[ If he did have any degree of shame that'd be thrown right out the window the moment Vidar wraps a hand around him, and the contact is like an electric shock. Noctis trembles all over, practically jumping upon Vidar's lap before he curls in against his body and just shoves his forehead atop his shoulder. He feels like he needs to hold on to him, but his hands are a mess, and so he just grips at the fabric of his pants bunched up over his thighs. The toes of his boots scrape against the ground before he digs his heels in, and he starts rutting his hips forward, little quick jerking motions into every stroke, fucking into Vidar's hand. ]
I-I don't think, I'm gonna l-last long...!
[ It's sort of embarrassing, but it feels like this is something he's needed for ages, and suddenly being touched is like the lid pulled off of a boiling pot of water, ready to spill over. ]
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I-I don't think, I'm gonna l-last long...!
[ It's sort of embarrassing, but it feels like this is something he's needed for ages, and suddenly being touched is like the lid pulled off of a boiling pot of water, ready to spill over. ]