[All of the males in his family have names that end in 'io'. Tradition or whatever.
He shifts a little, wrapping an arm around Noctis as he moves to lay next to him, while the other hand idly runs over the small kitten's head and down it's back.]
[You- you can't just say things like that to him. Especially after a soft kiss like that. He buries his face back down against the shoulder, only his eyes visible.
It's... it's nice. Really. [He squints at him through his blush-] You romantic sap. [The color is not going away which confirms that Noct approves of the nickname.]
[Noct's finger traces over kitten's small paw, very slowly, not to wake it, as he thinks about the question. Does he like it? It's odd, squirming feeling every time Ezio says stuff like that so- yes?]
...You're charismatic. You are making it look like it takes no effort to do it.
[And that's probably because of all the past experience, but look how much he cares. He's basking in the attention of it. His lips remain slightly parted where Ezio's thumb trails the edge of his lips.]
[How much effort did it really take for him to be this way? It had been so long since he'd actually had to put any thought into that he wasn't even sure anymore.
That thumb slips away and he arches upwards, replacing it with his lips, the kiss slow and oh so gentle.]
[There will never be an instance where Noctis doesn't feel like he's about to melt when Ezio's lips touch his. All he can do is just sigh softly and close his eyes.]
Biased as always.
[But there's no actual complaining from him. It's mostly teasing.]
no subject
He shifts a little, wrapping an arm around Noctis as he moves to lay next to him, while the other hand idly runs over the small kitten's head and down it's back.]
There are worse things you could be called.
[Silence. Dead. Silence.
And then:]
Puddle duck.
no subject
He almost dozes off.
But then-]
Pfff-ahahaha- what the hell?! [He almost chokes, needing some air-]
What the hell is that nickname? [He's almost crying.]
no subject
Mostly because the kitten is finally asleep on his chest and he doesn't want the little thing to hate him because he disturbed it.]
You do not like it?
no subject
It's... different. Doesn't suit me.
Kiiiiinda terrible, [he chuckles.]
no subject
Then I suppose I will have to call you bello instead.
no subject
He has to try and hide that blush somehow.]
I...I suppose bello is. It's fine. Yeah...
no subject
That does not make it any better.
no subject
It's... it's nice. Really. [He squints at him through his blush-] You romantic sap. [The color is not going away which confirms that Noct approves of the nickname.]
no subject
Is that what you like? When I'm romantic?
[His fingers trace along the line of that blush, thumb ghosting over full lips before going back to thick black hair.]
no subject
...You're charismatic. You are making it look like it takes no effort to do it.
[And that's probably because of all the past experience, but look how much he cares. He's basking in the attention of it. His lips remain slightly parted where Ezio's thumb trails the edge of his lips.]
no subject
That thumb slips away and he arches upwards, replacing it with his lips, the kiss slow and oh so gentle.]
It is easy when it is the truth.
no subject
Biased as always.
[But there's no actual complaining from him. It's mostly teasing.]
...thank you.
[For the kiss. For the kitten. For everything.]