(Okay, that was honest. Noct focused on the thought that their animosity was a turn on for the both of them. He shifts in his seat again and pulls his hand up from his knee to the top of his thigh. He looks over at Peter's lap, where the afghan blanket was. He swallows and pulls in a breath before his eyes focus down to his hand on his thigh.)
Well, I don't want you kissing me.
(He was being obstinate for no reason. Peter called him out earlier about being a liar. He still was.)
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Date: 2020-01-28 08:28 pm (UTC)Well, I don't want you kissing me.
(He was being obstinate for no reason. Peter called him out earlier about being a liar. He still was.)