Whatever he was expecting quickly flies right out the window in favor of owlish blinking down at the extremely feline gesture. He doesn't remove his hand, nor does he stop the slow curl and flex of his fingers in the downy fur. Nothing too intense, just the slow test of that reflex, and how it pulls such interesting sounds out of Noctis.
He's not upset, which is good, Ravus idly thinks. Because the thought is truly only passing once the other prince presses warm kisses along his neck. He can likely feel the hard swallow Ravus has to choke down to keep from making any curious noises of his own. All that properly escapes is the hard exhalation he forces out, and the sharp way he takes in another breath in the hopes of keeping it somewhat together. It's really not helped by the slight tug at his scalp where Noctis has his fingers woven through his hair.
"I've yet to accused of such a thing," he manages to say with minimal slurring. Low, and deep, breathed out just between the two of them. Almost like he's forgotten they're technically in a crowded public space, and he likely shouldn't be taking such a tone with someone that's already spoken for quite a few times over.
Really, that scandalous thought makes him almost laugh. Just an amused sound he muffles in Noctis' hair. How ridiculous. He really must be so far gone to have such wild notions floating about. He's only got the crown prince of Lucis, barely clothed, in his lap, and arching his hips up into Ravus' hands. Kissing his neck, telling him he's nice, practically reining him by the hold in his mane. That's all!
"You're like a house cat," is the brilliant thing he tacks on. "I've always been more of a dog person, but I'm seeing the appeal."
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Whatever he was expecting quickly flies right out the window in favor of owlish blinking down at the extremely feline gesture. He doesn't remove his hand, nor does he stop the slow curl and flex of his fingers in the downy fur. Nothing too intense, just the slow test of that reflex, and how it pulls such interesting sounds out of Noctis.
He's not upset, which is good, Ravus idly thinks. Because the thought is truly only passing once the other prince presses warm kisses along his neck. He can likely feel the hard swallow Ravus has to choke down to keep from making any curious noises of his own. All that properly escapes is the hard exhalation he forces out, and the sharp way he takes in another breath in the hopes of keeping it somewhat together. It's really not helped by the slight tug at his scalp where Noctis has his fingers woven through his hair.
"I've yet to accused of such a thing," he manages to say with minimal slurring. Low, and deep, breathed out just between the two of them. Almost like he's forgotten they're technically in a crowded public space, and he likely shouldn't be taking such a tone with someone that's already spoken for quite a few times over.
Really, that scandalous thought makes him almost laugh. Just an amused sound he muffles in Noctis' hair. How ridiculous. He really must be so far gone to have such wild notions floating about. He's only got the crown prince of Lucis, barely clothed, in his lap, and arching his hips up into Ravus' hands. Kissing his neck, telling him he's nice, practically reining him by the hold in his mane. That's all!
"You're like a house cat," is the brilliant thing he tacks on. "I've always been more of a dog person, but I'm seeing the appeal."