[The squeeze just makes Noct's lower body press even more against Ignis, wanting some kind of friction. His cheeks are impossibly red and the hot water isn't even turned on yet.
Noctis buries his face into Ignis' neck, his hands resting on the hips-]
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Noctis buries his face into Ignis' neck, his hands resting on the hips-]
Let's make up for it, hmm?
[Becuase Noctis wanted this for so long as well.]