[It's been a long week. Actually, it's been a long month. A long life, if you will.
The point here is that Noctis deserves something nice. And tonight, that something nice is coming in the form of a photo.
The lighting is dim and soft, as if it were being taken by lamp or candlelight. But the expanse of white sheets and the man who currently lay atop them are all too visible.
Ezio is stretched out upon his stomach, arm cradling the pillow his face is currently smushed down into, leaving only one eye and half of that signature smirk visible. Further along inches of his bare back are revealed, followed by the round tauntness of his bare ass. And if one were to look very, very carefully, they would see the silvery white of a new scar proudly displayed on his throat.
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The point here is that Noctis deserves something nice. And tonight, that something nice is coming in the form of a photo.
The lighting is dim and soft, as if it were being taken by lamp or candlelight. But the expanse of white sheets and the man who currently lay atop them are all too visible.
Ezio is stretched out upon his stomach, arm cradling the pillow his face is currently smushed down into, leaving only one eye and half of that signature smirk visible. Further along inches of his bare back are revealed, followed by the round tauntness of his bare ass. And if one were to look very, very carefully, they would see the silvery white of a new scar proudly displayed on his throat.
Enjoy your nice thing, Noct.]