You can tell everyone it's because I'm a bad kisser.
[A weak joke with equally weak humor in response, but he leans into Noct's hand and continues watching him seriously, tracking the way that Noct's defenses are slowly breaking down and knowing that with just a little more push, just a little more coaxing, they might reach the point where he can break his walls open after all.]
Please, Noct. For me? Just...let them out.
[That torrent of emotions he knows is inside, that he can see hidden in Noct's wobbling expression.]
[ Noctis protests, soft and quiet. He's frowning, because he's too proud for that, because this is asking too much too quickly, when Noctis has always wanted to put on a strong front for him. Ignis worries, and the last thing he wants to do is add more burdens onto him.
Maybe he'll try again, maybe the next time around will be much better. He's still clinging to what's left of his walls, even if they're cracking, even as he grips Ignis tight and feels the hot stinging of tears he so desperately pushes back. ]
[He holds him, carefully, making the tiniest of adjustments to the way that they're positioned to more securely pin Noctis to the mattress — ever seeking to help him feel safe, shielded from the world between a soft place and the familiar strength of Ignis's body.
He knows better than to push, though; if his coaxing wasn't enough to bring Noct's walls down, then he's not going to keep assailing them. Noctis knows what he needs, and the pace at which he needs to take this. It would be antithetical to seeking to comfort him, to try to push him out of his comfort zone in a moment like this.]
It's been a hard time for you, lately. Come here, and let me kiss you.
[It's a gently offered out, a means of escape. Kissing is easy, and doesn't have to involve heartbreak.]
[ Noctis knows what he needs, and what he needs is Ignis, in every way that he can. He doesn't miss that protectiveness, how he eases up on a pain that is still too real despite his retreat into the woods.
He's looking up at him now, admiring the fine features of his face, the concern in his words. Ignis loves him enough to let it go for the time being, and he's reaching out to cup his cheek, leaning up to kiss his mouth. It's slow and soft and Noctis knows that there is no easy solution to what they are made to burden, but maybe this, for now, this is enough. ]
Kiss me always.
[ Noctis murmurs. They are heartfelt words, genuine and honest, because he can think of no greater comfort than to be with the one he loves with all his heart. He's kissing him again, stealing another, his hand sliding down to curve over his ass lightly just because he can. ] I only want you right now.
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[A weak joke with equally weak humor in response, but he leans into Noct's hand and continues watching him seriously, tracking the way that Noct's defenses are slowly breaking down and knowing that with just a little more push, just a little more coaxing, they might reach the point where he can break his walls open after all.]
Please, Noct. For me? Just...let them out.
[That torrent of emotions he knows is inside, that he can see hidden in Noct's wobbling expression.]
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[ Noctis protests, soft and quiet. He's frowning, because he's too proud for that, because this is asking too much too quickly, when Noctis has always wanted to put on a strong front for him. Ignis worries, and the last thing he wants to do is add more burdens onto him.
Maybe he'll try again, maybe the next time around will be much better. He's still clinging to what's left of his walls, even if they're cracking, even as he grips Ignis tight and feels the hot stinging of tears he so desperately pushes back. ]
Lemme just... I'm so tired.
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[He holds him, carefully, making the tiniest of adjustments to the way that they're positioned to more securely pin Noctis to the mattress — ever seeking to help him feel safe, shielded from the world between a soft place and the familiar strength of Ignis's body.
He knows better than to push, though; if his coaxing wasn't enough to bring Noct's walls down, then he's not going to keep assailing them. Noctis knows what he needs, and the pace at which he needs to take this. It would be antithetical to seeking to comfort him, to try to push him out of his comfort zone in a moment like this.]
It's been a hard time for you, lately. Come here, and let me kiss you.
[It's a gently offered out, a means of escape. Kissing is easy, and doesn't have to involve heartbreak.]
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He's looking up at him now, admiring the fine features of his face, the concern in his words. Ignis loves him enough to let it go for the time being, and he's reaching out to cup his cheek, leaning up to kiss his mouth. It's slow and soft and Noctis knows that there is no easy solution to what they are made to burden, but maybe this, for now, this is enough. ]
Kiss me always.
[ Noctis murmurs. They are heartfelt words, genuine and honest, because he can think of no greater comfort than to be with the one he loves with all his heart. He's kissing him again, stealing another, his hand sliding down to curve over his ass lightly just because he can. ] I only want you right now.