[He judges his moment well, letting things escalate between the two of them right up to the point where it feels as though something is going to break and run away too fast to keep control of it; that's the moment when he uses his hold on Noct's neck to good advantage, shifting his weight and tossing Noctis down onto the mattress as he rolls them over.
That leaves him above, and Noct below, and he raises himself up onto his hands with his elbows locked, panting slightly as he feels his hair falling down around his face in rumpled locks, as his gaze fixates on the blue of Noct's eyes.]
Ignis is swift and deadly when he sets his mind to it, striking like a viper, and it's precisely when Noctis isn't paying attention that he finds himself pinned to the mattress, ink-black hair splayed over the pillows.
He's looking up at his boyfriend now, wide-eyed, startled and more turned on than he's ever felt in his life, and he finds himself unable to look away, watching Ignis' hair tumble into his face, so recklessly, wonderfully handsome, so wild. His mouth is dry, heart pounding with every moment that passes between them, and he reaches up to cup his face, thumbing over his bottom lip. ]
I don't -- I think you should be talking about you.
[ Noctis says softly, cheeks warm with the compliment. Everything's building, racing towards something that Noctis has no idea of, and he doesn't care. As long as he's with Ignis, all will be well. ]
[But it gets a chuckle out of him, offsetting some of the intensity of the moment with genuine, natural humor, and he reaches down to caress Noct's face the same way that Noct is exploring his own, enjoying the sight of him.]
Still all right...? We can slow down, if you need it.
[ Noctis feels bold, reckless -- he loves the way he draws a chuckle out of Ignis' and he's leaning up to kiss him, to steal his lips with his. Gods, but Ignis is so damn beautiful when he laughs, when he softens up like that and Noctis feels himself falling in love with him all over again.
The kiss ends briefly, and Noctis settles back down, looking up at him with soft eyes, full of love, of desire, young and alight with anticipation. He's ready, and he wants more. ]
C'mon. Let's see where this takes us. Come kiss me again.
[He strokes the backs of his fingers along Noct's jawline again, openly admiring of his soft, pretty features, but then at length nods and lowers himself back down to kiss him again.
This time, after a series of long, almost thoughtful kisses, Ignis wanders away from Noct's lips and kisses a trail down to the side of his neck, setting his mouth against the column of his neck and sucking lightly at the skin, hard enough to make it turn a little red but not enough to leave a bruise.]
[ Noctis drawls sweetly, tilting his head back with a soft, approving little moan, enjoying the feeling of those lips on his neck. He can feel him sucking a little mark there, and he squirms under him, quietly thrilled by his attentions.
His hand coming to curl in his hair, the prince wraps his legs around his waist loosely, free hand rubbing lightly over his chest. ]
If you're very good, I'll let you have your turn with me soon.
[His words are a quiet murmur, pressed secretive against Noct's skin, but there's a hint of a chuckle behind them that betrays the fact that he's very much playing a game with it.
Treatment of his neck complete for the moment, he kisses his way down to Noct's collarbones, finding his way over to the little hollow between them and dipping his tongue inside.]
[ Noctis tells him softly, squirming under him and pressing up against his hips, just so he can feel him in his pants. It's the first time they're doing this, and Noctis feels a warm flush of pleasure, sparks of sensation surging up his spine. Ignis is playing a game with him, and Noctis' hands stray, moving down to his back and digging his fingers lightly into the muscles of his back.
He's gasping softly, a quiet little pleased whine when he licks at his collarbone, and he knows he wants more. ]
Rather not leave a mark where someone might see...
[And as such he has to gauge his placement carefully, hooking a finger in the collar of Noct's shirt and pulling it down so that he can get underneath it with his exploratory nibbles and licks.
In the short term, that's a feasible enough solution, but it quickly becomes unsatisfactory the more he wants to explore and the more it inhibits his doing so. With a vaguely offended noise, he sits back a little and hooks his fingers beneath the hem of Noct's shirt down by the waist, starting to push it up as he grumbles: ]
[ Fortunately, Noctis is just as impatient as Ignis is, shifting to tug his shirt over his head, tossing it carelessly to the side -- it's the first time he's shirtless in front of Ignis, but rather than covering up, he's taking the chance to push Ignis' shirt over his shoulders too, leaning up to steal a kiss before he can do anything else, fingers coming to pinch playfully at a nipple, free hand coming to rest on his waist. ]
Mmm. Better. No one's at home, right...?
[ Noctis asks in between kisses, hand deciding to roam from waist to chest to back, as if mapping out every inch of him by touch alone. ]
No one's home, the door is locked — mmm — the chickens are preoccupied, and the chocobos are fed.
