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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[There is something about after the kiss, where they're catching their breath and taking a moment. Noctis feels lightheaded but in a good way, as weird as that sounds, and he just... could not keep his eyes off of the other man. His lips and his eyes in particular. Now he just... needed to maybe fix something, because of their body heat he noted the edges of Ignis' glasses were starting to fog up.

Can't have that.

Reaching up to tug off Ignis' glasses and gently set them aside, biting his bottom lip briefly, glancing back up at him through thick lashes. It's always a treat, Ignis without his glasses. But now he could really appreciate it.

Eyes closing briefly, enjoying the touch.

Noctis does have a complaint, however:]

Take your gloves off...

[ Noctis likely doesn't know... no, actually, he's almost certain that, even with their camping, Noctis doesn't know that the glasses are the first thing he puts on in the morning, and that he feels very... extremely vulnerable without them. So the hand still in Noct's shirt tightens a little, but he doesn't try to stop him. His breath just trembles a little. In. And out. And then the gloves... ]

Are you sure about those?

[ It is a weak joke, and he doesn't even manage to expand it onto stranger sensations than palm-touch. Perhaps also because ... he is rather certain Noct has no basis of comparison. But mainly because without the glasses and the gloves, he feels completely bare, even if all other pieces of clothing are still on him.

It doesn't matter. It is not that he doesn't want to expose himself to Noct, for Noct to touch and see every part of himself that Noct wants to see. It's just that he's shy and...

If Noct overcame his shyness to talk to him, he can do so, too, can't he?

His hands move, the arms still bracing the slighter body, and he tugs the gloves off, the motion familiar and quick enough. Then he tosses them on the floor by Noct's bed... to gently place one palm at the small of Noct's back, very unsure what to do with the other.

In the end, he strokes too-smooth fingerpads lightly along the back of Noct's neck, under the hair. ]

There.

I'm sure about all of it.

[He doesn't specify what he's referring to, it was a wide and general sweeping statement. One that he meant with every fiber of his being.

He takes the time to quietly watch him, perhaps he didn't know just to what extent he was pushing Ignis, but he knew about the gloves. Patient as only a fisherman could be, heavily lidded blues taking in every movement.

When he finally touches him again he closes his eyes, letting out a soft little sigh. This... was far better. It was just them in this hotel room, the street alive with celebration, the moon shining through the slits in the blinds and illuminating what it could. It was a perfect sort of moment on a rocky night.

There is a moment of consideration before he's reaching back to take the hand at the nape of his neck. Making sure to be careful so Ignis doesn't get the right idea. Sitting up, knees pressing into soft pillows and the firmer mattress. Settled nice and pretty in the older man's lap.

Slowly he opens eyes as he brings a smooth palm to his lips, maintaining eye contact as he tenderly kisses his palm.]

Noct...

[ Ignis's voice trembles. There is a bit of tension around his lips, but... his eyes are warm and open. It feels extremely good, between the way those blue eyes stay on his and the sensation of soft lips over a palm that... well. He's not used to either attention paid to it, nor to feeling that is pleasant coming through it. He takes his gloves off to shower, to cook, to, well. A few other things, usually messy ones. Sometimes when with a partner. Hence...

Yeah, he needs a moment to get his breathing back into control.

Then his fingers curl to tenderly caress Noct's cheek. ]

That may take a little while to sink in. Be patient about it? It has nothing... nothing to do with how much I love you.

[ He has to say it. He has to, even while his hand moves down, curling lightly over a buttock, before sliding down over Noct's bare thigh. Because he knows himself, and he knows Noct. And Noct will get frustrated, and... probably hurt.

Noct hurt is very much not a wanted outcome. ]

[The way Ignis' voice trembles goes straight through him, he could only imagine what is going through his mind right now. Noctis was asking a lot of him in one evening, and it was starting to sink in. But he can't help but look at him, how clear and nice those eyes are, how handsome Ignis' face is regardless of glasses.

Kissing his palm again, then the tip of each finger. Everything about Ignis was perfect, and maybe he doesn't show it when the others are around (something about masculinity and embarrassment) or... ever. It makes his stomach tight.

It's never too late to start, right?

Leaning in to every touch, eyes closing as he takes every amount of affection. This is someone who has starved himself from such things every since his accident and the incident in Tenebrae.]

Of course I can be patient. [Scoffing softly.] Who do you think you're talking to?

[Although that exploring hand gave another impression, a shiver running down his spine at the soft level of intimacy.]

We don't have to do anything.

[A little could go a long way, though. As he leans up for another kiss, a softer one.]

[ ... ah.

Ignis's mouth eases, after the kiss. Not quite a smile, but the tension fades, a little. (Noctis isn't the most patient out there... but he can be, that is true.) ]

Not quite the kind of patient I meant, actually. Though, of course, we do not have to do anything.

