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For Nocts

[Mid-afternoon. Much later than Ignis usually sleeps. His brain hooks into the here-and-now, and groans. Well, his headache is gone, as is his hangover, but he just missed an entire morning.

Thank god it's his 'day off.' Of course, being Noctis' advisor means no real days off after all.

Case in point.

Noctis Lucis Caelum, upcoming King of Lucis CXIV, Chosen of the Crystal and Light....is asleep next to him and drooling slightly on the pillow. Heh.

Quietly, gently, Ignis slides out of bed and slips into his en suite bathroom, turning on the shower to warm it up while he brushes his teeth. Noctis will likely sleep right through, anyway. You could set a thunder bomb off under his bed and he wouldn't twitch.]

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You do sleep enough for this to be a dream.

[And that's just straight up fond teasing. His fingers are moving, exploring, but carefully avoiding the old scar on Noct's back. Even through the sweater, he knows where not to go. And gods, he wants that sweater out of the way so he can touch bare skin. The most dangerous thought yet.]

But if you're dreaming, I must be, too. In which case, the same request applies.

[He'd roll his eyes at the teasing if he wasn't so happy right now. The fingers are making his hair stand up on edge and honestly, even if Ignis did graze his scar, Noct is sure he wouldn't mind it.

It's Ignis. His Ignis. The person that knows him better than anyone.]

I will do my best to fulfill that request then, [Noct says with a happy grin.]

[And that grin, right there, is his Noctis. The sweet, sensitive boy who loves animals and fishing video games and when he smiles, the sun comes up. There's a moment where Ignis just basks in that grin, lets his heart go wild. And then he takes another breath.]

So. Now what?

[It's up to Noct. It always has been.]</small<

[Noct hums, pulling his head away a bit and fixing those glasses. There. Now he can see those green eyes properly.]

The movie idea wasn't bad at all you know. The action movie, not the romance one. [Pause.] Ice cream as well. From that place that lets you put tons of toppings.

[Sounds like a date. But it's not. But it is to them. But it's not to the others. You get the idea.]

And can you promise me you'll behave yourself? One hundred percent?

[Because out in public they ran the risk of being photographed. And cameras were remarkably good at capturing minutia of expression. For example, a lusty look, or a smoldering glance, or dozens of other actionable expressions.

Ignis finally reaches up, and brushes the backs of his knuckles across Noct's jawline, studying his face like he's water in a desert.]

Pretend you're bored with me? Like I'm nothing more than your nagging advisor whom you've ditched in the past for arcade excursions? Hmm?

Don't I always behave myself?

[Hey, if the cameras didn't catch Noct with lustful gazes up until now (because sometimes, he didn't hide at all), they won't now. Also, he might grab a cap or something to keep his face under a shade so he's not recognized as fast.

He leans into the touch, closing his eyes briefly, sighing.]

You mean to complain about the movie, the popcorn not having enough butter, nap half way through the said movie and put so many ice cream toppings you end up scolding me?

Hm. Not always.

[Ignis' thumb is now tracing back and forth across the soft line of Noctis' lower lip, fingers cupping his jaw. Wondering if he should kiss him again. Wondering if he'll be allowed to do more than just kiss. But this has been so long in coming, he's skittish now. They really could ruin both their lives entirely if they jumped in too fast.]

I still don't understand the appeal of that many toppings. The flavors of the ice cream are lost entirely.

What? I object.

[He's not objecting at all if that smile is anything to go by. The smile turns into a grin again when he feels the thumb near his lips and he can't help himself but press a short kiss to it. It's there, he can't resist it.]

But I can never decide. Whenever I put one, I always see a better topping.

[They should probably keep it slow, but if it becomes too slow, Ignis might get a visit in the middle of the night. Again. And it won't be to cure his hangover.]

You lack discipline, highness.

[Oh, and that tone is decidedly sensual, suddenly opening up an entirely new avenue to explore. Oh, gods, sometimes he wishes he weren't a strategist, seeing so many different options. Because it is decidedly too soon, after only one kiss, to even be contemplating that level of play. He's blushing again, definitely.]

Oh, hell. That was...far too suggestive, I'm sorry.

Perhaps you should discipline me more.

[And Noct just follows the suit, falling into the flow with Ignis, as if it is completely natural. His own cheeks are flushed red just from thinking about what it implies. There's a small smirk as he leans up to press a small kiss on Ignis' jaw.]

You hear me complaining?

Actually, yes. Frequently. As in not twenty minutes ago, when I distinctly heard the word 'beans!' come out of your mouth in a very piercing whine.

[More teasing. This one, he takes the edge off by leaning back in and returning that little kiss, just at the corner of Noct's mouth.]

