[ Ignis's breath hitches as he can feel Noct's body go from about fifteen to sixty in the space of a dozen heartbeats. A part of him wants to ask. To question again. Even if it's merely about... whether Noct wants them to keep on like that. Because they can, and it will be good, Six, it already is.

But they are past questioning certainty.

Instead, Ignis dips one hand beneath the t-shirt and runs the tips of his fingers - and his very blunt nails - down Noct's spine, as a wordless yes.

His other hand comes to cup Noct's cheek to tip his face up, just enough that he can kiss him.

Absolutely nothing other than heat and love in that kiss. ]