[ The worst part of the entire discussion is... how much not only Ignis wants this, but how much he has wanted it, for a long time.
And it kind of shows in his kiss.
His hands are both on Noctis's back, now, fists bunching into the fabric of the t-shirt so as to stop himself from holding him too tightly as they discover the taste and feel of each other's mouth. Ignis is a decent kisser, really, he has discovered his preferences a long enough time ago to have had time to explore.
So this kissing. It's tender and gentle and it still. Still leaves him breathless.
In one of the slight pauses when they are catching their breaths, he dares. Just for a moment. To move one of his hands down along Noct's back and to run the pad of his thumb, the only bare digit, along the thin sliver of skin exposed between the elastic of underwear and the hem of the bunched up shirt.
(If tonight turns out to be a dream, or something that Noct does regret once he's slept...
He will at least know how it feels to touch. Just once.) ]
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And it kind of shows in his kiss.
His hands are both on Noctis's back, now, fists bunching into the fabric of the t-shirt so as to stop himself from holding him too tightly as they discover the taste and feel of each other's mouth. Ignis is a decent kisser, really, he has discovered his preferences a long enough time ago to have had time to explore.
So this kissing. It's tender and gentle and it still. Still leaves him breathless.
In one of the slight pauses when they are catching their breaths, he dares. Just for a moment. To move one of his hands down along Noct's back and to run the pad of his thumb, the only bare digit, along the thin sliver of skin exposed between the elastic of underwear and the hem of the bunched up shirt.
(If tonight turns out to be a dream, or something that Noct does regret once he's slept...
He will at least know how it feels to touch. Just once.) ]