[A soft sound falls from his lips, a sigh forced to sound contented at the last moment despite feeling anything but.
Lips press into the mess of Noctis' hair, against a temple and again at his cheek, before settling back, letting the heat of the water soothe over him.]
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Lips press into the mess of Noctis' hair, against a temple and again at his cheek, before settling back, letting the heat of the water soothe over him.]