[ He still doesn't say anything about it, but there's always some weird thrill that runs through him seeing Noct on his knees. Maybe it's because, technically, it should be Prompto down there worshiping him, and he sucks in a sharp breath, hands pushing through Noct's hair to gently grip the strands and tilt his face up. ]
You don't even have to do anything to do that... [ But it's probably because he loves Noct, gently stroking his thumb over his cheek before settling back and shifting his hips forward in invitation. He'll have to undo his belt and try to drag his skinny jeans off, but it'll be worth the work, he hopes. ] Really love your mouth though.
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You don't even have to do anything to do that... [ But it's probably because he loves Noct, gently stroking his thumb over his cheek before settling back and shifting his hips forward in invitation. He'll have to undo his belt and try to drag his skinny jeans off, but it'll be worth the work, he hopes. ] Really love your mouth though.