Noctis lay still then, letting his eyes break from the intense gaze the other was giving him, and traversing down his broad chest, over the Kingsglaive vest and shirt before they darted upwards again. Licking his lips nervously, he pushed himself up into a sitting position as Nyx moved out of his personal space and sat back on his knees. Noctis reached a hand out, hovering his fingertips over the the collar of the vest.

"May I touch you?" He ask, looking up at the elder with barely-masked hope in his eyes.

Nyx gave him a slow smile and a short nod, "You may."

Scrambling to stand up on his knees in front of the man, Nyx did the same before letting his arms fall loosely at his sides— where they stayed as Noctis unhooked each clasp down his torso to the hem and timidly pushing the vest off his shoulders and down his arms, allowing Nyx to sling it over the side of his bed. He asks "may I" again, and earns his second "you may," with trembling fingers lifts the hem of Nyx's black shirt upwards until the other lifts his arms up and allows Noctis to peel it off and drop it out of sight.

His sharp intake of breath wasn't lost on the Glaive, Nyx's smile turning just that much sharper at the edges. Noctis looked up at him, hands clenching briefly into fists before holding them out and stopping just before touching.

"May I…" He trailed off, not sure how to ask or articulate what he wanted.

"Touch wherever you want." There was a rough quality to Nyx's voice now, "I'd like to kiss you again, though." His mouth quirked upwards again, "Yes or no?"

Noctis tilted his head up instantly with a "yes" as he closed the gap himself.

The easy slide of their lips together felt so good, he wanted to press closer. He hadn't even touched the man yet and he could feel the heat of him, the proximity tingeing their kiss with a taste of desperation from Noctis as he carefully set his hands on Nyx's hips above the waistband of his leather trousers. Nyx was warm to the touch, hot even, with the gifted magic of the King coursing through him; it was different than his own magic, it didn't feel cold. Daring a little more, he skimmed his fingers upwards, occupied by the way Nyx coaxed him along and reveling in the sweetness of the kiss and the closeness.

Nyx pulled away with a slight gasp, a new tension in his shoulders when he did so. His eyes had lowered to find the prince's hands on his belly, fingertips skimming through the light dusting of dark hair that trailed down below his navel. Murmuring another question and earning an affirmative, Nyx took both of Noctis' hands in his and began kissing each of his fingertips one at a time, then his palms; he kept one slender hand pressed to his chest and the other— he ventured kisses down the prince's boney wrist. He trailed open-mouthed kisses all along his inner arm, stopping at the crease of his elbow, meeting his eyes in silent question until Noctis whispered another assent before he continued on. The action caused the prince's arm to drape over the man's shoulder, allowing the Glaive to press kisses up to his own and following the line of his shoulder to his neck.

Nyx huffed a quiet laugh against his skin, his breath warm against his leaping pulse, "You really are beautiful, your highness..." He whispered, keeping his voice low like he didn't want to shatter whatever was building between them.

Noctis closed his eyes as he inhaled a shaky breathy, angling his head back as the other's mouth pressed more gentle kisses up his neck and down along his jugular, "I think... you're just saying that..." His own voice was thin and self-depreciating, smiling wanly in the dark.

He felt Nyx stop, felt his lips twist against his skin, and hands gently take his waist as the Glaive pulled away to look him in the face. There was disappointment in his eyes and maybe a little anger in the cool depths of them.

"Have you seen yourself?" Nyx asked, completely serious.

The prince looked up in surprise and slowly shook his head in denial. The hands on his waist tightened a fraction, tugging him closer, the short gap between them lessening more. Nyx's gaze was intense and Noctis felt his body responding to it, leaning in and wanting. Something heavy settled between them, a tense anticipation as Nyx lowered his head and skimmed his lips against Noct's, both with eyes lidded and locked to the other's lips.

"You are too damned pretty to be king, your highness." Nyx whispered between them, trailing his hands up the prince's sides and making the young man shiver in his hold, "If I could, I'd keep you for myself. Claim you as mine."

Noctis licked his bottom lip, his tongue swiping across his own and Nyx's, "Claim me?"

Nyx kissed him in reply, "Yes, claim you. Mark you. Show the world this beautiful man is mine." He gave a husky chuckle, "But that can't happen."

