[Bloody hell, they weren't even going to make it into the shower. They were really doing this, right here and now. But he wasn't going to stop now. Hell no.
His forehead drops onto Noct's shoulder, and he groans aloud when he's touched and stroked so nicely. Hoping he's doing it right (he has his own practice kit, as it were, but this is still new) he returns the favor, stroking up and down tentatively. Already his breathing is a scattered mess.]
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His forehead drops onto Noct's shoulder, and he groans aloud when he's touched and stroked so nicely. Hoping he's doing it right (he has his own practice kit, as it were, but this is still new) he returns the favor, stroking up and down tentatively. Already his breathing is a scattered mess.]
Noct...that feels so....gods...