Well Lilia, this partner may or may not take the bait. He's used to being roasted and teased on a daily basis.
Unfortunately for Lilia, Noctis is a kind person, despite what he'd have you believe at first impression.
His dark clothes and hair, brooding expression, snarky and frequently brusque attitude and the way he holds himself doesn't exactly lend credence to the whole King of Light personification
He has some anger management problems, is frequently selfish and reckless, but when push comes to shove, he's a good soul that inevitably can't escape the Light.
So when Lilia whines, there's a moments hesitation, the hand preparing the smaller man suddenly freezing.
Then again, Noctis is quite overwhelmed with need, and all the primal instincts that go with that flare, swathing him in a wave of lust which quickly pushes that uncertainty aside. Had he been more experienced, he might have been able to hold himself in check, but between his lack there of and the gas leak's influence, Noctis' inhibitions are lowered dramatically.
Which may or may not be a good thing for Lilia.
Lilia receives an appreciative hum with the scrape of teeth, a hint that maybe Noctis might like a little piercing. Not that he knows that yet.
However, he does take the invitation offered by those parted lips, his tongue slipping between them to get that first taste. A throaty groan escapes as he seeks out the other man's tongue for an impromptu dual.
Kissing. Kissing he can do-
is what he would be thinking had his mind been clearer and he still had those doubts.
Now, now he exudes dominance, taking control like the True King he is; his fingers resuming their movement, twisting and prodding at sensitive areas; concentrating on the spots that provoke that arching and squirming.
He smiles against the other man's lips, then breaks the kiss. He's acting completely on instinct, though if he reflected on it later, it's possible he could be getting a little help from the Old Kings of the Past. They were with him after all, and his father most definitely had relations with other men- for sure Cor the Immortal.
As embarassing as that would be to think about.
As Noctis continues to work the other man, his free hand slides up to knead along Lilia's chest, side and hips while he busies his mouth by kissing a trail along the other man's jaw to his ear. He gives a little nibble to Lilia's earlobe, then proceeds to move down Lilia's neck; his lips brushing featherlight, until he reaches a point near the other man's jugular.
Noctis smirks against the warm skin, sucks some of the heated flesh between his teeth, and starts to shape his mark.
Holy shit, sorry for the novel!
Unfortunately for Lilia, Noctis is a kind person, despite what he'd have you believe at first impression.
His dark clothes and hair, brooding expression, snarky and frequently brusque attitude and the way he holds himself doesn't exactly lend credence to the whole King of Light personification
He has some anger management problems, is frequently selfish and reckless, but when push comes to shove, he's a good soul that inevitably can't escape the Light.
So when Lilia whines, there's a moments hesitation, the hand preparing the smaller man suddenly freezing.
Then again, Noctis is quite overwhelmed with need, and all the primal instincts that go with that flare, swathing him in a wave of lust which quickly pushes that uncertainty aside. Had he been more experienced, he might have been able to hold himself in check, but between his lack there of and the gas leak's influence, Noctis' inhibitions are lowered dramatically.
Which may or may not be a good thing for Lilia.
Lilia receives an appreciative hum with the scrape of teeth, a hint that maybe Noctis might like a little piercing. Not that he knows that yet.
However, he does take the invitation offered by those parted lips, his tongue slipping between them to get that first taste. A throaty groan escapes as he seeks out the other man's tongue for an impromptu dual.
Kissing. Kissing he can do-
is what he would be thinking had his mind been clearer and he still had those doubts.
Now, now he exudes dominance, taking control like the True King he is; his fingers resuming their movement, twisting and prodding at sensitive areas; concentrating on the spots that provoke that arching and squirming.
He smiles against the other man's lips, then breaks the kiss. He's acting completely on instinct, though if he reflected on it later, it's possible he could be getting a little help from the Old Kings of the Past. They were with him after all, and his father most definitely had relations with other men- for sure Cor the Immortal.
As embarassing as that would be to think about.
As Noctis continues to work the other man, his free hand slides up to knead along Lilia's chest, side and hips while he busies his mouth by kissing a trail along the other man's jaw to his ear. He gives a little nibble to Lilia's earlobe, then proceeds to move down Lilia's neck; his lips brushing featherlight, until he reaches a point near the other man's jugular.
Noctis smirks against the warm skin, sucks some of the heated flesh between his teeth, and starts to shape his mark.