nascere | LET'S PLAY {open post}

( 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. )

Yeah, you definitely did.

[ noctis tells him fondly. it's hard to stay angry with him when he's sleepy and cute, and he's smudging his eyeliner and eyeshadow everywhere and he looks like a panda, a cute and pregnant panda, but noctis doesn't have the heart to tell him that. he's coming to snuggle him, carelessly shrugging off his suit, tugging his tie free and rolling his shoulders to dump his shirt before reaching to help keith wiggle out of that beautiful, form-fitting dress. ]

But we need to get a shower, though. Wash off all the sweat and jizz and stuff. And then we gotta talk.

[ he tells him gently, because strangely enough, he's not as sleepy as keith is. it's a good thing, though, it means that noctis can take care of his husband and get him washed up nicely and ready for bed. he moves off of him now, stripping off the rest of his clothes and steps onto the carpet, comfortably naked.

he's reaching out a hand to him, kissing his knuckles to reassure him that no, he's not mad. ]

C'mon, baby.

Mkay.

( groggily, keith wakes up, one second at a time before he heaves himself up, so noctis can strip his bra and leave him completely naked. he's soothed by the kiss, pleased enough to know that they're past the yelling phase of fighting and more into the actually coming to an agreement. it works, because keith has plenty on his mind he's ready to have a level minded talk about. for now, though. showering is priority. keith leads them into the bathroom, turning the spray on something nice and hot. it only takes moments to heat up and then he's bullying noctis inside, molting himself against his side, arms snaking around that handsome, slender waist.

he takes a deep breath against the side of his throat, turning to mouth against his collarbone. )

You smell so good. Whatever cologne you're wearing is nice.

( they can both wait until they have clothes on to argue. for now keith is enjoying being close to him, baby happily bouncing between them, as keith licks his neck. whatever he's wearing is different from usual - special. keith hums into it, gathering some soap and rubbing it across noctis' body. )

It's the one you bought me for our anniversary.

[ he reminds him sweetly, because even if he was mad at keith he hadn't stopped loving him or treasuring the gift he'd bought him. happy to help soap keith up too, he's grinning down at his belly, rubbing over where he can see their baby bouncing. ]

Hello, little baby. You like it, huh?

[ he's rubbing his belly again, before humming softly and kneading soapy fingers into his ass. noctis cuddles close, admiring him for himself before soaping up keith's dick too. mmm, nice. ]

She's happy we're not fighting. She was throwing a fit earlier.

( making daddy sick while he's on mission is very rude, you know. all for the best though, because if keith hadn't insisted on coming, he'd be alone in a too huge room right now, so. at least there's that upside. he relaxes as noctis rubs over the stretched skin of his stomach pulled taunt, shimming a bit as they drift to naughtier places. keith tucks a smile up against noctis' mouth, chuckling soft enough to get lost in the sound of rushing water as he scratches his fingernails down noctis' chest, scratching loose the dirt and sweat and jizz involved in fucking your husband in a public bathroom.

their baby's foot is pressing up hard enough against his stomach to poke out a bit, just under noctis' palm. )

I was thinking about names. You know, just in passing.

Hot-tempered. Like you, then.

[ noctis murmurs thoughtfully, looking down in open fascination when he feels their daughter's tiny little foot press very very lightly against his palm. oh, he will never get tired of this. he will never not marvel at the wonder of this tiny, determined little life.

he's tugging the showerhead out, more to rinse keith off, then himself, enjoying this sweetly intimate, domestic thing. eyes warm, he asks, ]

Yeah? What were the ones you thought of?

And you.

( ok maybe not as bad as keith, but. okay, actually not at all. keith gives him an apologetic look. why couldn't their child be as calm as noct?

thoroughly rinsed, keith ducks his head under the spray just to get it wet, before turning the water off entirely and using noctis' strong arm to help himself out of the shower. he grabs a towel for him to step into, something warm and fluffy, enveloping him entirely. )

Gwendolyn. Or maybe something more Galra, like Yula? ( his mouth twists, in thought. ) I like names with nicknames, though. Maybe something else.

We can definitely look through the different names.

