[The shivers have nothing to do with the night anymore, no more excuses and hiding, not when Ezio's hands are on him now. Knowing that this is him causing all of this, causing Noctis to step even closer, to lean into the touch with his eyes half-closed.
The gentle touch is a stark contrast to the words he speaks and Noctis bites the inside of his cheek to not say something ridiculous. Slowly, his fingers crawl up Ezio's chest, until they are gripping on the edges of the hood he's wearing, bringing his face even closer to him.]
If you think I deserve it...
[Teasing brush of lips, the mischief he likes to do and get a bruising kiss in return from him. It's never enough.]
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The gentle touch is a stark contrast to the words he speaks and Noctis bites the inside of his cheek to not say something ridiculous. Slowly, his fingers crawl up Ezio's chest, until they are gripping on the edges of the hood he's wearing, bringing his face even closer to him.]
If you think I deserve it...
[Teasing brush of lips, the mischief he likes to do and get a bruising kiss in return from him. It's never enough.]