trixx | (CONTINUE) tfln noctis -> ignis

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(CONTINUE) tfln noctis -> ignis

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[sometimes noctis forgot that they were only two years apart, they they were no longer children or that ignis wasn't his extreme elder. not that he looked the part, no, but it's hard to think anything of it when he was being nagged about something or other in a motherly tone.

but now that they're alone, a precious commodity all things considered, and he's in a state of undress (he at least threw on a shirt and his boxers before lounging on his throne of pillows,) it sort of... hit him. it probably wasn't very appropriate to feed ignis in this way, or how his attention flicked from his eyes to his lips and the way he licked them clean.

noctis could feel a patch of heat crawling up the nape of his neck, breath hitching only barely- but enough for him to notice. and the rare smile nearly caught him off his guard. but it was enough to make him look away, ducking his head a bit to hide whatever heat made it's way to his face.

man... what was that all about?]

I like this better.

[all things considered.

noctis did like a good party, but it had to depend on his mood and how much he was willing to socialize for a day... or a week. too much company drained him, which... probably wasn't the best trait for a future king to display but he was working on it.

ignis was... home. and he needed home tonight (morning?) in particular.]

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[ Ignis half wants to tell him to stop, or to ask him if he's sure that is necessary, because his blood seems to be sloshing up and down, either making his cheeks flush, or hardening his cock (some of those nibbles seem to send it right down, for example), or the exact spot where Noct's mouth is. It feels incredibly good and incredibly uncomfortable at the same time...

But he can see enough of Noct's face, most of the time, he can see his eyes, and he can tell that it's definitely and exactly what Noct wants to be doing just now and. That makes it even hotter, and even better, and even more uncomfortable. He feels like a string that's being pulled too tight, and when Noct's nails scratch down his sides, his head digs into the pillows as his back arches, his fingers bunching into fabric helplessly while a moan tears out of his throat.

It's.

Embarrassing.

And so good.

When Noct presses against him, his his lurch up for some friction before he can stop himself, then he stills them, instead wrapping his arms around Noct's trim shoulders and pressing him close. He's shaking a little, trying to get his breath back, just a little. ]

I... apologize... if I seem to be overreacting.

[ But it is just a little overwhelming, gj, Noct. ]

[Noctis gasps at the moan Ignis makes, the sound of it going straight through him and to his cock. He was gradually getting harder, but... that sent him there very suddenly. It takes everything in him not to rock his hips back, the friction was nearly too much. And... he needed more. Oh, Six did he need more.]

Don't... apologize.

[He breathed, rolling his hips against Ignis', shuddering as a shot of pleasure breaks down his spine. He moans then, a needy and desperate sound as he clutches the older man.

His breathing is uneven, the heat rising in his body.]

[ 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. ]

[Nails digging into Ignis' skin just a little as he let's the heat wash over him, it caused his body to shudder as he presses more against the older man.

It was... intoxicating? The more he had a taste, the more he wanted to have. The kissing wasn't enough, it just stoked the flames in the pit of his stomach, and he needed to feel his bare skin against Ignis'.

So... with much difficulty he manages to tear away from the kiss, panting softly against Ignis' lips before he slowly settles back on his knees. Pulling his shirt off finally, a part of him wanted to be self conscious about it... but a larger part of him needed to feel the man's hands on his body, and the electricity between them when their bare skin meets.

Without much hesitation, growing bolder, he takes Ignis' hand and guides his smooth palm up his thigh... to his hip and against the lean muscle of his stomach.

Noctis' breath hitches a little at the action he caused, his heart beating a bit faster as he murmers Ignis' name.]

[ It was incredibly hot, and incredibly sweet, to watch and feel Noctis get his bearings as to the pleasure of touch and contact and the breathtaking intensity that something so small can be. And no, there is no judgment in the way he looks at Noct's body. Not even that much curiosity, considering how long they have known each other and how much of that time they've spent enough time together to see each other training, changing... all of that.

But the self-consciousness is there, and Ignis lets his eyes linger with the longing he does feel.

And then Noct runs his hand over Noct's body and. Oh.

It feels good to him. By the sound oh Ignis's name, by the entirety of his reaction.

Cautiously, he starts moving his hand along the lean stomach, his eyes focused on Noct's. Up. And a little to the side. Letting his smooth fingerpad - just one finger - roll over a nipple. Lightly. If it's too intense, or not affecting him much, he can move on - there is always the side of his neck, the spot behind his ear, the inside of his thigh... so many places which can make Noct react.

And Ignis, Six help him, he wants to learn all of them. ]

[There was something about the eye contact while Ignis worked up his body that made Noctis run hot. His entire body was on fire, Ignis' palm searing heat through his flesh. He gasps at the slight brush against his nipple, his entire body feeling more sensitive than it ever has been. He has to bite his lip, but the whimper he was trying to hold back still makes itself known- albeit a little muffled.

In this position it is so easy to just... roll his hips, rock them a little for the much needed friction.

