Together they walked through the dark streets of the city, broken only here and there by the yellowish glow of streetlamps. The night was quiet; only now and then could the distant sound of a passing car or the clatter of a loose sign in the wind be heard.
They had stayed with Noah and Ashe far longer than originally planned. But Isaac had obviously been having so much fun that Noctis hadn't had the heart to take him away earlier. It was rare to see Isaac laugh so freely. So he had simply let the time pass.
Slowly but surely, Isaac was thawing— even if he didn't want to admit it.
Not only toward him, but toward Noah and Ashe as well. Normally he wouldn't have liked Isaac dividing his attention between several people who weren't him, yet he recognized the necessity for the three of them to hold on to their team spirit. The stronger their bond was, the safer Isaac would be.
That was all he wanted. After all, he could almost never be with him when he went on a raid.
Beside him, Isaac stretched extensively, his shoulders cracking softly.
"The cool night air really helps to sober up a bit again," he said, his words slightly slurred.
Noctis shot him an amused sideways glance.
"I'm more surprised you can still walk straight after that whole bottle of wine."
Isaac snorted quietly. "Why shouldn't I? I can do more than people assume at first glance."
The pride in his voice was unmistakable.
Noctis slipped an arm around Isaac's waist and pulled him a little closer. Almost immediately Isaac wrapped an arm around him as well and leaned lightly against him while they continued walking.
Cute, Noctis thought with a smile. He loved it when Isaac nestled against him like that.
"Are you tired?"
"Nah," Isaac mumbled.
He turned his head slightly toward Noctis and took a deep breath, which nearly made them both lose their balance. Noctis stopped briefly and held him steady until Isaac was firmly on his feet again.
Isaac blinked once, then murmured, "You smell good."
Noctis raised an eyebrow. That had come completely out of nowhere—Isaac must really be quite drunk.
"Oh really? I thought the smell of gin would drown out everything else."
Isaac pulled a face.
"If I remember correctly," Noctis continued, "earlier you said: The smell of gin is worse than the smell of vomit. Correct me if my memory is failing me."
Isaac promptly pinched his side.
"You know perfectly well I didn't mean it like that," he muttered, embarrassed.
Noctis couldn't suppress a quiet smirk. Isaac was simply too cute—especially when he was drunk. His usually controlled demeanor developed small cracks, and through them slipped these unfiltered, honest reactions.
And that was exactly why Noctis couldn't resist teasing him a little further.
"Is that so?" he asked innocently. "Somehow I don't believe you."
They reached the building where Noctis had his apartment. There were quite a few things he still intended to do with Isaac that evening—unfortunately, not all of them belonged to the truly pleasant category. Still, he decided to start with the enjoyable things first.
Isaac should at least be somewhat sober when they got to the less pleasant topics.
For one, it bothered him that Noah wore a bracelet Isaac had given him. Talisman or not. In all the years they had known each other, Noctis had never received anything from Isaac. Granted, he had one or two of Isaac's paintings hanging in his apartment, but nothing he could carry close to him.
Aside from that, he still needed to talk to him about his magic. Noctis still couldn't believe that he maintained the talisman continuously and was still able to weave additional spells while carrying out his assignments.
Isaac never truly seemed strained. He simply did what needed to be done. If Noctis had known about it earlier, he would have already talked some sense into him. Why did he have to be so unbelievably stubborn? Perhaps it was simply because Isaac had never had a real teacher when it came to magic—otherwise he would handle some things much more easily.
Noctis had tried to help him as best he could, but Isaac had often turned away from him and tried to understand on his own what he was capable of accomplishing.
Isaac had potential when it came to magic. Quite a lot of it, in fact. Unfortunately, his stubbornness was just as enormous.
Especially since he was used to casting spells on a daily basis.
"You don't believe me?" Isaac asked, his voice darker than before.
Suddenly Isaac pushed him against the wall of the building, tearing him out of his thoughts.
"Then maybe I should prove it to you," he murmured. "As you know, I'm not particularly good with words."
Isaac wrapped his arms around Noctis's neck and pulled him down slightly. Before Noctis could react, Isaac's soft lips were already on his. Not that he had any objection.
Quite the opposite.
Without hesitation, Noctis slid his arms around Isaac's waist and pulled him closer while returning the kiss and deepening it. If Isaac was offering himself so openly, he certainly wasn't going to be the one holding back.
