[His scars, the newer ones at least, at a little more sensitive as Noct runs his fingers over them. He presses back into the other's touch, eyes falling closed and indulging in the long, slow kiss between them before his mouth drops lower, against Noct's jaw.]
Should I make it up to you, then?
[He catches his fingers into the beltloop of Noct's pants, giving a teasing littlebtug as he gives up the pretense of continuing their play-fight.]
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Should I make it up to you, then?
[He catches his fingers into the beltloop of Noct's pants, giving a teasing littlebtug as he gives up the pretense of continuing their play-fight.]