[ Ignis is loath to relinquish the contact, and even more so the touch, so his fingers linger along Noct's body until the prince is fully flopped, then just eyes him with narrowed eyes for a moment before shaking his head slightly to shimmy out of the pants with a sight of relief.
Then he sits on the edge of the bed, reaching a hand to place under one of Noct's knees, then spreads his palm and starts running it along Noct's thigh, slender and shapely, one thumb caressing the tenderer inside of the thigh, until his fingertips snag at the edge of the underwear.
Watching very careful for all of Noct's reaction, he tugs very lightly down, a question, silent and easy to ignore but still easy to interpret right. ]
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Then he sits on the edge of the bed, reaching a hand to place under one of Noct's knees, then spreads his palm and starts running it along Noct's thigh, slender and shapely, one thumb caressing the tenderer inside of the thigh, until his fingertips snag at the edge of the underwear.
Watching very careful for all of Noct's reaction, he tugs very lightly down, a question, silent and easy to ignore but still easy to interpret right. ]