His fingers pressed more firmly along Isaac's back as their lips met and parted again. Isaac's breathing grew faster, and when Noctis deepened the kiss once more, he felt Isaac let out a quiet moan.
Noctis could never get enough of hearing him moan. Or that heavy breathing. Noctis loved feeling how fast Isaac's heart beat when they were close. If he could, he would truly devour him, body and soul.
Again and again, until Isaac no longer thought about his duties and had eyes only for him. Just like right now. He could feel how hard Isaac was, subtly rubbing himself against Noctis's thigh, and Noctis would be lying if he claimed he wasn't just as aroused.
He could hardly wait to feel him.
Breathless, he broke the kiss for a moment.
"You're getting pretty bold," Noctis said with a crooked grin. "Is that the alcohol talking? Or why are you suddenly so forward—in the middle of the street?"
Isaac made a slight face.
"Shut up," he muttered. "Why do you always have to talk so much?"
Noctis chuckled softly.
"We could also just do it right here," he said, letting his hand slide over Isaac's hip. "I really don't care what the neighbors think."
His fingers brushed over Isaac's perfect ass.
"Well? What do you think?"
Without hesitation, he switched their positions and pressed Isaac against the wall. He positioned his leg between Isaac's and slowly rubbed his hard erection against him, drawing a sweet moan from Isaac.
A satisfied smile flickered across Noctis's lips.
He loved it when Isaac wavered between reason and desire. When he moved beneath him, uncertain whether to hold back or keep going.
And Noctis loved the look in his eyes most of all in moments like these.
"Do you like the idea," Noctis breathed close to Isaac's ear, his voice barely more than a warm whisper, "of me pressing you against this wall? So exposed that any passerby could see us? Does that turn you on?"
Isaac's breath hitched.
"Damn," he muttered quietly.
The next moment he pushed Noctis away. His face was so red that Noctis could clearly see it even in the dim light of the streetlamp. Isaac averted his gaze, as if trying to keep Noctis from seeing that expression any longer.
"Let's go upstairs, okay?" he said softly. "I don't want anyone to see us."
Noctis studied him for a moment, then leaned forward and gave him a brief, gentle kiss on the lips.
"Good answer," he murmured. "I wouldn't want to share that view with anyone anyway."
Isaac's expression grew even more embarrassed.
"It drives me insane how you always act like everything goes exactly the way you want it to," he grumbled.
Suddenly Isaac shot him an annoyed look. He grabbed Noctis's hand and pulled him impatiently along. They waited for the elevator. Amused, Noctis watched Isaac tapping his foot restlessly. The moment the doors slid open, Isaac dragged him inside with him.
Barely had the doors closed when they were in each other's arms again, kissing like they had lost their minds. Isaac's kiss was impatient and demanding, his body hot against Noctis's. Would he cool down if he tore every piece of clothing off him? Noctis found it more than difficult not to press that damned emergency button and take Isaac right there in the elevator before continuing in his apartment.
But as soon as they reached the floor where his apartment was, Isaac pushed himself away and walked ahead toward Noctis's door. This time he didn't pull Noctis behind him. In one smooth motion he pulled out a lockpick and began working on the lock.
Before Noctis had even taken his key out of his pocket, Isaac had already pushed the door open and shot him an impatient look.
"You take too long," he snorted.
"You didn't seriously just break into my place so we could have sex as quickly as possible, did you?" Noctis grinned.
The redness was still clearly visible on Isaac's face. Without hesitation he grabbed Noctis's wrist, pulled him into the apartment, and kicked the door shut behind them.
"Why so stormy?" Noctis began, amused. "We've got the whole ni—"
He didn't get any further.
Isaac had already pressed his lips against his again.
Together they staggered through the hallway, half walking, half stumbling, until they reached the living room. Noctis blindly felt for the light switch and just managed to press it before Isaac pulled him back against him once more.
Warm white light flooded the room.
Noctis tried to somehow make out the direction of his couch—which wasn't exactly easy when someone was so determined to kiss him while simultaneously pushing him backward through the room.
Isaac seemed completely lost in the kiss. He kept urging him farther back, and Noctis let it happen willingly.
Honestly, it wouldn't even have bothered him if they had bumped into a piece of furniture, broken something, or simply ended up on the floor.
When Isaac reacted like this, Noctis would go along with anything anyway.
