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experimenstation2018-10-18 03:24 am
berriedmemories) wrote in experimenstation2018-10-18 03:24 am
No matter how many nights that you'd lie wide awake
Noctis realized very quickly that spending his first bit of pay on a jacket was stupid.
It had taken a bit of doing, a more detailed review after multiple uses, a couple pictures even. But now he had something much, much more comfortable. Something that made all the awkwardness around shaving worthwhile. It was maybe a touch shorter than he would've liked but in this place he'd take what he could get. Because now that he was soft and smooth from the waist down the feel of the body suit was driving him even more crazy than it had initially.
Which found Noctis in the common room dressed in an elegant silk kimono style robe, a rich silvery grey overlaid with delicate black lace. It wasn't terribly warm but it felt amazing, decadent and perfect against his skin, the cool color casting him a shade or three paler than his usual black attire. And if, now that he was comfortable in his own skin again, he let himself sprawl on the couch, easing his back and settling in to doze well... who could blame him?
Yell at the princeling for sleeping in public spaces or simply ogle the way that robe creeps up to barely decent levels as he naps? The choice is yours.
It had taken a bit of doing, a more detailed review after multiple uses, a couple pictures even. But now he had something much, much more comfortable. Something that made all the awkwardness around shaving worthwhile. It was maybe a touch shorter than he would've liked but in this place he'd take what he could get. Because now that he was soft and smooth from the waist down the feel of the body suit was driving him even more crazy than it had initially.
Which found Noctis in the common room dressed in an elegant silk kimono style robe, a rich silvery grey overlaid with delicate black lace. It wasn't terribly warm but it felt amazing, decadent and perfect against his skin, the cool color casting him a shade or three paler than his usual black attire. And if, now that he was comfortable in his own skin again, he let himself sprawl on the couch, easing his back and settling in to doze well... who could blame him?
Yell at the princeling for sleeping in public spaces or simply ogle the way that robe creeps up to barely decent levels as he naps? The choice is yours.