The prince stared up at him, something in those deep blue depths making his breath catch, "Why can't it?"

The glaive snorted a laugh, "I'm already breaking so many laws and rules by putting my hands on you." He lifted a hand to cup Noct's chin, still smiling just for him, "This is forbidden, little prince. Perhaps that is what makes this so sweet."

Noctis lowered his eyes to Nyx's lips, watching them with a renewed heat in his eyes, "Then... do it. Break a few more rules."

That gaze met his again and Nyx had to bite back a groan, the determination in those eyes was dangerous, "You started this, now finish it. For tonight, claim me."

There was still a timidity to the prince, something nervous as a doe in the touches down Nyx's chest, the stuttering inhale/exhale of breaths when Noctis traced his fingertips along the leather of the older man's belt. Nyx caught his hand, held it in place until Noctis looked up again.

"Are you absolutely sure? I told you before, as soon as you say no, I stop." Nyx intoned, firm with his reiteration of their boundaries. "Yes or no, Noctis?"

Noctis leaned forward, once more bringing their lips a breath apart, "Yes."

Then he kissed the older man with a bit more need behind it than before. For a short while, that's all they did. Returning to the easy, careful exploration, hands stilled, but lips and tongues sliding together in a slow build of passion between them. Nyx felt the growing insistence in the prince, the tremble in his hands as they traced every defined line of muscle in Nyx's chest and abdomen, danced along his waist and hooked in his belt-loops. When they broke apart at last, Noctis kept his eyes closed, lips curved in a shy, but satisfied smile.

"Still yes?"

"Yes." Came the raspy reply, and Noctis opened his eyes at last, brighter and more eager than before.

Nyx kissed him again, angled his chin up and deepened it, delving his tongue between those pliant lips and loosening the reigns just that tiny bit more on his self-control. The quiet moan it earned him only spurned him on, bringing both hands up to cradle the back of the prince's head and thread his fingers through midnight locks in order to kiss him with more fervor. Noctis submitted so easily, so warm and giving, following Nyx's lead and basking so much in the attention, Nyx only wanted to shower him with more.

Eventually, he pulled away again, and smiled when Noctis whined softly under his breath and tried to chase his mouth for another kiss.

"Important question, beautiful; if we take this further, do you have protection?" Nyx caressed his thumbs along the prince's cheekbones, feeling them blush under his touch again, "Safety first, your highness."

The shyness returned in full force then and Noctis gently extricated himself from Nyx's hold and muttered 'hold on' under his breath as he moved away entirely. Nyx watched with mild curiosity as the prince shuffled over to the edge of his bed and flattened onto his stomach to rummage around underneath it. After a few minutes, he pulled out a small wooden box and scooted back onto the bed and sat down facing Nyx, then placed the box between them as he opened the lid and turned it around for Nyx to see. Inside was quite the colorful array of foiled packets and little bottles of lubricants; flavored, scented, different types, and one very small tub of—

"Edible body paint, hm?" Nyx plucked it out and read the label, "Chocolate flavored." He quirked a brow at the prince, a playful smirk on his lip, "Let me guess, gag gifts?"

Noctis pointedly looked away as the blush on his cheeks spread, rubbing the back of his neck as he mumbled, "Yeah. My friends are jerks sometimes."

Nyx shook his head as he dropped the tub back in the box, "Not at all. Looks like their sense of humor is tame compared to some..." Rummaging around, he found an unscented, clear bottle of lube and a few basic condoms among the lot, "Simple is the best. No need to get fancy, your Highness. Remember that."

Noctis gave a short nod, taking in that little tidbit and looking up at Nyx with far more trepidation than before, "Will it... will it hurt?"

Blinking over the bluntness of the question, Nyx gave the other a reassuring smile, "Not if I can help it."

He watched him, taking in how the prince went from shy to almost vibrating with anticipation, "Noctis. May I see the rest of you, yes or no?"

Noctis picked up the box and set it aside on his nightstand, then crawled forward and right into Nyx's personal space, "Yes."

