"It's not just about what you like. It's about what you're going to ask me for." Zoro pushed his thumb against the head of Noctis' trapped cock where he tented his pants, rolling it beneath his touch, knowing just how frustrating it was to get this hard and be unable to extend all the way, unable to get more stimulation. "Or maybe I'll just make you come in your pants and send you downstairs to work the restaurant still wet and cooling. We probably have an apron to hide your mess with. But the Supernaturals would smell it on you."