Ravus withdraws and for a fleeting moment Noctis makes to chase after him, one more soft nip at the full pout of Ravus' lower lip before he surrenders to press his teeth hard against his own lip. His head falls back for a moment, savoring the drag of clawed hands over the bare skin at his sides, along his arms. By the time Ravus' hands are at his neck, where the jeweled collar of that sheer halter top sits over an equally extravagant collar of fur, Noct is lifting his head once more to follow the guidance of Ravus' hands. Just as he tips his head forward he also rocks his hips forward, truly grinding against the other man's lap once more before words make him blink repeatedly.
It takes another beat before Noct can focus on the words Ravus is saying and not the way kiss-bruised lips move, pink and full against impossibly pale skin. For just an instance Noctis wants to argue, his jaw tensing beneath the other man's fingers as his mind catches up. What he deserves sounds an awful lot like what someone else has decided for him yet again. As the rest of what Ravus says actually sinks in though he is left smiling softly. He shakes his head a little, dismissing that flicker of anger and pressing his face into Ravus' palm to leave another kiss there. Then another at his wrist and another... and another, gradually working up his arm until Noct is leaning so far into him that he has little choice but to collapse against his chest once more.
The kiss that follows his fall, yet again finding those perfect lips, is soft and languid, though. No more than the press of lips and a hum of contentment. "Are you saying you want to take me on a date, Ravus?" Playful and warm, words slurred sleepily together in places. He makes a point of clearing his throat a little, though, so he can finish the thought with more clarity. He doesn't want Ravus doubting the sincerity of his words simply because he's had one too many glasses of wine. "'Cause I think I'd really like that."
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It takes another beat before Noct can focus on the words Ravus is saying and not the way kiss-bruised lips move, pink and full against impossibly pale skin. For just an instance Noctis wants to argue, his jaw tensing beneath the other man's fingers as his mind catches up. What he deserves sounds an awful lot like what someone else has decided for him yet again. As the rest of what Ravus says actually sinks in though he is left smiling softly. He shakes his head a little, dismissing that flicker of anger and pressing his face into Ravus' palm to leave another kiss there. Then another at his wrist and another... and another, gradually working up his arm until Noct is leaning so far into him that he has little choice but to collapse against his chest once more.
The kiss that follows his fall, yet again finding those perfect lips, is soft and languid, though. No more than the press of lips and a hum of contentment. "Are you saying you want to take me on a date, Ravus?" Playful and warm, words slurred sleepily together in places. He makes a point of clearing his throat a little, though, so he can finish the thought with more clarity. He doesn't want Ravus doubting the sincerity of his words simply because he's had one too many glasses of wine. "'Cause I think I'd really like that."