[Nodding again, not trusting his vocal cords not to betray him, he finds the button of Noct's trousers, the zipper. He pauses for just a moment, and then pulls his hands back. Then he's running his palms up Noctis' stomach and chest, mapping every angle and plane and curve of him. Just touching, as he's wanted to do for so long.]
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...Our shoes?