[ ... after all, Noct is the one who hasn't.

That said, the way he meets Noct's eyes shows exactly how well he is aware Noct really, really wants to. Do something. Possibly not sure what exactly, but something.

His hand moves, to brush the back of his knuckles along Noct's cheek. ]

I meant, be patient if - when you still feel the same way in the morning - I am surprised.

I believe you. And I will believe you again.

[ There are many ways in which people can say Noctis is flawed, but 'easily changeable' is not one of them. Ignis does believe this is not a whim, not a moment to be disgusted at, in the morning, not for the caring. (The reasons may reassert themselves, but... Ignis knows that Noct cares.)

All of that more or less out of the way.

... more kissing is good, about now, isn't it? Soft, but not quite chaste. (Once he is committed, Ignis rarely sways from the course he is on.) ]

Of course I'll still feel the same way.

[It's not like he gave away his heart easily. But he supposes this is where the patience part was supposed to kick in. Alright... he got it. He can give Ignis all the time he needed to... process this shift in their relationship.

It's all something they can deal with in the morning.

Right now he wanted to focus on Ignis' hands and his lips. How he felt under him and the warmth his body gave. It caused another shudder down his spine, and he wondered if Ignis could feel it.

The returning kiss is a little less soft, a hunt of impatience. For someone so new to this he was very eager for more. But he's trying not to be..m too forceful.

It was a tricky thing, kissing.

Definitely needed more practice.

A lot of practice.]

[ The natural, almost petulant way in which Noct said that shouldn't be a relief to Ignis, but it was. Oh, it was. It got Noctis a smile, a genuine smile that lit up Ignis's eyes, right before the kiss.

Which... Ignis did not attempt to make any shallower or lighter, committing to it (as he tended to commit wherever Noctis was concerned).

Only when they were both gasping against each other's mouths did he shift, leaning back but tugging Noct with him, rather than letting distance build between them, until he was settled against the pillow nest. ]

Make yourself comfortable. You built a good thing here, might as well make use of it, hmm?

[ Yeah, somebody was good with lots and lots of practice, here. ]

[Oh...

Oh.

Still catching his breath, just... in awe? Was that the right thing he was feeling? of Ignis right now. Everything about him was amazing, and it was frustrating that he couldn't show him that, he didn't have the skills for it just yet. Instead he makes something... like a pleased yet frustrated sound?]

...

[Everything about Ignis was attractive right now.

Like... super attractive.]

Since when did you get so sexy?

[How he manages to make it a complaint of all things... is only something Noctis can do. It's nearly a whine as well. He wanted to do so much but he had no idea where to start.]

[ That. Complaining. Tone. Makes Ignis's lips twitch, just a little. But he lets them smooth again, instead narrowing his eyes a little. Taking a deep breath, and - taking a leap. ]

Would you like to explore?

[You better not laugh, it will make him complain more. But the offer has him curious, and he tilts his head to the side. There... was something exciting about it, and he perks up a little.]

I would, yes.

[ He didn't laugh, he didn't!

He breathed out slowly, then tugged Noct in for another kiss, still heated, but definitely more lingering than demanding.

Then he had to resist tilting his head up just enough to kiss the tip of Noct's nose. Heroically, he abstained. ]

Go ahead, then. All yours.

All mine.

[Repeating this sentiment, tone lower. Ah... well, what should he do then? He has the time and Ignis was... willing? Noctis feels the heat raise up his body as he slowly eases on his knees, settling down in a lazy sort of straddle. Palms on Ignis' clothed abdomen as he contemplates what he wants.

Ah... easy, really.

Why Ignis insisted on wearing shirts with buttons was beyond him. It was difficult, but he's dutiful in his task, starting from the bottom and working his way up.

And it takes just a moment of consideration, glancing up at the older man's face before... he scoots down to dip his head low, kissing up Ignis' body while exposing more skin.]

[ Ignis's stomach retreats, tightens, as air rushes out of his lungs, and he shivers as Noct's lips touch his skin, Six, since when is he so sensitive? as Noct's exhalation caresses and cools his skin, warmed by the closeness between them just a moment ago and now exposed...

He breathes in, deeply. Runs his hand up Noct's shoulder before lightly carding his fingers into the night-dark hair. ]

Feels good.

[ And it does, it really does, he was just startled. ]

[That earns a grin.

He's making Ignis feel good, with just his lips and touch. He pays particular attention to places Ignis is more receptive, where his breath hitches. Sensitive spots earn little nibbles and kisses. Noctis also takes careful actions with his hands, his touch gentle and curious. Working up Ignis' hips, to his sides... gently scraping his nails against his bare skin.

His own breath hitches at this intimacy, finally moving to work the shirt off of him. Nestling his face into the older man's neck, lips warm and wet. Noctis gives a shuddering breath, pressing flush against him, needing to feel his body against his own.]

[ 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.]

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