[Harder. Faster. More. Anything to provide that last little push that will send them both tumbling over that invisible edge, body so poised and tightly wound for the descent it felt as though he may come apart at the seams.
Then it comes in the form of that hand wrapping around him, around them, providing blessed friction with each shift, with each roll of his hips. And he gives himself over to that desire, to go harder, faster, until something inside of him snaps and he's falling.
Nails scrap over flesh as it hits, as he rides it out, a constant stream of praise coming from his lips. Of how good it feels, of how beautiful Noctis is when he's like this. How he should moan his name louder so everyone will know what happened between them.]
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Then it comes in the form of that hand wrapping around him, around them, providing blessed friction with each shift, with each roll of his hips. And he gives himself over to that desire, to go harder, faster, until something inside of him snaps and he's falling.
Nails scrap over flesh as it hits, as he rides it out, a constant stream of praise coming from his lips. Of how good it feels, of how beautiful Noctis is when he's like this. How he should moan his name louder so everyone will know what happened between them.]