[Gods he loved hearing Noctis when he is worked up, and it makes him shudder as much as the teenager touching him. The pace he sets is of rough and fast strokes, all heat and no grace to bring them the quickest to the peak of their pleasure.]
Hell no. [Like he could even think of stopping? It wasn't possible. He drops his head to run his mouth against skin, stubble rough against the Prince as his Shield works them up to the point of too much, too soon, all with heated and very obvious and loud noises of pleasure.]
no subject
Hell no. [Like he could even think of stopping? It wasn't possible. He drops his head to run his mouth against skin, stubble rough against the Prince as his Shield works them up to the point of too much, too soon, all with heated and very obvious and loud noises of pleasure.]