Noctis' lips parted for Gladio easily while the other kissed him slowly. He almost pressed forward against his shield, but he stopped when Prompto's arm held him even closer. It was almost comforting and the king had to let out a soft sound of appreciation against Gladio's lips.

It's almost laughable how easily he's ready to submit to his friends, but that's a thought for another time.

He lowered his hand to find Ignis' shoulder. It was a gentle touch. Something to let him know that he appreciated the words and the short break they were allowed for the evening. Something that let him know that he was there.

He could feel the hand at his waist go lower, and Noctis was already aware of where it was headed. When it squeezed against his ass, it forced a low sound from him as he arched his back.

There's something he wanted to say about Prompto's lack of attendance at the meetings, but Noctis would save that for another time.