With that, the prince stood on his knees and untied the towel from around his waist, holding it off to the side and dropping it. Nyx drank in the sight of that gorgeous body, the soft definition of muscle, the sharp curves and angles from his ribs to his hips, his toned legs with muscles tensed to hold him upright. Noctis was short, no denying that, and even on his own knees, Nyx still had several inches over the prince; but despite being nothing but lithe and wiry, there was power in those veins and Nyx couldn't forget it even then.

Nyx held his hands out to the younger man, "Come to me, beautiful."

Noctis kept that open gaze on him as he moved forward, placing his hands in Nyx's outstretched palms and allowing the older man to pull him forward. It earned him a kiss, slow and sweet, gaining depth as Noctis dared to slip his arms up and around the older man's neck and threading his fingers in soft dark hair. He pressed closer, tighter, until he was flush against Nyx and moaned softly over the warm emanating from the older man's body.

Nyx held him close as he maneuvered them backward on the bed, holding Noctis against his chest as the prince kissed him so fervently, a newfound confidence in him as threaded his fingers through the Glaive's hair and slotted his hips against Nyx's in a way that sent a pleasant shudder through both of them. Absently, Nyx reached for the lube he set aside, breaking the kiss long enough to pop the cap; Noctis watched with trepidation where he held himself over Nyx, and the elder leaned up the kiss him again.

"Will you let me ready you?" He asked, gentle in his tone as he spoke against Noctis' lips.

"Yes. Slowly?" It comes out like breathy, anticipation thick on the younger's tongue.

"Slowly." Nyx kissed him again, "Come here, lovely. Spread your legs a little more for me, that's it..."

Guiding Noctis into his lap, he sat up as Noctis wrapped his arms around Nyx's shoulders and stole a kiss from the man as Nyx poured the lubricant over his fingers. Above him, Noctis trembled, breath hitching when Nyx reached between his legs and caressed a slick fingertip against his hole, a quiet whimper escaping him as Nyx circled his fingertip and gently, began to push inside him. As promised, he took his time working Noctis open, one finger thrusting inside him at careful pace, curling and stroking against hot insides. Meanwhile, Noctis was shaking, gasping and moaning against Nyx's shoulder, fingers gripping the Glaive's hair for an anchor; pleading as Nyx added a second finger, stretching him wider and thrusting a little deeper now.

"How's that feel, Noctis?" Nyx kissed a pink-flushed shoulder, speaking into the warmth skin, "Need me to stop?"

"N-No... feels okay..." Noctis stuttered out, a shuddering moan escaping him again when Nyx curled his fingers and stroked against his prostate, "Gods, what—fuck, that felt so—"

"Relax, beautiful…" Nyx littered kisses wherever he could reach, pulling back to let Noctis kiss him back, messy and desperate.

The more he worked his fingers into the prince, the more Noctis shifted and pushed down on them, trembling every time he found just the right movement to make contact and earn a burst of pleasure through his body. Nyx encouraged him softly, whispering against his neck, licking his rapid pulse, and nibbling along his jaw.

"Noctis, think you're ready for more? Yes or no?" Nyx asked again, incrementally thrusting faster into Noctis and smiling when the other mewled in his ear.

"Yes… yes, please…"

The hot, panting breaths of the prince on his cheek, the slick skin pressing against his own, that anticipation in that voice; Nyx tried hard to control himself, to reel in the urge to claim him then and there. But they'd gotten this far, he didn't want to break the fragile trust the Prince had given him. He was shocked from his thoughts when Noctis slid a hand down his chest, and tentatively stroked a fingertip down his length, earning shiver from the Glaive.

Nyx chuckled breathlessly, "You can touch, little prince."

Without hesitation, Noctis wrapped his slender fingers around his cock and tried to match the same rhythm Nyx built up inside him. Whispered pleads were moaned in his ear and Nyx finally eased up his pace, keeping his hand still to allow Noctis to rock back on his fingers. With his free hand, he grabbed the bottle again and the foil packet, and told Noctis to let go, before tearing open the packet with his teeth and having Noctis rolled the latex onto him, then slicking his length with a liberal amount of lube. Noctis gave a quiet laugh when Nyx tossed the bottle across the bed and took hold of Noctis' hips to guide him closer, still him above his cock.

"Yes or no, Noctis?"

Noctis bit his lip, eyes blown wide; he leaned close until their lips brushed together, "Yes," and kissed Nyx as he lowered himself.