[His fingers find the hem of the sweater and slip underneath before he can stop himself. He just needs to touch skin. Fingertips glance against Noct's back, and he just groans, this time much louder than before. Well. If this is Ignis when he unhooks his brain and just goes with it, he's a heck of a lot more fun than the stuffy advisor, that's for certain.
Although he's not quite to the point where he's ready to start...moving other actionable body parts. Not yet, anyway. Even if Noctis does feel far too nice, straddled across his lap.]
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Although he's not quite to the point where he's ready to start...moving other actionable body parts. Not yet, anyway. Even if Noctis does feel far too nice, straddled across his lap.]