[Noctis is right where he wants him, spread out on the bed and underneath his body. He purrs like an all too happy King Coruel, and bites at his prince's kiss swollen lips before he pulls away.]
Roll over. [It isn't a suggestion, a wicked look in his eyes before he goes to the nightstand for the lubricant. He has every intention of making good on his promise, after all.]
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Roll over. [It isn't a suggestion, a wicked look in his eyes before he goes to the nightstand for the lubricant. He has every intention of making good on his promise, after all.]