[Noct threads his fingers in blond hair, leaning his forehead against Ignis'. He's not sure if Ignis can feel it underneath his fingers, but there are soft shivers whenever he touches a place he didn't before. Gods, it feels good and he doesn't want him to stop anytime soon.]
Sounds like a great idea.
[And after this, Noctis won't be able to help himself from just staring and wanting to kiss him and obviously go against the principles they set just half an hour ago.]
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Sounds like a great idea.
[And after this, Noctis won't be able to help himself from just staring and wanting to kiss him and obviously go against the principles they set just half an hour ago.]
...I can cook with you?