[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.]
[It's probably not smart to doze off in the water, for various reasons. But Noctis just can't help himself. He is in Ezio's arms, lips pressed against his skin, fingers idly resting on his body- it feels like the most secure place in the world right now. So can you blame him for wanting to nap? It will be light dozing, Noct tells himself. Ezio will wake him up easily.]
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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.]
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It will be light dozing, Noct tells himself. Ezio will wake him up easily.]