[Despite the distance currently separating them, it was so incredibly easy to let his eyes slip closed, to imagine that it was Noctis surrounding him. That it was his body he was currently slipping inside of, gripping tight with each slow, teasing stroke. Even as his hand mimicked each imagined movement, firm and drawn out, despite the way his body was begging him to give in, to thrust his hips into that heat and ride out the pleasure to completion.
But he doesn't. Because Noctis is right. It feels so incredibly good that he wouldn't stop even if an earthquake began at that very moment.]
You would feel so good. [Those eyes slip back open as he speaks, depths darkened with the fire that's currently raging inside him.] My fingers would wrap around you and stroke until I felt you shudder around me.
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But he doesn't. Because Noctis is right. It feels so incredibly good that he wouldn't stop even if an earthquake began at that very moment.]
You would feel so good. [Those eyes slip back open as he speaks, depths darkened with the fire that's currently raging inside him.] My fingers would wrap around you and stroke until I felt you shudder around me.