Eventually the backs of his knees hit the couch. A moment later he lost his balance and fell backward into the cushions.
Isaac followed him, bracing himself impetuously with a knee between Noctis's legs. It happened so quickly that for a moment Noctis became very aware of just how drunk Isaac was.
That could have gone badly, he thought in a brief moment of shock, when the most sensitive part of his body had been in danger.
But Isaac seemed not to notice any of that. With a mix of impatience and overflowing energy, he practically tore Noctis's shirt off his torso. The buttons protested softly as the fabric slid over his shoulders. At the same time, Isaac hastily pulled off his own trousers, as if he couldn't get rid of them fast enough.
He had left his sweater on. Strangely enough, Noctis liked that.
Isaac's pale skin was lightly flushed from the alcohol, especially along his neck and cheeks. There was something challenging in his gaze, almost cheeky, and at the same time it carried an unmistakable promise. He seemed unusually uninhibited—so much so that, for the first time, it almost looked as if their usual roles had shifted.
As if Noctis had suddenly become the prey.
And Isaac the hunter.
The thought alone sent heat through Noctis's body.
"Come here," he murmured expectantly.
But Isaac didn't answer. Breathless, he looked down at him for a moment, as though weighing something. Then, completely unexpectedly, he simply left Noctis sitting there, turned around, and disappeared into the bedroom.
Noctis blinked in confusion.
Only a few seconds later Isaac returned—with a bottle of lube and a whole handful of condoms. Without much ceremony, he dropped everything onto the coffee table. The small silver and colorful wrappers scattered across the tabletop with a soft clatter.
Isaac paused briefly, looked over his work, then picked up the lube and tossed it onto the couch beside Noctis while keeping one of the condoms in his hand.
Even drunk, he's still thinking of everything, Noctis thought with amusement. His gaze wandered to Isaac's flushed, aroused face. Just what are you planning with all those condoms? Or did you just grab them quickly without really thinking about it?
His eyes drifted with satisfaction over the pile of condoms lying on the table. Isaac, just like him, seemed to expect quite a lot from the night—and Noctis was more than ready to give it to him again and again.
Isaac leaned down toward him, bracing one hand on Noctis's thigh. His red eyes gleamed with desire, his gaze inviting yet still carrying that certain coolness that always seemed anchored in his features.
The way Isaac watched him sent a pleasant shiver down Noctis's spine.
"What are you planning, darling?" he asked hoarsely.
He wanted to let Isaac take control if he was so clearly claiming it. Still, it was damn hard to keep his hands to himself.
A smile that revealed Isaac's white teeth played across his lips. Playfully, he ran a finger along Noctis's cheek, past his lips, and then slowly let it wander down over his chest.
"You'd like to know that, wouldn't you?" he asked in a teasing tone.
Noctis nodded slowly. So his kitten wanted to play—fine, then he would play along.
"I can hardly wait to find out what you're planning to do to me," he said in a dark voice.
He leaned back until his back touched the couch cushions. Isaac's eyes traveled over the contours of his chest and abdominal muscles and stopped where his jeans blocked the path any further. Noctis's erection pressed against the fabric, clearly outlined.
Isaac's eyes narrowed slightly.
The finger that had just been gliding over Noctis's stomach paused for a moment—as if considering what to do next.
And that small pause made the tension between them almost tangible.
Isaac slowly licked his lips.
"Keep your hands to yourself," he said hoarsely as he easily undid the button of Noctis's jeans.
Oh? Noctis raised an eyebrow, but kept his hands to himself.
Isaac freed his penis as quickly as he would normally pick a lock—in a matter of seconds. Noctis watched with fascination as his hands worked with practiced ease. He loved watching Isaac do things like that. Every movement seemed precise, even now, when the alcohol made his coordination a little sluggish.
His cheeks were pleasantly flushed from the wine, and his eyes had that faintly glassy shimmer that came with drinking. Everything about Isaac looked seductive.
Like the forbidden fruit from some old story.
Noctis was anything but religious, yet the comparison suited him surprisingly well.
Isaac pulled off his underwear and then tugged Noctis's pants a little farther down as well. For a moment he seemed unsure how far he should pull them. His gaze briefly slid over Noctis's legs and then back again.
Finally he snorted softly, as if he had run out of patience. With a quick motion he pulled the pants all the way off. Then he sat down on Noctis's lap.
