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You stared at him while he fished, just puzzled as you could be. You squinted at him, mentally scratching your head at his choice of accessories. Sure the King could wear whatever he wanted to on vacation; that wasn’t the problem. Noct always seemed to wear the same casual outfit whenever he was not attending to royal duties… but what is the function of those gloves?!
It somewhat baffled you. He wore them while fishing, slowly taking a leaf out of Iggy’s book and started to wear them all the time, but what was the function of those two-fingered gloves? They didn’t make him any better at fishing, or driving… or anything else, really. Why would they be manufactured like that? Did the designer just forget? How did--
Snap, snap!
You shook from your puzzled thoughts to see Noct looking down at you with a smirk. “You’re staring again.”
“Staring?” you ask blankly, “Staring at what?”
“My gloves.”
“Was I?”
Noct snickers at you, opening his arms for you to settle closer beside him. “Does it really bother you that bad?”
You scoot next to him along the smooth bench, “No, I just… Why are there three fingers missing? It just… confuses me.”
You hear Noct snort at your explanation. “I can’t just look cool?”
“I mean, sure, but…”
Noct cuts you off, tipping your chin upward to look at you. “You really wanna know what they’re for?” His voice dropped to a whisper, a darkening of those sapphire blue eyes catching you off guard as he gently pressed you back onto the vinyl of the yacht you were fishing from. “Because I can show you if you really wanna know.”
He captures your lips before you could finish agreeing to his question, a hungry kiss that threatened to devour you whole if he so chose. He put down his fishing rod to adjust his body on top of yours, the slit of your sundress hanging loose and open to reveal your sun-kissed thigh to him. You feel his bare fingers trail lazy figure eights along your skin, the briefest touch of leather on his palms register for a moment as he makes his way under your dress and between your thighs.
Noct pauses for a swift second, his lips curling into a fiendish smirk as he continues to kiss you, those two uncovered fingers softly teasing your lips before easing into your warm, sweet sex. Index first, then middle; each taking a measured amount of time to ease you comfortably before he makes use of those exposed fingers.
He curls them just so, tickling the very spot that sent you reeling; a mess of broken swears and moans that, had you not been in the middle of the sea, you would be more embarrassed to let slip past your lips. He kisses your cheeks, murmuring sweet nothings along your jawline as he deepens his reach within you. The leather rubs against you smoothly, your body and senses tingling as your beloved takes you higher into the clouds. “Mm… you’re dripping,” he tells you, pressing his thumb to your clit, “You’re absolutely soaked, sweetheart…”
You feel him hardening against you, but he stays where he is, determined to watch you fall apart at his hand; his strangely and inefficiently gloved hand. He whispers praises in your ears and uses his uncovered thumb making lazy circles along your clit and slowly increasing speed. “N-Noct…” you keen, your back raising up to create a graceful arc that the King takes advantage of. He loops his free hand under you, nipping and sucking at your nipples through your dress and keeping you pressed against him. Noct matches your breathing with his fingers inside you, watching you come undone with pleasured moans falling carelessly, ceaselessly from your plush lips.
“You’re so close,” he pants, a slight rutting against your outer thigh betrays his impatience now. “Mm, you’re so close I can feel it, taste it…” He widened the slit of your dress, the warmth of the sun on your bare lower half is short lived the moment his tongue makes a gentle run along your folds. Temporary, but lingering. His free hand leaves your back in favor of your cheek, his thumb grazing over your parted lips as he watches you cum onto his exposed fingers. He lets you catch your breath, his fingers slowly withdraw from your body and are brought to his lips. In your haze, you see him lick his fingers clean of you, magenta streaking across his eyes as he takes you below deck, ignoring his catch swimming off with most of his fishing line.
He tosses you onto the bed, slipping out of his casual attire, pausing with a naughty smirk. "Should I keep them on?" he purrs, biting the bottom of the leather around his wrist.
"They do make you look pretty cool…" you say and let him pull off your clothes, leather getting more acquainted with your skin.
"Yeah? Then tell me, sweetheart, what's the point of packing panties if you aren't going to wear them?"
You bury your face in his shoulder, his laugh vibrating against you. "It's fine. It'll be easier to show you how these gloves really work…"