coeurdefeu | For Nocts

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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[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.]

[Ignis' head thumps back against the tile, and he's thoroughly trapped. How is it possible that this feels so damn good? One hand shakily moves into Noct's hair, stroking it back and holding on. Not tightly, but just a little bit of pressure there.

A guttural moan leaves him as Noct moves in closer, takes him just so nicely. He couldn't look away even if he wanted to. Which he most certainly does not.]

S-Shiva's tits~

[Noct wouldn't mind even if the grip was a bit tighter. It sends exciting tingles down his back and just encourages him. His movements are slow and testing, not really knowing his own limits yet, but very eager to make Ignis feel good.

He finally dares to look up more boldly, keeping his gaze on the clouded green eyes and Noct can't hold back a shiver. He'd curse too if his mouth weren't so happily busy.]

[When their eyes meet, Ignis is just utterly overwhelmed. He's been wildly in love with this man for pretty much his entire life, and now they're here. Impossible. Unprofessional. And yet so very good, and right.]

Noct...!

[His voice cracks even in one syllable, and he's already too close for comfort. Good lord, none of his textbooks warned him of this, that he'd be ready to go off after just a few seconds. It takes a supreme effort of will to hold it back.]

[He hums at the way Ignis calls his name. The way it rolls off his lips in the most beautiful way keeps Noct's nerves on fire. He pulls away, noting that Ignis is completely restraining himself from coming and just uses his hand to stroke him slowly.]

Not yet...?

[He places kisses on the lower stomach, nipping at the skin. Noct wouldn't mind getting him off completely with his mouth- he's just not sure if Ignis wants that.]

Nnngh. Not yet...

[He collects himself, only just barely. And he's trembling a little again. But when he cups his hand to Noctis' cheek, he feels like he wants to just break down and cry.]

That feels unbelievable, gods. You...I can't believe we're....wow.

[Yup. Be proud, Noctis, you've finally gotten old stick in the mud Ignis to break.]

[Noctis just hums and turns his head to place a soft kiss on the palm of Ignis' hand.]

Glad it does.

[And he is proud. That stick is not just pulled out- he broke it in half and tossed it away. He gets back up on his feet and with a playful smile wriggles out of his clothes (pants and underwear) and tosses them out of the shower.

He presses up against Ignis, hands roaming down his chest-] You feel really good too...

[The feeling of their bodies pressing together is sheer heaven, and he groans, wrapping his arms around Noct's lean waist. And then a little lower, both hands drifting down over his ass and giving it a squeeze.]

You have no idea how long I've wanted this.

[Or maybe he does. This is just the beginning of something truly magical.]

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;3

me = kinda dim sometimes

it's okay it happens xD

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