[ Noctis is happily making himself comfortable, before his hands come to up his face, one sliding behind his neck. Ignis isn't the only one feeling possessive, feeling like the most beautiful man in this town belongs to him. ]
Slowly, okay. How slowly?
[ It occurs to Noctis that the blessed mundanity of such a thing is a welcome reprieve from all the crap that they've been dealing with, that this is what matters, them exploring, enjoying each other. He's both excited and nervous, and it shows in the thrum of his pulse, the light in his eyes. He's paying careful attention to what Ignis wants, and the last thing he wants to do is mess things up. ]
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Slowly, okay. How slowly?
[ It occurs to Noctis that the blessed mundanity of such a thing is a welcome reprieve from all the crap that they've been dealing with, that this is what matters, them exploring, enjoying each other. He's both excited and nervous, and it shows in the thrum of his pulse, the light in his eyes. He's paying careful attention to what Ignis wants, and the last thing he wants to do is mess things up. ]