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[Peter takes in a sharp breath. He feels that arousal. He really should detach from Noct's emotions before he acts on them like he did during that make-out session. Peter wets his lips thinking about it but quickly focuses on the present before he goes too far down that road.

He settles on the couch when Noct guides him there. Everything is pretty wrecked but it's at least somewhat safe here. Like he said, it's good enough]

Yeah, that's fine. Sugar is good if you can find it, but I'll take anything. Thanks.

[Plus he won't feel what Noctis is feeling if they get some distance, and that's probably a good thing right now]

(He left Peter quickly to find something the other could chew on as well as some water. Getting the guy some pants was sort of an afterthought but that wasn't the most important thing right now. He helped himself through a locked door by busting it down and went through the hall to find what he suspected early as more offices. He came back to Peter a few minutes later with a bottled water, a box of chocolate, and an afghan throw. It was better than nothing he figured.)

Here. (He offered the items to Peter before he sat down next to the other. His thoughts circled back to the shared kiss, Prompto, then to the bombings outside.)

[Peter can’t keep his thoughts away from Noctis. Mostly worrying about the other, but still. He smiles in relief when Noct comes back. He eats one of the chocolates right away.

Noctis’s thoughts are not helpful. Peter just ends up thinking of the kiss, too. He needs the focus away from that]

You shouldn’t worry about me so much. I’ll be fine in a little while, and then I can help you some more.

What? No, I'm not letting you get back in there.. and what's a little while? You have a hole through your leg!

(He gestured to Peter's leg, his eyes remain on Peter's own. He had a look of disbelief to his expression before he shakes his head and waves his hand. He settles both hands on his thighs and moves to lean himself back against the couch. It felt cozy. The fire burning through the hotel brought the ambiance of campfire but it was much more ominous than that and Noctis was only reminded of the horror that was happening outside.

He was injured too, but nothing like Peter. He had a few scrapes and bruises and he honestly couldn't feel them at the moment. It only just hit him just how exhausted he was once he got comfortable against the couch.)

You're not letting me? Noctis, if I wanted to, I could easily overpower you. In fact, I remember doing just that before.

[Why is he picking a fight with Noctis? Mostly to distract them both from what's going on, but also to distract him from how close Noctis is and the fact that Peter isn't wearing pants and the direction his mind takes this information]

(Noct can only sigh at Peter's words. He, of course, can't quite recall a time that Peter "overpowered" him, but there's some defensiveness that rises up in his chest and makes him feel uncomfortable enough to deny it:)

Shut up, nothing happened I didn't want to happen. (He straightens his head and looks over to the other. His eyes lower to the other's mouth. He recalls the way Peter held him and those lips so eager against his own.)

[Well, that didn’t work at all. He wets his lips again]

Yeah, but would you want it again?

(The way Peter moistens his lips alongside the inquiry absolutely brings Noct to think about the heated kiss between them. It wasn't just a kiss either, he felt attraction, genuine attraction from himself and from Peter -- which, of course, could just be wishful fucking thinking.

Noct concluded it was wishful thinking, however, because of Peter's words after the fact: You'll have to kiss anyone who gets trapped under there with you.. He felt played, hurt even, because while he was absolutely lusting over Peter, the other was just using Noct to free himself from the trap. Which was why his answer was:)

No, I don't. (However quite untruthful.)

You’re not a very good liar.

[He needs to change the subject, or at least get Noct to move. The other is so close it wouldn’t take much for them to start kissing again]

I think you want to kiss me as bad as I want to kiss you.

[Either he’s making this better, or worse. Who knows]

(His brow furrows and he looks over Peter's face. There's a bit of hesitation before he speaks. Only because he's not sure if Peter's fucking with him or if the other's genuine about the desire to kiss him. Either way, a spike of arousal moves through his body and warms his face. He feels an uncomfortable tension in unison with that arousal that's spiking the heat in his body.)

Do you?

[He feels that arousal and swallows, trying to focus on his own emotions]

Noctis, I was humping you against the wall last time. Of course I want to kiss you.

