[When the other draws back, the king brings hands to his shoulders. He wants to keep him close. He doesn't want him to pull away. Just stay and do what he's doing. His hands slide down a strong back back as he looks into amber eyes and--]

Fuck...!

[That was hard, intense. Noctis' back arches off the bed and he presses his hips down to get more of that glorious friction. The hand stroking him is hard and fast and he groans loudly. His breath is coming in pants and he can't stop himself from making a sound with every breath.]

D-don't stop...