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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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[If there's any drinking involved, they should do it together. Again. Maybe it will trick Noct into drinking more of that tomato juice.

...Ignis looks ten times younger without glasses, is what Noct came to realize.]

Sure. [Pause.] I want to knead the dough. [Bad idea. Don't give in Ignis!]

[He pauses for a second, and then can't help snickering just a little. Not maliciously, just a sort of amused little shake of his head.]

You don't really knead pastry dough, Noctis. It doesn't have to prove. It's not like bread.

[Now his whole hand is running along the soft skin of Noct's back, up and down in soothing swipes. His fingers trail along his spine, silently counting and worshiping each bump.]

I'll teach you.

[Wait, what?]

...I've been living a lie. [A maybe too dramatical whisper.

The fingers are a pleasant distraction. If he weren't pressed up like this against Ignis, the might even put him to sleep. Ignis' fingers feel so good on his skin. So calming...]

Yeah, teach me.

[Teach him everything, not just cooking.]

[That just makes Ignis chuckle again, a big, genuine smile on his face. Not the slim, controlled smile everybody else gets. Only Noctis makes him feel like smiling.]

I've been trying to teach you for years. Perhaps now you'll listen.

[His arms move again, pulling Noctis closer still. He never wants to let him go, ever again. Reality will intrude all too soon, but for now...]

Although I do have a confession.

[At this rate, Noct will be the one needing glasses as well, because that smile is a magical as it is blinding. And he wishes he could see it more often.

His cheeks become a bit too much red-] We-Well... it was-- uhh, you were distracting. [He paid more attention to Ignis and him moving around, getting everything ready than the food he was entrusted with.

He blinks- a confession?]

Yeah?

...This.

[He nods slightly to indicate their position, the nice way their bodies match up and meet. The whole thing going on here, too.]

I've never been with anyone like this before. So...I'm not entirely certain what to do. The, erm. Mechanics of it all, I suppose.

[That blush is back. Yup. Ignis is totally a virgin and has deliberately kept his nose out of any other....erm. Extracurricular activities Noctis might have engaged in. So he's not 100% sure if Noct is as well.]

[Well, Noct didn't expect this. The confession only gets raised eyebrows and a head tilt.]

I've been kept in a glass jar, Specs. [As Ignis previously mentioned, the rules restricted him heavily, especially since he lives outside of the Citadel.] The only mechanics I know are from the internet and my fantasies.

[And damn it all, did he have fantasies. Also, all of them included only Ignis and ridiculous places that would real Ignis mark as extremely dangerous (for their public image). Speaking of confessions-]

Besides, I... wasn't really interested in anyone else. I just, [he tilts his head down and hides his completely burning face in Ignis' neck,] I only wanted you...

Oh? Oh.

[Now that was somewhat startling. He was the Prince of Lucis, after all. Surely there had to have been somebody at school...hell, Ignis was half convinced that Noctis lost his virginity to Prompto several years ago. So that was...good.]

Well then. I suppose we'll learn this together. If...if you have any particular fantasies you, erm. You'd like to try...

[So. Much. Blushing.]

[That's a ridiculous thought. He won't blame Ignis for thinking that, and he loves Prompto dearly but... yeah. And while he was Prince of Lucis, people always were interested in him because of the title. Besides, he promised his dad and Council no scandals and tabloids knocking at the Citadel door.

And, as he said, he only ever wanted Ignis.]

Mm? [He wriggles a bit in his lap.] You sure? You gonna make out with me on the Ferris Wheels? Maybe something more?

[His fantasies are definitively not safe.]

Oh gods. On a ferris wheel? The Insomnia Eye? Oh, Noct, come now.

[He's chuckling again, but this has a much more nervous edge to it. That's a fantasy of his? To be seen like that in public? To have sex in public? Ramuh's staff, he's going to get them both flogged.]

I suppose I was thinking...of other things. Done at home. In the comfort of a bed.

[Which just brings his bed to mind, and a very clear visual of Noctis spread out naked on it. ....Wow.]

[Noctis just shrugs, not lifting his head. He just said it as a joke, and it worked- it got Ignis chuckling again. And leaned on him like this, he can feel and hear the vibration of his voice and laugh. He closes his eyes briefly with a small sigh.]

That's why it's fantasy, you know.

[He lifts his head to look at Ignis, fingers trailing alongside his jaw and cheek, smiling softly-]

The bed is the best place to start. Maybe... shower? [Ignis with his hair down and wet, water gliding down his long neck- Noct can feel mouth go dry at the mental image.]