[There will be no hilarious romcom interruptions today, not if Ignis Scientia has anything to say about it.]
Mmn. Hold on, I want to be able to reach you, too...
[And somehow, holding himself up over Noctis has become unsatisfactory in the meantime, so Ignis eases himself down onto his side next to Noctis and fits up against him, catching hold and tugging until Noct is on his side too, facing each other with just a few scant inches of space between them.]
Better.
[Because now, at least, he's supported by the mattress while his hands wander the same way that Noct's are, and so that he can arch hissing into the touch of Noct's hands without worrying about losing his balance or falling.]
Okay, you're really sexy when you cover all your bases.
[ Noctis really has to tell him that, because he's so hot for it and he's pretty sure he just wants to make out with him even more fiercely. Ignis making sure that they won't be disturbed is seriously hot, and he's happily pliant when they're on their sides facing each other.
He's smiling, reaching out to cup his cheek, to lean in to steal a kiss as he drapes a leg over his hip, drawing him closer. He's making a soft noise of approval when Ignis touches him in turn, and he can feel his heart race, his desire coiling. ]
Well, yeah. Do you know how difficult it is for me to focus?
[ Noctis asks him, because it's really, really hard, Ignis. And speaking of hard, maybe Noctis is a little, too. He's tangled with him, grinding gently against Ignis before he knows it, the jolt of pleasure making him squirm. ]
You'd be doing something normal or random, with your sleeves rolled up and your hair down and I've got even more material to think about when I'm -- ah... on my own. Do you even realise how hot you are?
[Well, well. This conversation is taking an interesting turn, then, isn't it? And so is the tenor of their fooling around, with those little uncertain movements of Noct's that almost make it seem like he's doing it unconsciously, startled by the pleasure he finds and instinctively trying to seek out more.
Gently, he skims his hand down Noct's side until he finds his hip, and when he reaches it he cups his hand against it and pulls him a little more firmly against him, mostly from wanting to see the reaction he'll get.]
Tell me what part you like best. Is it the sleeves? The hair?
[ Noctis gasps when Ignis does it more deliberately, pulling him up against him. His gaze darkens, becomes sharper with intent -- because while Noctis hasn't done this before he's not naive. He wants Ignis, that's the bottom line; he wants him in every way he can have him, and so he deliberately grinds up against his hips, hands coming to rest on his ass because he can do that now -- he can touch Ignis' butt without it being weird.
He looks up at him, languidly rocking against him, feeling so good that he doesn't care that he's dry-humping his boyfriend right now. ]
It's the whole package. It's the way you look when you're focusing on something. That light frown in your brows.
[ One hand comes up to touch lightly between them, warm and playful. Another -- ]
When you get things done so quickly, it's like nothing else matters. And you -- I love how you think, how you're probably smarter than everyone in here. I bet you're thinking of a hundred different things right now as we're doing this.
Or thinking of one thing a hundred different ways.
[Most notably: the way Noct's eyes darken when he discovers something he likes, and susses out the path available to him to take it. That comes easily in tandem with the way he's thinking about the placement of Noct's hands, the syncopation of the way he hasn't quite found a rhythm yet because he's still too uncertain to commit to one. There's the warmth radiating off of his freshly-bathed skin and the taste of the soap they'd used, the way his drying hair is fluffing up to frame his face and how his mouth has gone soft at the corners in a way that makes it look even more kissable than usual.
And there's the fact that it feels good for him, too. It feels good, not just from the physical sensation but from being noticed at all, being appreciated like this. It feels good to bask in the warmth of someone's love, and even moreso for it to be the reciprocated feelings of the one person he loves more than life itself.]
I'd — say it's a bit more that, than the other. Right now.
[ Noctis snorts at that response, unable to help himself. Ignis is being pedantic now, he knows, but it's so ultimately him that Noctis can't help but tease, soft lips parted as he quips. ]
To-MAY-to, to-MAH-to, Iggy.
[ he's seeking him out again, kissing him softly, warmly, his hips grinding up against him in small circles as he searches out his pleasure, seeking to figure out Ignis' too, wanting to return as much as he gives. He can't look away all the same, because there's a sweetness to Ignis' expression when he realises he's being appreciated, when Noctis details everything he knows and loves about him and he continues. ]
You've done so much for me. For all of us.
[ he continues softly, his other hand coming up to stroke Ignis' cheek, gentle and affectionate. ] I've never really thanked you for everything. Cooking, strategising, making sure we stayed alive, driving everywhere... what would I have done without you?
