Noct drags in a deep breath, enjoying the tightness of those arms around him, savoring the scent of Ravus and burrowing in close to the other man. There's a part of him that can't help considering how easy it might be to just grind down against him once more. After that earnest declaration of intent, though, Noct can't bring himself to do it. Which... is torturous in its own way when he's so recently been introduced to just what arousal feels like with the changes in his body.

Thankfully it's also a hell of a lot easier to hide now. Hopefully, Ravus is as painfully inexperienced as his kisses might have implied and won't be thinking too hard about the extra heat against him. Or maybe that's exactly why he might be thinking about it. Noctis heaves out a breath, burying his face in Ravus' shoulder for a moment with a quiet groan.

"You can't just say things like that. What did I say about making people swoon?" His tone is playful but there's a hint of something strained under it. Something that has Noct tilting his head to press another kiss against Ravus' jaw, teeth nibbling softly at the skin there. "Y-yeah... I get what you mean... but I should really get out of your lap then..." Reluctant as all hell but it needs to be said.