[ noctis tells him helpfully, happy to be dried off and drying keith off in turn, fluffing the white towel in his wet hair before grabbing a robe and helping his husband into it. he takes good care with him, aware of just how slippery the floor is, and takes keith's hand when they're appropriately robed up and dried for the evening ahead.

there still are things they need to talk about, and he's leaning in to press soft kisses against his cheek, murmuring. ]

You can't do that again, Keith. Promise me.

( it's a luxury suite, fitting of someone of noctis' undercover stature - rich, but understated just enough to be ordinary in the wealth. keith, now warmed by a robe and a kiss, tugs away from noctis and walks over to the kitchen, hungry as ever. at least he's eating for two, though.

after a short look around he finds the makings for peanut butter sandwiches and sets to making them each one, letting noctis' request sit in the open air between them while he mulls it over. he's twisting the cap off the peanut butter when he finally clicks his tongue, butter knife clenched loosely in hand. )

Fine.

( it's an easy enough agreement - keith knows he shouldn't be here. not if he wants to protect their baby, which of course he does. he point at noctis with a very threatening butter knife, lifting his brows. )

But you need to stop going on these missions.

[ noctis waits -- he knows that there are times when keith won't take his words too kindly; hell, the recent blowup is proof enough that they are more than capable of one hell of a quarrel if they put their minds to it.

but this reminds noctis of one important, crucial thing: his keith isn't being stubborn for the sake of it. keith had come from a place of concern, of profound care and the desire to see him safe, and noctis can't fault him for that.

he watches him carefully, cautiously, but then when keith makes a counter-request of his own, noctis bites back an instinctive sigh; no, he knows it wouldn't be that easy.

no, he has to be reasonable and calm about this. ]

Why?

( his eyes go up to the ceiling in thought, cheek sucked in for his teeth to gnaw on, before he carries on fixing their sandwiches, hopping from foot to foot. he knows his pregnancy has built in him this tendency to overreact, and he spends some time thinking over if that might be the case now, worriedly knitting his brows. making them snacks is a helpful distraction that keith nosedives into, licking peanut butter off the knife once he's done with it. )

Because.

( he scrunches his nose up, but inevitably sighs, palms flat on the counter as he looks up at noctis, a little intensely, but a little pleadingly, too. )

I know I don't know anything about being an heir to anything, and I know you have a responsibility to your country, but. ( he gestures to himself. ) You have a responsibility to your family, too. Right? Me and your unborn child. What am I going to do if something happens to you, because me and Black weren't there to protect you?

[ ah, that's where they're at. noctis is coming over now, drawing close to him and moving around to take him into his arms, delicately setting the butter knife aside. keith's definitely given this one hell of a lot of thought, and the genuine vulnerability in his words make him soften.

they're not going to fight, not again. no shouting, no freaking out. he cups his face now, urging keith to look up at him. keith is right, on all counts; now that he's married, he can't just go out willy-nilly and get himself into trouble the way he had before.

he has a husband and their child, and he's leaning down to press a kiss to his lips, soft and gentle and designed to soothe. ]

Nothing will happen to me, I promise. And you're right. I have a responsibility to you and our kid. I'm sorry I got mad at you earlier.

( he keens into him, satiated by the closeness. of course he's upset by it - he doesn't like thinking about noctis, doesn't want to think about it ever, but it's something you have to consider when you're having a baby, and your husband is always the first person people go to for help. keith settles his hands on noct's waist, fingers digging into his robe. )

I'm sorry I was mad, too. I know you're only ever trying to protect us.

( that much has been true since before there was an us between them, but that's neither here nor there. keith leans up, pressing a kiss on the height on noctis' cheekbone, letting their foreheads rest against each other. )

I had to stop going on Marmora missions. Not because I wanted to, but 'cause I look like a walrus, and can barely walk a block before everything hurts and I need a nap. ( he tugs down noctis' hand to rest on his protruding belly. ) If I wasn't big, you know I'd still want to be out there. But it's not safe, not for her. She needs both of us. You know that.

( growing up, it was keith's dad. for noctis, it was his mom - he doesn't want their child to know the emptiness that a parent leaves behind. )

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