, and noctis gently chucks him under the chin, grinning sweetly. ]

Hey, it's okay. I can just buy another one.

[ no need for his husband to fret over a suit, right? even if it's possibly costs more than most people earn in a year. all the same, he's happy to bask in keith's wistful promise, getting on his knees and having a great, dirty facial just for keith. he makes a note to get to it once they're properly alone, and fishes out his phone to give ignis a call while keith fusses, happy to be spoiled by him and quite forgetting, for the moment, about their fight.

hell, it's not like noctis is going to rake his beloved, stubborn man through the coals anyway. it only takes minutes to get out of the bathroom and the event, but noctis doesn't stop there, hefting his keith into his arms and carrying him out and into the waiting car.

heh. if keith gets to do what he wants, so does noctis. ]

( buy another one, noctis, you spoiled prince. keith shoots him a look, always remiss to be wasteful, already knowing from years of experience how best to get stains out of clothes. of course, it's never been lipstick before, but - he'd be a horrible housewife if he didn't at least try.

the thought has him chuckling a bit to himself, but then noctis scoops him up and he yelps, grasping his arms around his neck. )

Noct—

( he scolds, but then they're leaving and keith can't finish it, or he risks blowing their whole cover. instead, he just ducks his head into noctis' neck, ignoring the looks they're doubtlessly getting, relieved once he feels the cool night air on his skin, and then the safety of the regalia enclosing them. keith makes no attempt at getting off of noctis, and in fact just plops down in his lap, giving gladio the room to stretch out beside them. he makes a passing comment about them apparently making up, but keith doesn't give him a lot of attention. he's more or less dozing in noctis' lap, palming under his suit jacket and digging into the warmth of him, the baby happily nudging around between them as they speed off to the hotel. noctis and keith have their own room booked for the night of course, and keith is dreaming about it, while ignis lists off the findings of their successful mission.

it really was a shortsighted mistake for keith to demand coming - he isn't even listening to the debrief. he's just breathing softly, hotly on noctis' collar, mostly asleep in a matter of moments. )

[ there is absolutely nothing that noctis loves more than a sleeping keith cuddling up for warmth, snuggled sweetly in his arms. if he hadn't known keith better than that, he would've sworn that this is just another highly-effective maneuver to cute him into not staying mad at him.

but he does know keith better than that; that he is chronically incapable of something like that makes noctis love and adore him all the more for it. he's nosing into his sleeping spouse as he listens, breathing him in and keeping him safe. keith sleeps soundly, and noctis takes care to protect his sleep as well.

all the way up until their private suite, where he delicately lays him on their bed, taking off his heels before crawling up to kiss him sweetly. ]

Mr. Lucis Caelum. Wakey.

( he wakes up with a soft whine, a curled fist moving to rub against his eye gingerly, smudging whatever was leftover from his makeup across his temple. confused, he looks around at their surroundings, trying to piece together where they are and how they got there.

flopping back, he sighs, a catlike arch to his back as he stretches. he releases a sleepy sound like an exaggerated hum, draping the back of his hand across his eyes. )

I fell asleep.

( like noctis wasn't already aware. keith peers down at him, moving his hands to cup his face before smoothly sliding down, undoing the knot of his tie and the first few buttons of his shirt that he can reach. he hasn't forgotten that they haven't really had a level minded conversation about their feelings in regards to their fight, but if noctis isn't going to broach the subject, neither is he. he's just happy they aren't yelling anymore, and that noctis is here and safe, despite keith ... not really having done anything to see to that. unless fucking him in the bathroom was all some sort of ruse to keep him out of harm's way - although that's just rotten, and keith isn't nearly manipulative enough to stomach what it'd take to lie to him, even for his own good.

for now, he just looks at his collar fondly, pushing the suit jacket off his shoulders. mission's over - they can at least be comfy now. )

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