"Wouldn't have to outrun you, idiot. I'd out-wait you. Follow your scent, let you exhaust yourself. Catch you. Claim you." It registered with Zoro after a moment why the boy was shifting slightly off-balance against the wall that wasn't a wall, but the counter - the kitchen. They were in Sanji's kitchen, and he wasn't allowed to shove Noctis face first over the sink and fuck him here. It was very hard to remember that, between his wolf thrashing and the bucking of Noctis' narrower hips, but his will was strong.
Zoro pulled the boy out of his place between the counter and his body, but didn't let him go, a hand staying at the back of Noctis' neck to lead him to a door that opened outside. "The garden is glowing silver right now," he promised, any poetry in it strictly coincidental. It was like the moonlight catching the edge of a katana, just as sharp and as beautiful, though he wasn't putting that many words into it with Noctis as distraction. "You'll get your fresh air and exercise." Of a sort.