[There are literally a dozen ways he could think of to take Noctis at that moment.
Both of them on their knees with the other before him, face pressed into the thick grass and panting his name. Him on his back with Noctis above him, riding him as if his life depended on it. Against the chimney stack nearby, bricks digging into skin and leaving both of them torn and bruised.
But that coat opens and there's so much revealed to him. Places where his lips hadn't yet touched, still pristine and without those lovely purple and red welts that marked Noctis as his own.
Lips brush over a bare shoulder, teeth tugging at the material of the dress before moving across it to nip at the protrusion of collar bone.]
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Both of them on their knees with the other before him, face pressed into the thick grass and panting his name. Him on his back with Noctis above him, riding him as if his life depended on it. Against the chimney stack nearby, bricks digging into skin and leaving both of them torn and bruised.
But that coat opens and there's so much revealed to him. Places where his lips hadn't yet touched, still pristine and without those lovely purple and red welts that marked Noctis as his own.
Lips brush over a bare shoulder, teeth tugging at the material of the dress before moving across it to nip at the protrusion of collar bone.]
On your back.