[Honestly, neither can Ezio. Whatever his original excuse had been was gone from his mind now, lost forever in favor of the way Noctis was currently looking at him. The way those eyes turned to glass, the way those hips pressed against him and he could feel everything so perfectly.]
How should I reward you for being so good?
[It's spoken as he takes a step forward, the roof's surface thankfully flat and even, forming a path towards the little garden and the spot patches of grass it boasted. As if there was any other way this was going to end then with them fucking each other senseless in the dirt.]
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How should I reward you for being so good?
[It's spoken as he takes a step forward, the roof's surface thankfully flat and even, forming a path towards the little garden and the spot patches of grass it boasted. As if there was any other way this was going to end then with them fucking each other senseless in the dirt.]