His movements were a little imprecise because of the alcohol. He held the condom in his hand and took one corner between his teeth with a provocative look. He tore it open, rolled it over Noctis's penis, then grabbed the lube. He opened it and squeezed a generous amount into his hand.
Noctis watched every single movement. For a brief moment he had been a little disappointed that Isaac hadn't sat between his legs. But watching him from so close as he prepared himself for him more than made up for that small disappointment.
They would have plenty of opportunities for Isaac to give him a blowjob. After all, they had only just begun to explore their sexual desires, and besides, what he was about to do was quite arousing.
Isaac braced one hand on Noctis's shoulder, his fingers digging slightly into his skin as he pushed his own fingers inside himself.
"Mh—"
The sound escaped him involuntarily.
"You should still be soft from earlier," Noctis breathed. "After all, we prepared you pretty thoroughly in the shower."
Immediately the red in Isaac's face deepened even further. Noctis placed his hands on Isaac's thighs.
"I told you to keep your hands to yourself," Isaac slurred, slightly annoyed.
"But I'm not moving them," Noctis replied innocently. "They're just resting here."
For a moment, that was even true.
Then his hands slowly wandered a little higher. Just enough.
Isaac let out a soft, surprisingly sweet moan.
"Stop that!" he gasped. "You're not allowed to do anything today!"
Noctis couldn't suppress an amused smile.
He leaned forward slightly. The condom stretched tightly around his erection, and Isaac's mere closeness sent heat through his body.
He pressed a kiss beneath Isaac's chin.
"I'm trying, darling," he murmured close to his skin. "But I'm really very bad at restraining myself."
Isaac's breath hitched for a moment.
"Noctis!" He shot him a glare, even if his voice wavered slightly. "I told you not to do anything!"
Despite the complaint, he shifted a small bit closer to Noctis.
And of course Noctis didn't miss that.
Isaac pushed Noctis back into the cushions of the couch. His hand was still firmly on his shoulder, keeping him there, while his other hand slipped out of his body. In the next moment he reached for Noctis's penis, which twitched expectantly at the sudden touch.
Noctis let out a low, rough laugh. "Damn… you really should take the initiative more often," he murmured.
Isaac shot him a brief, almost indignant look.
"What do you think I'm doing right now?" Isaac groaned as he guided the tip to his anus and slowly lowered himself onto it.
The movement was more controlled than before, but when only the tip was inside him, Isaac paused. His fingers dug a little more firmly into Noctis's shoulder, as if he needed something to hold on to.
Noctis immediately felt the tension.
"Take all the time you need," Noctis said softly and kissed him on the lips.
That surely didn't count as touching.
If anything, he was only helping him relax.
For a moment, it actually seemed to work. Isaac returned the kiss willingly. His body relaxed a little, and he slowly lowered himself a bit further. His muscles trembled faintly as his breathing grew heavier.
Then he suddenly bit Noctis on the lip.
"Ouch!" Noctis exclaimed in surprise.
Isaac pulled back from him, panting, a reproachful look on his face.
"I told you not to do anything," he managed, a thin sheen of sweat forming on his forehead.
Noctis grinned shamelessly.
"And I told you it's hard for me to follow your instructions."
Isaac rolled his eyes in annoyance. Then he lifted his hips defiantly. Without any further warning, he dropped down completely.
Noctis's breath caught.
In an instant he was fully inside him.
For a brief moment his fingers tightened involuntarily around Isaac's thighs as a sharp wave of pleasure shot through his body.
I almost came…
He forced himself to stay calm and lifted his gaze.
Isaac sat on top of him, breathless. His eyes were closed, his head tilted slightly back as a soft moan slipped past his lips. Only then did Noctis notice the rhythmic pulsing around his penis. His gaze moved downward—to where their bodies were joined.
Isaac had already spilled over his own stomach.
Noctis blinked in surprise. Slowly, he experimentally moved his hips. A violent shudder ran through Isaac's entire body.
"W-wait…!" he moaned immediately.
Noctis grinned broadly. Of course he ignored the request. He moved again, slowly—just enough to tease Isaac further.
This feels absolutely heavenly…
Isaac struck him on the chest. Hard enough that the red imprint of his hand would certainly be visible.