(That spikes his arousal for sure. Noctis holds his breath and shifts on the couch. His hand moves to his thigh where he squeezes himself just above the knee. He can feel an uneasiness coil in his gut and he looks at Peter's lips again.

It was good, real good. Peter felt amazing and Noctis was incredibly ready for more than just a little humping. It was so intense, so powerful, then it .. stopped.)

Why'd you stop, why'd you let me leave thinking the only reason you kissed me was to get free from the mistletoe?

[It would be better for him to stop listening to Noctis’s thoughts and knowing his feelings, but Peter won’t]

I was tempted to fuck you. I didn’t think I should. And if I tried to stop you, we probably would’ve fought, and I would’ve wanted to kiss you again.

But here we are getting along and I still want to kiss you.

(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.)

I wasn't going to. You're more than welcome to kiss me, though.

[He knows that Noct is lying, but he's not going to force a kiss on the guy]

(He scoffs and squeezes his thigh. He looks at Peter and with a harsh tone.) Shut up.

I'm not going to fucking kiss you. (He felt irritated, mostly because he did want to kiss Peter and he definitely wanted Peter "humping" him against the wall again but.. no, this was ridiculous.

What about... Prompto? His friend came into mind, for the first time (or at least he focused on the blond for the first time since thinking about Peter) and he considered that he'd already crossed the line.

Yet, that also made him want to do more with Peter. He wanted to cross that line, he wanted to be more desirable than Prompto.. he was jealous.)

Okay.

[He pulls the blanket out of the way to check on his wound. It looks better but still not as healed as he would like it to be. He lets out a growl]

I hate sitting around like this. I want to get back out there.

(Okay.. Okay? Noctis stares at Peter in disbelief. Just "okay" nothing more? No resistance, no further conversation, no requesting for a kiss, just "okay." Then, not only that, but to just casually move on like they weren't just talking about kissing.

Noctis inhales then exhales with:)

You really are messing with me. Aren't you? All this time I thought I was the one in control, but I'm not. Am I?

I'm just some sort of puppet to you, aren't I? Just toying along with me, making me feel this shit and doing nothing about it.. You're a real jerk.

Second of all you're not going anywhere, you already got hurt so stay out of it!

Jesus, you get touchy over the smallest thing. I can't win either way with you. I kiss you and you get mad, I respect you not wanting me to kiss you and you get mad.

[Peter scowls] Like you said, I'm not going anywhere. You want something to happen? Fucking do it, then. Take control.

(Fucking do it then.. Noctis moves himself to face Peter and he settles a leg up to sit on so he can be at a higher and more comfortable position while he leans over to kiss Peter. He doesn't care anymore about who's initiating it. Though, part of him feels foolish for dragging it out this long when he wanted to kiss Peter ages ago. His lips press tight against Peter's and his hands come to hold Peter's face still while he brushes his lips across the other's. His heart pounds quickly and he can feel the pulsation creeping down to his gut and even further down to his groin which flares with excitement.)

[His hands latch on to Noct’s shirt, his lips returning the kiss hungrily. Peter reacts to Noct’s excitement without thinking, prodding the other’s mouth with his tongue]

(Noctis inhales through his nostrils and he pushes himself closer to Peter, his mouth parts wider for the tongue and he pushes his own against Peter's. A satisfying resistance between his mouth and Peter's as their muscles work in contest of dominance.)

[He gets a thrill from Noct pushing back. The way their mouths and tongues move, each trying to overpower the other. Peter’s hands move over Noct’s body to find the best place to grab on]

(Noct's hand slides down Peter's chest to his thigh, then up the inside of his thigh to the center of his lap to give himself a nice feel of what Peter's got going on for himself. Noct mewls into the kiss.)

[He shudders, groaning at the feel of that hand. He already got a little aroused from their kisses and the little battle they're waging for dominance, and now Noct's groping him. The heat building up inside him spikes up, pooling in his groin]

Noct. Fuck...

[He whines the word, almost asking. He did say he almost fucked Noct the last time they got hot and heavy]

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