He pushes himself off the couch and throws a hurt look at his openly panicking s/o. Noctis relents, his brows furrowed in frustration.
Of course, they freeze and even go as far as grasping onto Noctis’ shoulders, trying desperately to push him off them. His arms cage his s/o in and he leans in, nuzzling and pressing insistent open-mouthed kisses against their neck. The next time Noctis’ s/o is over at his apartment, Noctis waits a few long minutes before he traps his s/o between the back of the couch they are sitting on and his chest. “Do they even love me? Do they want me? Are they just fooling around with me? Are they… going to leave me?” A terrible thought strikes Noctis one night, when he’s laying in bed, wide awake: He’s lost a lot of sleep over thinking about his s/o and how they back away from further intimacy. Noctis doesn’t really know what he’s doing wrong, and ruminates over his s/o’s weird behaviour a lot more than he’s ready to admit. Tagging: When he kisses his s/o, he notices that they are content with soft brushes between lips- but the moment he presses a little more insistently against them, they freeze. Here’s my daily re-post update! Enjoyyy! :) Sending everyone fantastic energy and good strong positive vibes! <333
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