[But there's a fine, distinct difference between what he insists — which is entirely true — and what Noct is getting at, which is also just as valid. His service has never been about receiving recognition for what he does; he would've been drummed out of Noct's inner circle years ago if anything he did had ever been for personal glory.
But that doesn't mean he doesn't still cherish the appreciation. It doesn't mean he's not still glad that it hasn't been taken for granted.]
You've such a kind, noble heart...and if the reason you have it is because I was there to ensure you could, then it's worth it.
[ No, it was never about being thanked, not with Ignis. He wouldn't have been here, faithful and loyal above all else. There are many, many places a man of his talent could have gone, and Noctis knows without a doubt that Ignis has stayed for other reasons. His hand moves, cupping his cheek before he swiftly follows, lips pressing warmly against his.
Ignis says he's worth it -- all the pain and grief and all their fights, and then at the end of the day he smiles at him like this and tells him he's worth it, and Noctis just about melts, sliding his arm around him to tug him closer. He's gently removing his glasses, too; all the better to see those beautiful green eyes with, and he's pressing his thigh between both of Ignis' own, wanting to give him a taste of how he's feeling. ]
You're sappy.
[ He says softly, affectionately, bumping his nose to his. Maybe, just maybe, everything would be okay after all. ]
[His breath catches just a little, though, when Noctis reaches for his glasses and eases them away; it's such a little thing, but it's one of those gestures that hits him particularly significantly with how quietly intimate it is. It makes it that much easier to reach up and cup Noct's cheek in one hand, pulling him down for the kiss he wants.]
...I'm glad you're home, darling.
[And he realizes, belatedly, that what he'd meant to say was I'm glad you're back, and he almost amends it — except that home these days is perhaps less of a place and more just the state of the two of them being together, and if that's the case then it needs no changing to begin with.]
[ Noctis murmurs, his breath catching as he hears Ignis say it. How he calls him 'darling' again, so intimate and soft, so tender that it makes his heart ache. Home, he thinks, his hand coming to rest over Ignis' chest, his beating heart -- home is with the people he loves. Home is being in Ignis' arms, and he's shifting to press soft kisses to his jaw before meeting his lips, kissing him deeply, fully, over and over again.
He manages a small smile when the kisses taper off, a flicker of amusement and a lot of wistful longing in his voice. ]
Right here with you. Think it'll be okay if we spend all our days just lying in?
[But lest that sound like a protest, he's quick to catch Noct's mouth in a kiss again, followed by another and another, before at least he pulls back and offers up a dryly amused smile of his own.]
[ Noctis tells him cheesily, a weak attempt at a joke. But it definitely means he's in a better mood, and he snuggles up against him, rubbing his thigh up more deliberately between his legs, curious. ]
[And really, he's only human, and what Noct is doing feels undeniably good; for all that he's been trying to maintain a modicum of decorum to let feelings come first and physicality second, he can't keep back a quiet gasp as Noct cuddles closer and increases the friction between them all in one shot.]
Mm, keep doing that — is it, is it good for you, too?
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[He judges his moment well, letting things escalate between the two of them right up to the point where it feels as though something is going to break and run away too fast to keep control of it; that's the moment when he uses his hold on Noct's neck to good advantage, shifting his weight and tossing Noctis down onto the mattress as he rolls them over.
That leaves him above, and Noct below, and he raises himself up onto his hands with his elbows locked, panting slightly as he feels his hair falling down around his face in rumpled locks, as his gaze fixates on the blue of Noct's eyes.]
Do you have any idea how beautiful you are...?
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Ignis is swift and deadly when he sets his mind to it, striking like a viper, and it's precisely when Noctis isn't paying attention that he finds himself pinned to the mattress, ink-black hair splayed over the pillows.
He's looking up at his boyfriend now, wide-eyed, startled and more turned on than he's ever felt in his life, and he finds himself unable to look away, watching Ignis' hair tumble into his face, so recklessly, wonderfully handsome, so wild. His mouth is dry, heart pounding with every moment that passes between them, and he reaches up to cup his face, thumbing over his bottom lip. ]
I don't -- I think you should be talking about you.
[ Noctis says softly, cheeks warm with the compliment. Everything's building, racing towards something that Noctis has no idea of, and he doesn't care. As long as he's with Ignis, all will be well. ]
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[But it gets a chuckle out of him, offsetting some of the intensity of the moment with genuine, natural humor, and he reaches down to caress Noct's face the same way that Noct is exploring his own, enjoying the sight of him.]
Still all right...? We can slow down, if you need it.
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[ Noctis feels bold, reckless -- he loves the way he draws a chuckle out of Ignis' and he's leaning up to kiss him, to steal his lips with his. Gods, but Ignis is so damn beautiful when he laughs, when he softens up like that and Noctis feels himself falling in love with him all over again.
