[A very long week indeed. And a very long day at work too and Noct was feeling half-dead when he entered the shower.
If his device didn't ping in an alert that he got the message, he'd spend another thirty minutes in it.
The 'who is texting me at this hour' grumble is replaced by raised eyebrows and a small smirk. Everything about this shot is perfect. Noct licks the back of his teeth at the mark, memory too vivid of how Ezio got it.
It would be a shame not to return the favor, right?
Ezio doesn't get a written text as a response. He gets a picture of Noctis, fresh out of the shower, he didn't even dry yet, hair messy and every which way, his skin flushed from the heat of the water, making the bite on his own neck stand out as well. The picture doesn't incorporate the ass aspect... yet.]
text; un; noct.gar
If his device didn't ping in an alert that he got the message, he'd spend another thirty minutes in it.
The 'who is texting me at this hour' grumble is replaced by raised eyebrows and a small smirk. Everything about this shot is perfect. Noct licks the back of his teeth at the mark, memory too vivid of how Ezio got it.
It would be a shame not to return the favor, right?
Ezio doesn't get a written text as a response. He gets a picture of Noctis, fresh out of the shower, he didn't even dry yet, hair messy and every which way, his skin flushed from the heat of the water, making the bite on his own neck stand out as well. The picture doesn't incorporate the ass aspect... yet.]