So he does.

Eyes closing as he... does it again, and he leans down a bit, palms on Ignis' chest, to angle himself a little better, feeling his erection press up... and his breath hitches.

Finally he opens his eyes, heavily lidded as he gazes down at the man.]

...Please.

[Almost a whine- and he's unsure of what he is asking for, but he... wants something, articulating it is another problem entirely.]

[ 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. ]

[There's another whine, but more of a moan than the last. He didn't know what to do with his hands or body, all he knew was how good this all felt. If only he had the experience to pleasure Ignis properly... then again, who else could he do this with? No one else caught his interest, no one else he had this bond with.

If it had to be anyone, it had to be Ignis.

Noctis wets his lips at the suggestion, blue eyes heavily lidded as he maintains the eye contact. If it was meant to egg him on, it worked. He has nothing to say in response, instead he takes what he assumes is an invitation, leaning in unbearably close before the hunger hits him and he's kissing Ignis hard.

The other kisses were more... like experiments, to get used to how they go. This... this had a purpose. It was searing, it was hot, trying to convey his needs and his wants with just this kiss.]

[ And Ignis. Ignis kisses back, hard and long and deep, until he's breathless and his mind too drunk on the long longed-for sweetness of Noct's want, want for him, want for everything that he is, as opposed to being a merely tolerated necessity, a nuisance item owned... his mind so drunk on that that he dares to gasp against Noct's lips, ]

Noct, I... I need to get at least the pants off. [ But not too carried away to add, ] may I?

[ It'll require that they separate and Ignis doesn't want to, but he - he wants. He wants more contact. He wants to feel the warmth of Noct's skin against his own, the little ways that their legs will catch against each other the - everything. Everything. ]

Y-Yeah.

[His lips beginning to throb from the kissing, which only made him ache for more. But Ignis was right, he needed to take his pants off at the very least. It meant moving and parting from this warmth. But maybe it was a good thing, the heat had his head spinning and he was getting a little tired from kneeling and leaning over him so much.

So he takes this as his cue to move off of him, whining immediately at how much cooler it was as he flops down on his back into his kingdom of pillows. Already quite hard, body flushed and lips nearly swollen from kisses. And he's watching Ignis expectantly with half lidded eyes.]

[ 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. ]

[It's apparently a sensitive spot, that area under his knee. Immediately a shiver breaks down his spine at his touch, biting his bottom lip and fighting with himself not to squirm. Noctis does gasp in surprise when he feels the pad of Ignis' thumb the tender and sensitive part of his inner thigh, it made him feel even harder if that was possible, nearly bucking his hips with need.

There was something endlessly charming and endearing about the question. As if he could say no now... never before has he ever wanted something so badly. And wanted someone so badly.

Nodding his head in consent, unable to tear his gaze away from the man.

...He wanted to kiss him again. Noctis could wait, but it was a growing need, enough to rival the other one.]

Ignis...

[ The big trouble with exchanging positions, however, is that Ignis is a little bit more in charge again, and his mind starts working and questioning once more. Not if he wants - despite all his efforts to extricate that from himself, he does want - but again, if he should.

But he can see enough of the look in Noct's eyes that... if he stops now, something between them will be broken, possibly beyond hope of repair.

So he does tug down the underwear, carefully releasing the erection beneath, and slipping it past the curve of Noct's behind and down, off of his legs. And...

His hands come up to Noct's chest. Caressing, simply caressing. Chest, arms. Stomach. Very careful to not tickle, but very gentle. And his eyes hold the blue pair's gaze, making this not a tease but its own kind of worship.

He uses his legs to get into the position he wants, all the while continuing the body caressing, only shifting from fingertips to whole palms, after a few moments.

Wait for it, Noct.

Because he does finally lean in for a kiss. A long, lingering kiss. During which his hand finally slips down, to the lower stomach, and then slides, full-palm, along the underside of Noct's erection, fingertips to the balls and then up until he can press them to the underside of the tip, before wrapping his hand around to stroke, lightly.

Lightly at first, at least.

And he murmurs against Noctis's lips, ]

I am right here, Noct. Right here.

[Being this exposed, it was nothing Ignis hasn't seen before. But something was different now, of course. There was intent now, a purpose. Having Ignis undress him made something inside his heart twist. It was good- everything was good. A part of him still wished he had some sort of experience, so Ignis didn't have to guide him through all of this. But at the same time who else would it be?

His touch set him on fire, and he takes a sharp breath at the feel of his hands. Each caress did something to him and he felt like he needed more. Immediately. Which was... incredibly selfish, so he kept those needs to himself for now.

All in due time.

Although he was getting impatient- Noctis wanted that kiss.

He was going to ask again when Ignis finally complies, now the touch caught him by surprise- and oh.]

--Ignis.

[Everything was so light, he can feel himself press into his hand for something a little more. So needy and direct. He wanted to utter another 'please' for him, but he couldn't find his voice.]

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