I do enjoy your mouth, however. I shouldn't complain.

[That gets Noct to roll his eyes. He ate the peas! True, one escaped in his embarrassed and uncomfortable fury but he ate them. Don't bring beans into flirty times, Specs.

Still, the kiss gets him distracted again and he chuckles-]

Well~ now there's nothing to stop you from shutting me up, you know.

[Smirk.]

Hmm. Interesting. I serve you vegetables, you whine, I kiss you to make you compliant. If I'd known that would work, I'd have done it years ago.

[And now he really can't resist. He pulls Noct in for another kiss, this one deeper and slower and excruciatingly sensual. The kind of kiss that usually leads to a soft, horizontal surface if allowed to go on.]

[Noct wanted to say that he definitively should've done it but the kiss is way better. He doesn't even bother to hold back a groan at how good it feels and he just presses up against Ignis even more. Seriously, he needs to stop holding back with him- Noctis wants all these kisses and way, way more than what he's probably allowed. But he's greedy like that- when it comes to Ignis.]

[Gods, what are they doing? Well, it's too late to question it now, they're way over the line and frankly? This just feels right. It shouldn't, and yet it does. He knows he's setting himself up for inevitable heartbreak, but for now, he's holding on tight.

After a moment, he pulls back again. Doesn't say a word. Simply takes Noctis' hand and leads him over to the sofa. (Not the bedroom. Not yet. Even though he so desperately wants it.)]

Sit with me?

[If his legs didn't feel like jelly before, that kiss definitively turned them into it. Gingerly, he follows after Ignis and tilts his head at the question.

And decides to be a bit daring. If only to see the reaction.

He just climbs in Ignis' lap, leg on each side of his lap and hands on his shoulders. Don't be deceived by that smile.]

...too bold?

[The noise that leaves Ignis' throat is something like a cross between keening need and a huff of disbelief. Noctis Lucis Caelum is straddling his lap. He was doomed. His hands land on Noct's sides, to hold him steady and to keep him in place. It's an automatic gesture at first, but then it's deliberate.]

Erm. Not...no? Erm. Gods. You're going to be the death of me.

[Noct uses the leverage to scoot even more. Astrals, Ignis is cute when he stutters. Usually, he's so well spoken and proper but now? And he is to blame for it? Noct can feel happy tingles go down his back.]

Good. This is more comfortable than the couch.

Oh, please.

[He actually laughs a little at that, because while he's not skin and bones, he's not exactly 'comfortable' either. But he's blushing and laughing again, and his hands are still holding Noct steady. He can feel the tendons in his neck stretching as he tips his head back up to look at his lover...lover. Gods above and below and all the tiny fish in Leviathan's bath, they're lovers.]

You...have any ideas on what to do now that you're comfortable?

[He'll argue with you about that, Specs.

Speaking of, he takes them off Ignis' face and places them on his own head and leans in.]

Well... I do have a few ideas...

[And with a smile, he presses their lips together in a slow kiss. Just relishing in the warmth that it sends through his body. The thought of them being lovers might make Noct into a pile of a blushing, stuttering mess so... perhaps it won't be wise to say it aloud?]

[That's Ignis. Always thinking ahead. Perhaps too far ahead. He doesn't protest the removal of his glasses, although he blinks to refocus. His eyes aren't that bad, he can cope without them, but it does put a bit of a misty fuzz over the scene when they're gone.

His eyes are very wide and very bright as Noct closes the distance once again. Kiss number three, just as amazing if not more so than numbers one and two. It knocks him breathless and thoughtless and he lets his body do the thinking for a change. And so he pulls Noctis closer, chest to chest as they kiss.]

[He doesn't need to look at anything too far away anyway. Noct is right there, in his lap. And probably not going anywhere for a while.

The kiss is kept slow and warm, but the contact and those hands on his hips and around him just sends a very visible shiver down his back. Gods, this feels too good. So good it's almost frightening.]

[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.]

[The fingers draw out a gasp from Noct which in turn breaks the kiss. Curses, was he this sensitive? Or is it because it's Ignis- a person he wanted to touch him the most? Unfortunately, there was no more space for him to press up against Ignis.

His lips kiss him, gently, the touches feeling like licks of fire dancing over his skin.]

...you're leaving me breathless...

[In every possible way there is.]

Yeah. Same.

[Definitely losing his cool here. In the best possible way. His thumbs are tracing little soft arcs along Noct's sides, while his fingers are splayed out along his back. It's so...soft. So soft and warm and he wants more.]

Suggestion? Let's watch a movie here tonight. I'll go rent us something. Get us whatever ice cream you like.

[Because as lovely as a date sounds, staying in and taking full advantage of this wonderful new thing between them sounds infinitely better.]

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