[ Ignis's breath hitches, at the way Noct's hips roll against his, and he lets out a shuddering breath. One hand moves to the other nipple, rolling it more gently, even while his other hand comes up and cups Noct's butt, pressing down, and a little to one side, so that the next roll of those slender hips can rub them against each other just so. ]

Yes. [ It's a raspy murmur in response to Noct's plea. Anything. ] You look even more beautiful than you always do, right now, Noct. Color high in your cheeks, you eyes bright. Perhaps I should kiss your lips more, until you can feel them swollen.

[ Is this actual consideration or egging Noct on? Ignis is not sure. ]