Noctis laughs, low and warm against pale skin, before finally putting just enough space between them that he can meet Ravus' gaze again, a playful smirk on his lips. "Prom's the dog type. I'm definitely more cat."

True to his word Noctis does as cats do, greedily pushing up into Ravus' hand with a drawn out groan of satisfaction. Demanding and greedy and very much taking what he wants consequences be damned. Which is also what has him so very close to Ravus once again, ocean eyes gone dark and heated. Then Noctis closes the distance between them, capturing Ravus' lips in another kiss. This time he does not surrender it, though. No he stays right there, lips pressed firmly against the other man's, lapping gently at the seam of his lips until he can delve his tongue into Ravus' mouth. It doesn't really occur to him that, so much older than him, Ravus might not be terribly familiar with the sort of deep, possessive kiss Noctis presses upon him.