"I said wait!" Isaac gasped breathlessly. "Why won't you just let me make sure you feel good? For once I wanted to—"
He broke off.
Noctis looked at him in surprise. "Is that why you're being so stubborn?"
Isaac nodded. "Whenever we're together, you do everything to make me feel good. But I want you to enjoy it too. I want you to let yourself be seduced by me."
The words caught Noctis off guard. A pleasant shiver ran down his spine and straight into his groin.
"You're frighteningly honest when you're drunk," Noctis said with a faint smile, pulling Isaac down for a brief kiss. "Who says I'm not enjoying myself? Besides, this is a game played by two people. And if you really want me not to do anything at all, you'd probably have to tie me up."
Isaac's face instantly flushed red.
"Maybe I'll do that next time," he muttered sulkily. "While I'm at it, I could stuff your mouth too… although it would be a shame not to be able to kiss you then."
Noctis's eyes gleamed. "That idea is kind of turning me on."
"Idiot," Isaac muttered, embarrassed, briefly avoiding his gaze.
Noctis used the moment to lean toward him again. His arms closed around Isaac's body as his hips began moving once more, circling in a steady rhythm.
A quiet moan slipped from Isaac.
"You probably have no idea what you do to me," Noctis continued with a crooked grin. He pushed Isaac's sweater up and gently bit one of his nipples. Isaac sucked in a sharp breath. "I want to touch you and feel you at every hour of the day. I'll probably never get enough of you."
Isaac's body felt increasingly relaxed in his arms. The initial tension slowly gave way to a soft, yielding warmth.
"It's not just you," Isaac finally said quietly. He placed both hands against Noctis's chest and gently pushed him back into the couch cushions. His gaze rested on Noctis's face for a moment. "I can't get enough of the way you look at me."
Then he lifted his hips and began to move.
Noctis instinctively followed his rhythm. Every motion hit exactly the right spot, drawing audible moans from Isaac. It felt almost unreal—like their bodies were perfectly attuned to each other.
Their compatibility was almost absurd.
And even though it was Isaac's first time in this position, he moved with surprising confidence. His flexibility, the years of training his body—everything seemed to pay off in this exact moment.
"I love how you feel inside me," Isaac moaned, his eyes half-closed.
Their lips met again in a slow, deep kiss, filled with all the desire that had built up between them.
"I love your moaning," Isaac murmured against his lips. "And I love how disheveled you look when we're doing it."
His pace quickened. His hips now sank down onto Noctis with more firmness.
Noctis practically clung to Isaac's lips. He hardly dared to speak, afraid of interrupting Isaac's unfiltered stream of confessions.
"I love how breathless you are," Isaac continued, barely able to speak calmly himself. "And that you only have eyes for me."
His breathing came in uneven bursts.
"You've always looked at me like that… like you do now," he gasped. "How did I miss that all these years?"
Noctis's heart pounded so violently it almost hurt. It felt as if it might shatter at any moment. He loved this man more than he had ever thought possible.
"I lo—," Noctis began.
But at that moment Isaac let out a loud moan.
His body tensed briefly, and the rhythmic pulsing around Noctis immediately cut the sentence short.
"Kiss me, Noc…," Isaac pleaded breathlessly.
The next moment their lips were pressed together again.
Noctis himself was dangerously close to climax. He pulled Isaac even closer and thrust hard into him. His tongue slipped into Isaac's mouth; the kiss had lost any technique and consisted of nothing but raw desire.
I love you.
And as he held Isaac tightly against him, another, darker thought flashed through his mind.
You belong to me.
Isaac moaned uncontrollably into the kiss. His body pressed tightly against Noctis, as if trying to overcome every last bit of distance between them. Their bodies were so close that it almost seemed as if they were completely merging with one another.
His fingers tightened in Noctis's shoulder as another wave of pleasure ran through him. Panting, he spilled warmly over Noctis's stomach once again.
Noctis felt Isaac's body trembling above him.
In that moment he finally took full control. His hands held Isaac firmly against him while he kept moving, thrusting deeply into him again and again until the climax finally overtook him as well.
The tension released in a single intense moment.
Exhausted, Isaac sank against him after they had ridden out their orgasm together. His head rested on Noctis's shoulder, making no move to get up.
"This feels far too good," Isaac murmured breathlessly.
Noctis stroked Isaac's sweaty back with a calm, almost absent-minded motion. His fingers traced slow lines over the warm skin while his own breathing gradually steadied.