[His eyes go wide again, and his brain stalls out. Beds were one thing. Showers were quite another. That sounds unbelievable.

Before he can talk himself out of it, he's gently but firmly pushing Noctis up off the sofa, taking him by the hand, and leading him into his bathroom. They'd already both showered today, and it's a terrible waste of water, but to hell with it. A shower. Why didn't he think of this sooner?]

[Well- at least he will have something to blame for the redness of his cheeks. Warm water can make your skin flushed easily, right?]

Ohh? We're skipping the bed?

[Ignore him, he's just trying to mask the nervousness as he trails after Ignis. Noct's hand is firmly holding his, heartbeat up in his throat. They didn't even do anything yet and it already feels better than any fantasy he had.]

[If there's one thing that they've both got in their favor in this, it's familiarity. He knows every single one of Noct's tones, and that's a nervous one. He forces himself to skid to a halt, and curses himself for being stupid.]

Ah. Too fast? I'm sorry. I just...I got caught up.

[He's nervous, but not in a bad way. Of course, there's no way for Ignis to know this. So Noct just nudges Ignis forward a bit so he can close the door with his foot behind him.]

I was teasing you.

[Humming, he tugs at the collar of the sweater he's wearing-] I really like this one. I'll wear it later again, [-and then just pulls it over his head and drops it on one of the shelves nearby.]

[Once again, he's struck dumb by Noctis. He just stares at him, mouth open slightly, eyes moving up and down his body. And when he finally does find his voice, it's like he could say nothing else but:]

My gods, you're beautiful.

[And that's the stunned tone of a man who's now totally, utterly love-struck.]

[Good Lord above, Noct is going to combust from how hot his face feels. He briefly remembers that he has Ignis' glasses on top of his head so he takes them off and puts them aside.]

No muscles like Gladio and shorter than you but... I'll believe you.

[He walks up to Ignis, pulling him forward by his shirt,]

When you say it in that voice.

...How can you not know that? You're...gods.

[He goes where Noctis pulls, and grabs him back into another kiss. Another one of those hot, sensual kisses that he really shouldn't be able to do so well for a man with no experience. Apparently feelings add quite a bit to the experience.]

[Noctis is not sure how can one man set him on fire like this with just one kiss. His lips are burning and wanting more as he wraps hands around Ignis' neck, not wanting to pull away from the man now that he finally has him like this. It's so, so selfish, but Noct can't bring himself to care about it right now. And when his hands bury in Ignis' hair again, he can't help the small mantra of 'he's mine' in his head.]

[He finally pulls back again, eyes still closed, licking his lips as he does. And then he smiles again.]

Help me get my shirt off?

[He asks for help to gauge once again how into this Noctis is. Kisses and touches are one thing. This is about to be a leap of no return for the both of them, and he wants full, enthusiastic consent from his prince. If that doesn't happen, this goes no further. He might be lost, but he's not that far gone.]

[Ignis didn't have to ask twice. He wanted him out of this shirt as soon as they entered the bathroom. There's a bit of fiddling with the buttons because someone's fingers are shaking from excitement. Also, he might be enjoying touching too much because as soon as he unbuttons one, his thumbs graze the skin.

Eventually, all the buttons are undone and without a hesitation, his hands run from Ignis' abs up to his chest, slowly, just marveling the warmth and smoothness of the skin.]

[He watches carefully, breath catching in his throat with every other beat of his heart. Noctis was shaking a little, but then again, so was he. And he was definitely in the 'enthusiastic consent' portion of the night.

As Noct got his shirt open, he let out a strained little whimper, and nodded, wordlessly encouraging him to go even further down, if he wanted. To finish the job and undo one last button, pull down his fly. And as Noctis touched him, he touched in return, tentative little brushes of his fingertips along Noct's arms and chest.]

Yes...

[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.]

Touch me...

[Nodding again, not trusting his vocal cords not to betray him, he finds the button of Noct's trousers, the zipper. He pauses for just a moment, and then pulls his hands back. Then he's running his palms up Noctis' stomach and chest, mapping every angle and plane and curve of him. Just touching, as he's wanted to do for so long.]

...Our shoes?

[With a shy, but also amused, smile, Noct toes off their slippers- he's already barefoot. Ignis' touches are so slow and tentative that it makes Noct feel as if he's something too precious to touch.]

Hey, Ignis... [Noct lifts himself up on the tip of his toes to press a short kiss against the man's lips, then whispers,] ...that's not enough.

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