The kiss ends briefly, and Noctis settles back down, looking up at him with soft eyes, full of love, of desire, young and alight with anticipation. He's ready, and he wants more. ]
C'mon. Let's see where this takes us. Come kiss me again.
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[He strokes the backs of his fingers along Noct's jawline again, openly admiring of his soft, pretty features, but then at length nods and lowers himself back down to kiss him again.
This time, after a series of long, almost thoughtful kisses, Ignis wanders away from Noct's lips and kisses a trail down to the side of his neck, setting his mouth against the column of his neck and sucking lightly at the skin, hard enough to make it turn a little red but not enough to leave a bruise.]
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[ Noctis drawls sweetly, tilting his head back with a soft, approving little moan, enjoying the feeling of those lips on his neck. He can feel him sucking a little mark there, and he squirms under him, quietly thrilled by his attentions.
His hand coming to curl in his hair, the prince wraps his legs around his waist loosely, free hand rubbing lightly over his chest. ]
Yeah, that... more, please...
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[His words are a quiet murmur, pressed secretive against Noct's skin, but there's a hint of a chuckle behind them that betrays the fact that he's very much playing a game with it.
Treatment of his neck complete for the moment, he kisses his way down to Noct's collarbones, finding his way over to the little hollow between them and dipping his tongue inside.]
I know how you must be aching for it.
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[ Noctis tells him softly, squirming under him and pressing up against his hips, just so he can feel him in his pants. It's the first time they're doing this, and Noctis feels a warm flush of pleasure, sparks of sensation surging up his spine. Ignis is playing a game with him, and Noctis' hands stray, moving down to his back and digging his fingers lightly into the muscles of his back.
He's gasping softly, a quiet little pleased whine when he licks at his collarbone, and he knows he wants more. ]
Oh, keep going...
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[And as such he has to gauge his placement carefully, hooking a finger in the collar of Noct's shirt and pulling it down so that he can get underneath it with his exploratory nibbles and licks.
In the short term, that's a feasible enough solution, but it quickly becomes unsatisfactory the more he wants to explore and the more it inhibits his doing so. With a vaguely offended noise, he sits back a little and hooks his fingers beneath the hem of Noct's shirt down by the waist, starting to push it up as he grumbles: ]
This needs to come off.
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Mmm. Better. No one's at home, right...?
[ Noctis asks in between kisses, hand deciding to roam from waist to chest to back, as if mapping out every inch of him by touch alone. ]
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[There will be no hilarious romcom interruptions today, not if Ignis Scientia has anything to say about it.]
Mmn. Hold on, I want to be able to reach you, too...
[And somehow, holding himself up over Noctis has become unsatisfactory in the meantime, so Ignis eases himself down onto his side next to Noctis and fits up against him, catching hold and tugging until Noct is on his side too, facing each other with just a few scant inches of space between them.]
Better.
[Because now, at least, he's supported by the mattress while his hands wander the same way that Noct's are, and so that he can arch hissing into the touch of Noct's hands without worrying about losing his balance or falling.]
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[ Noctis really has to tell him that, because he's so hot for it and he's pretty sure he just wants to make out with him even more fiercely. Ignis making sure that they won't be disturbed is seriously hot, and he's happily pliant when they're on their sides facing each other.
He's smiling, reaching out to cup his cheek, to lean in to steal a kiss as he drapes a leg over his hip, drawing him closer. He's making a soft noise of approval when Ignis touches him in turn, and he can feel his heart race, his desire coiling. ]
I want more.
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[The response comes automatic, effortless, and then it hits him.]
...D'you find me sexy all the time, Noct?
[Not that it's exactly hard to guess when they're side by side on the mattress, slowly gravitating toward tangling up together.]
That sounds as though it must be very difficult...
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[ Noctis asks him, because it's really, really hard, Ignis. And speaking of hard, maybe Noctis is a little, too. He's tangled with him, grinding gently against Ignis before he knows it, the jolt of pleasure making him squirm. ]
You'd be doing something normal or random, with your sleeves rolled up and your hair down and I've got even more material to think about when I'm -- ah... on my own. Do you even realise how hot you are?
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Gently, he skims his hand down Noct's side until he finds his hip, and when he reaches it he cups his hand against it and pulls him a little more firmly against him, mostly from wanting to see the reaction he'll get.]
Tell me what part you like best. Is it the sleeves? The hair?
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He looks up at him, languidly rocking against him, feeling so good that he doesn't care that he's dry-humping his boyfriend right now. ]
It's the whole package. It's the way you look when you're focusing on something. That light frown in your brows.
