Every time Barnabas responds to Noctis' resistance with seduction instead of force, it takes Noctis off-guard. Later, he'll consider that that was probably the point, but in the moment - and especially in Rosie's body - thinking about that kind of thing isn't really Noctis' strong suit.

It does seem pretty disingenuous for Barnabas to pretend he doesn't know why Noctis is pushing back, here, but whatever - he's doing that thing with his voice again and touching Noctis and it's good, and for the moment he seems to have backed off on wanting to bend Noctis over his throne.

So he lets himself shiver at the touch of feather-light fingers, first teasing at his throat once again and then distracting him utterly with his groping - Noctis is really not used to Rosie's breasts yet. And when Barnabas kisses him to forestall any more argument, he doesn't fight it. Quite the opposite - he lets the other king deepen it as much as he wants, whimpering faintly, and his - Rosie's - own hands slip around Barnabas to grope the man's ass in a bid to pull him closer.

Barnabas takes it a step further, and the pressure of his knee between Noctis' thighs pulls an outright moan out of Rosie's throat. If he's emphasizing his earlier point, well, he's certainly driven it home now. Noctis does grind without thinking, returning that kiss with a hunger of his own as the wet heat between Rosie's legs pulses in anticipation of what comes next.