That curious little noise from Ravus earns a warm throaty purr from Noct, a sound no human should be capable of though it's not the steady rumble of a cat, something more staccato and pronounced. But a sound of reassurance all the same, paired with soothing fingers dipping back into silver hair. It does make him slow himself slightly, too. Just enough to give Ravus time to learn to mimic what he's doing rather than be completely overwhelmed.

It's hard to remember how difficult it can be to figure out how to breathe when kissing someone so deeply, though, and it does not occur to him to back off to give the older man space to catch his breath. He's far too busy luxuriating in the heat of Ravus' mouth, soft lips and the strong line of his jaw beneath one clawed thumb. If the other prince's fingers remain there, low on his back, he will have to suffer the consequences, however. Namely the way Noctis squirms against him, pressing in close to his chest, weight solid and warm in his lap before rolling against him to lift into the scratches. At least until it becomes too much of an arch in his back and he slumps in close again with a shudder and soft whines.