[ One hand comes up to touch lightly between them, warm and playful. Another -- ]
When you get things done so quickly, it's like nothing else matters. And you -- I love how you think, how you're probably smarter than everyone in here. I bet you're thinking of a hundred different things right now as we're doing this.
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[Most notably: the way Noct's eyes darken when he discovers something he likes, and susses out the path available to him to take it. That comes easily in tandem with the way he's thinking about the placement of Noct's hands, the syncopation of the way he hasn't quite found a rhythm yet because he's still too uncertain to commit to one. There's the warmth radiating off of his freshly-bathed skin and the taste of the soap they'd used, the way his drying hair is fluffing up to frame his face and how his mouth has gone soft at the corners in a way that makes it look even more kissable than usual.
And there's the fact that it feels good for him, too. It feels good, not just from the physical sensation but from being noticed at all, being appreciated like this. It feels good to bask in the warmth of someone's love, and even moreso for it to be the reciprocated feelings of the one person he loves more than life itself.]
I'd — say it's a bit more that, than the other. Right now.
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To-MAY-to, to-MAH-to, Iggy.
[ he's seeking him out again, kissing him softly, warmly, his hips grinding up against him in small circles as he searches out his pleasure, seeking to figure out Ignis' too, wanting to return as much as he gives. He can't look away all the same, because there's a sweetness to Ignis' expression when he realises he's being appreciated, when Noctis details everything he knows and loves about him and he continues. ]
You've done so much for me. For all of us.
[ he continues softly, his other hand coming up to stroke Ignis' cheek, gentle and affectionate. ] I've never really thanked you for everything. Cooking, strategising, making sure we stayed alive, driving everywhere... what would I have done without you?
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[But there's a fine, distinct difference between what he insists — which is entirely true — and what Noct is getting at, which is also just as valid. His service has never been about receiving recognition for what he does; he would've been drummed out of Noct's inner circle years ago if anything he did had ever been for personal glory.
But that doesn't mean he doesn't still cherish the appreciation. It doesn't mean he's not still glad that it hasn't been taken for granted.]
You've such a kind, noble heart...and if the reason you have it is because I was there to ensure you could, then it's worth it.
[He smiles softly, almost beatific.]
You're worth it.
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Ignis says he's worth it -- all the pain and grief and all their fights, and then at the end of the day he smiles at him like this and tells him he's worth it, and Noctis just about melts, sliding his arm around him to tug him closer. He's gently removing his glasses, too; all the better to see those beautiful green eyes with, and he's pressing his thigh between both of Ignis' own, wanting to give him a taste of how he's feeling. ]
You're sappy.
[ He says softly, affectionately, bumping his nose to his. Maybe, just maybe, everything would be okay after all. ]
Come kiss me again, sappy dude.
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[His breath catches just a little, though, when Noctis reaches for his glasses and eases them away; it's such a little thing, but it's one of those gestures that hits him particularly significantly with how quietly intimate it is. It makes it that much easier to reach up and cup Noct's cheek in one hand, pulling him down for the kiss he wants.]
...I'm glad you're home, darling.
[And he realizes, belatedly, that what he'd meant to say was I'm glad you're back, and he almost amends it — except that home these days is perhaps less of a place and more just the state of the two of them being together, and if that's the case then it needs no changing to begin with.]
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[ Noctis murmurs, his breath catching as he hears Ignis say it. How he calls him 'darling' again, so intimate and soft, so tender that it makes his heart ache. Home, he thinks, his hand coming to rest over Ignis' chest, his beating heart -- home is with the people he loves. Home is being in Ignis' arms, and he's shifting to press soft kisses to his jaw before meeting his lips, kissing him deeply, fully, over and over again.
He manages a small smile when the kisses taper off, a flicker of amusement and a lot of wistful longing in his voice. ]
Right here with you. Think it'll be okay if we spend all our days just lying in?
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[But lest that sound like a protest, he's quick to catch Noct's mouth in a kiss again, followed by another and another, before at least he pulls back and offers up a dryly amused smile of his own.]
There's nowhere to fish in here.
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[ Noctis tells him cheesily, a weak attempt at a joke. But it definitely means he's in a better mood, and he snuggles up against him, rubbing his thigh up more deliberately between his legs, curious. ]
You said you wanted more?
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[And really, he's only human, and what Noct is doing feels undeniably good; for all that he's been trying to maintain a modicum of decorum to let feelings come first and physicality second, he can't keep back a quiet gasp as Noct cuddles closer and increases the friction between them all in one shot.]
Mm, keep doing that — is it, is it good for you, too?
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