[ Noctis must have really worried him. And while he enjoys having Ignis dote on him, he likes the idea of doing the same to Ignis, too -- especially when he has a lot to make up for. He supposes he would be worried sick, too, if Ignis had gone off by himself and left just a note. He wants to make it up to him, and he makes a soft, appreciative little noise at the enthusiasm with which he washes his hair, snorting at that remark. ]
The best fingers.
[ Noctis is sure to tell him, rinsing off when Ignis is done with sudsing it up, and he's leaning over to kiss him softly, chaste and full of gratitude and affection. ]
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The best fingers.
[ Noctis is sure to tell him, rinsing off when Ignis is done with sudsing it up, and he's leaning over to kiss him softly, chaste and full of gratitude and affection. ]
Maybe next time... you'll join me in here.