[Mistakenly Noctis had thought that what he wanted was to take things slow. To ease into all of this. Have time to adjust his way of thinking and stop thinking of Ignis as his friend and adviser and start thinking of him as his boyfriend.
But each kiss drew him in deeper, had him falling a little bit faster. Left him wanting more. Things he couldn't have yet. Until the slowness became a source of near insanity.
Ignis lifts away from him, and the whine that falls from his lips is low and pained. Those hands are working over buttons maddeningly slow, each one taking far longer than it reasonably should. Chipping away at his resolve until he's pushing himself up. Until he's grasping at cloth and tugging, and those remaining buttons indeed go flying.
Lips find beautiful, tanned skin, attaching everywhere they can reach. Nipping with teeth and sucking and licking. Only stopping when he reaches Ignis' mouth and he shifts away, hands going to hem of his tee to lift it up over his head. It gets tossed into the same direction as his jacket, not truly caring where it goes. That was a problem for the morning.
It's surprisingly gentle the way he reaches up, takes both outer edges of Ignis' glasses and slides them from his face. How he folds them carefully and sets them aside.
And:] Damn. [Looking at Ignis now, without his glasses and his hair forced down and messy, he understood why he never went out that way.] You're so gorgeous, Ignis. I can't believe you're mine.
[His hand curls around that necklace he always wears, the one with the skull pendant and tugs lightly, falling back onto the mattress and dragging him along.]
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But each kiss drew him in deeper, had him falling a little bit faster. Left him wanting more. Things he couldn't have yet. Until the slowness became a source of near insanity.
Ignis lifts away from him, and the whine that falls from his lips is low and pained. Those hands are working over buttons maddeningly slow, each one taking far longer than it reasonably should. Chipping away at his resolve until he's pushing himself up. Until he's grasping at cloth and tugging, and those remaining buttons indeed go flying.
Lips find beautiful, tanned skin, attaching everywhere they can reach. Nipping with teeth and sucking and licking. Only stopping when he reaches Ignis' mouth and he shifts away, hands going to hem of his tee to lift it up over his head. It gets tossed into the same direction as his jacket, not truly caring where it goes. That was a problem for the morning.
It's surprisingly gentle the way he reaches up, takes both outer edges of Ignis' glasses and slides them from his face. How he folds them carefully and sets them aside.
And:] Damn. [Looking at Ignis now, without his glasses and his hair forced down and messy, he understood why he never went out that way.] You're so gorgeous, Ignis. I can't believe you're mine.
[His hand curls around that necklace he always wears, the one with the skull pendant and tugs lightly, falling back onto the mattress and dragging him along.]