[ Noctis has an easier time following his pace the second round of kissing, mostly because he's not all that worried about doing anything correctly or being proper. They've already made a complete mess of themselves, and as gross as the taste is between themselves and the excess saliva, the way Vidar's tongue sweeps along every corner of the inside of his mouth and has Noct breathless in moments, he kind of kisses him in a way that he wouldn't expect. Aggressive, greedy, like he wants to show him who's in charge.

If he wasn't so tired from his orgasm he'd take up that challenge gladly. As they pull away and Noct licks his lips, meeting the other's eyes, he laughs breathlessly then casts his gaze aside like he's suddenly sheepish. ]

Believe me, that'll work out worse for you than for me. I'm lazy. I complain a lot. I sleep more than a person should. I'm a handful. Or a pain in the ass, depending on who you ask. I got a lot of expert testimony to prove it.