"Let me change the condom for a moment," he whispered softly near Isaac's ear. "Then I'll make sure it feels even better for you."
Isaac let out a quiet, tired sound.
"I've definitely moved enough for today," he murmured.
Noctis had to laugh softly.
"You don't seriously think it's going to stop after just one round."
Isaac snorted quietly, an amused sound against Noctis's neck.
"I was hoping you'd say exactly that," he admitted. "But I need a short break."
Noctis pressed a gentle kiss to his cheek.
"I suppose I can give you a small one."
"How generous."
They remained like that for another moment, wrapped closely around each other while their bodies slowly calmed down. The warmth between them felt pleasantly heavy, and the only sound in the room was their shared breathing.
But the silence didn't last long.
Noctis's hand was still moving absentmindedly over Isaac's back when he finally asked quietly,
"Why did you give him a talisman?"
Isaac lifted his head slightly.
"A talisman is dangerous," Noctis continued. "Especially the way you wove the spell."
Isaac sighed softly and let his head sink back against his shoulder.
"Because it's my job," he said at last. His voice was calm, but tired. "My main task is to ensure Noah's safety."
Noctis's fingers paused briefly.
"Did he ask you to?"
Isaac needed a moment to understand.
"The boss?" he asked.
"Yes."
Isaac nodded faintly.
"He asked me if I could make something like that." He gave a small shrug. "So I tried. And surprisingly, it works pretty well."
Noctis frowned slightly.
"We need to change the spell," he said after a moment of thought. "Or rebuild it completely."
Isaac lifted his head again. "We?"
Noctis nodded. "Yes. We." His voice grew a little more serious. "It's not a good idea for you to keep your magic active permanently."
Isaac looked at him silently for a moment. Then a small smile crossed his lips.
"'We' sounds good."
Slowly he straightened up a little. Their eyes met, and for a brief moment that familiar tension settled between them again.
"Were you actually angry earlier when we talked about the talisman?"
Noctis's hand twitched slightly.
Just a small, barely noticeable twitch. Yet it revealed more than he probably would have liked.
"I don't like that Noah is wearing something from you," Noctis finally admitted honestly.
Isaac sighed softly. "I knew it."
For a moment he looked thoughtful. Then he slowly raised his hands to his right ear. Carefully, he removed one of the small hoops he had been wearing that evening and held it out to Noctis.
"Right now I can't risk creating another talisman," he said calmly. "But… would you accept my earring instead?"
His voice sounded unusually uncertain.
Noctis blinked. "Your earring…?"
For a moment he examined the small piece of jewelry between Isaac's fingers. Then a slow smile spread across his lips.
Without another word, he reached to his own ear and removed the earring he wore in the same place. His was a slender pendant earring made of anthracite-colored metal that shimmered faintly in the light.
He leaned toward Isaac carefully. With steady fingers he put his own earring on him. Only then did he take the hoop from Isaac's hand and put it on himself.
Perfect, Noctis thought with quiet satisfaction as his gaze briefly moved over Isaac's face.
"Let's trade," he said at last. "That way there's always a piece of you with me… and a piece of me with you."
Isaac's hand moved toward his choker, but before he could say anything Noctis took his hand in his own and kissed it.
"The choker was a gift. The earrings have a completely different meaning, don't you think?"
Isaac nodded and closed his hand around the earring. "I like the idea of wearing something that belongs to you."
Noctis let out a quiet, amused breath. "The way you say that, I should have done this much earlier."
"Maybe, yes," Isaac said with a small smile.
"It suits you pretty well," Noctis said with a smile. He tilted his head so Isaac could see his earring. "And? How does yours look on me?"
Isaac studied him briefly. Then a soft laugh escaped him.
Noctis loved that laugh—the one Isaac only showed when they were alone.
"You bastard," Isaac said, shaking his head. "You look far too perfect with it."
Noctis grinned with satisfaction. "That's my main task. You have no idea how difficult it is to always look perfect."
He pulled Isaac a little closer again and kissed him gently.
"So," he murmured against his lips, "have you had enough of a break?"
Isaac slowly wrapped his arms around Noctis's neck and rested his forehead against his. His breath brushed warmly over Noctis's lips.
"More than enough," he whispered. A small, expectant smile appeared on his face. "Let's continue."