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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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[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.

[He knows it's not enough. Astrals, he knows, and also wants more. So. In for a gil.

His hands move down, below the waistline, and he cups Noct's groin gently but firmly with one hand, while the other cops a feel of his ass.]

...Too bold?

[Heh. Just like Ignis to tease Noct with his own words.]

[Noctis' hands grip on Ignis' sides at the touch, a loud groan slipping past his lips. His brain doesn't even register the fact that Ignis quoted him from earlier.]

Fuck, not bold enough.

[His sight is a bit clouded but it doesn't stop him from looking up and giving Ignis' lower lip a nibble.]

More... please?

[He's never seen this side of Noct before, wanting so desperately. He'd dreamed of it, he'd imagined it thousands of times, but the reality is far, far better. Before he can talk himself out of it, he pulls back again, and then slides his hand inside the front of Noct's underwear, taking his dick in hand.

Oh.

Well.

That's....]

Oh gods...!

[Noct's head falls against Ignis' shoulder, hips rocking into the touch. He can hear his groans ring off the bathroom's walls, but that's all taller man's fault. And from the way he's reacting, it's not bad. Right?

Shit, he seriously can't control his voice.

A tad bit clumsily, his own hand slips past Ignis' underwear, fingers wrapping around his length and giving it a slow, testing stroke.]

[Bloody hell, they weren't even going to make it into the shower. They were really doing this, right here and now. But he wasn't going to stop now. Hell no.

His forehead drops onto Noct's shoulder, and he groans aloud when he's touched and stroked so nicely. Hoping he's doing it right (he has his own practice kit, as it were, but this is still new) he returns the favor, stroking up and down tentatively. Already his breathing is a scattered mess.]

Noct...that feels so....gods...

[Noct moans softly but doesn't miss words from Ignis. If this is how he gets from this, he wonders if he could... maybe he shouldn't. But he really wants to.

He presses a kiss on Ignis' neck and grins-]

I want to do much more to you though...

[He removes his hand from Ignis' pants and nudges him towards the shower. After having him cornered against the wall Noct's hands tug down the pants and the underwear from Ignis' legs.]

You asked me about my fantasies earlier... this is definitively the one I think about the most, [Noct says and crouches down, looking all too happy to do this.]

Eep.

[Yes, that was Ignis squeaking like a schoolgirl as Noctis crowded him against the shower wall, pulling down his pants and underwear. The tightly controlled and mature advisor to the future king was turning into something of a shy, flustered cliche.

He's absolutely hard, though, panting heavily as Noctis slides down his body, green eyes wide with surprise and need. It's official, he'd willingly risk exile just for this visual alone, let alone what's obviously about to happen.]

[Noctis' lips leave a trail over blond man's stomach and travel lower while his hands move from the hips to the inside of his thighs and back up. He doesn't dare look up just yet because his face is flaming red, but he doesn't intend to back out.

Teasingly, he lets his tongue run on the underside of Ignis' dick, drawing a long, flat line up to the tip. It still feels a bit unreal that he actually got to do this with Ignis so he's going to make sure he does his best to draw out all the sounds he can. His lips wrap around the tip while his hand holds the base, stroking him slowly. Noct half wishes Ignis wouldn't look at his face right now, but at the same time, it sends a pleasant shiver down his back.]

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;3

me = kinda dim sometimes

it's okay it happens xD

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