"Hunting sheep is trouble," Zoro muttered, but he wasn't really focused on the words anymore. He exhaled heavily under the lap of Noctis' tongue, on the thump of the boy's pulse, the scent of him, warming against his body, his sense full of them. His hands fit heavily over Noctis' hips, pulling him in close, letting the boy feel how the line of his cock had started to fill already. "I could chase you down, pup. Grab your scruff in my teeth and take you."