[The small encouragement was good for Noct's nerves. His hands slip from Ignis' chest and down to his pants, flipping the button open and pulling the zipper down. His skin is running with goosebumps wherever Ignis touches him. But that's not enough.]
...you too, you know.
[he mutters, eyes locked onto Ignis' face. He knows that Ignis is hesitating, that he probably can name all the reasons for hesitation, but Noctis doesn't want them. He wants Ignis' hands on him.]
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...you too, you know.
[he mutters, eyes locked onto Ignis' face. He knows that Ignis is hesitating, that he probably can name all the reasons for hesitation, but Noctis doesn't want them. He wants Ignis' hands on him.]
Touch me...