[ Noctis lands on his back, Ignis rolling him over so easily, his shirt open and exposing his collarbones. Ignis' hair is in his face ever since Noctis had essentially banned him from hair products, and Noctis has never seen someone with such incredible, raw sensuality.
Ignis undone is Ignis at his best -- he is always so put together than seeing him like this now makes his heart race, makes Noctis want to do all sorts of things to him, with him. Noctis wants to see what he looks like unguarded, unraveled, and he gently lifts and removes his glasses, leaning down to cup his face.
Here they are, with Noctis pinning him down, making sure that Ignis doesn't go anywhere -- he quite likes this, actually, and there is a gleam of something sharper, more confident in his eye. This, too, feels right, and his lips drift over the sharp, defined line of his jaw. He's eager to please, to tease, his hand splaying over the flat of his chest. ]
That you belong to me.
[ He puts it into words now, looking down at him. ]
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Ignis undone is Ignis at his best -- he is always so put together than seeing him like this now makes his heart race, makes Noctis want to do all sorts of things to him, with him. Noctis wants to see what he looks like unguarded, unraveled, and he gently lifts and removes his glasses, leaning down to cup his face.
Here they are, with Noctis pinning him down, making sure that Ignis doesn't go anywhere -- he quite likes this, actually, and there is a gleam of something sharper, more confident in his eye. This, too, feels right, and his lips drift over the sharp, defined line of his jaw. He's eager to please, to tease, his hand splaying over the flat of his chest. ]
That you belong to me.
[ He puts it into words now, looking down at him. ]