(CONTINUE) tfln noctis -> ignis

[lureking]

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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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[ 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.

[lureking]

[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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