[Perhaps it is true. Perhaps those were the years of hidden longing seeping out of his soul and into the kiss. Always so incredibly close to each other but never able, never allowed to be more than that. And yet here, finally, he gets to kiss him. It's not as suave and experienced like Ignis wanted himself to be but, gods, Noct's enthusiasm about it covers up his own insecurities.
He is breathing deeply too when Noctis pulls back, lips red and face flushed lightly. Noctis is incredible- he always was. Always will be. To Ignis. Noct whispering his name only proves it- that he is a dangerous delight he shouldn't have, shouldn't even think about.
But they threw everything out of the window already and Ignis pulls Noct closer, chest to chest, forehead leaning against the other, his hand tangled in Noct's hair on the back of his head. Admitting his true feelings aloud is impossible, there's no way he can do it (now or possibly ever), but he can try and convey them.
Through another kiss. And another. Shorter, biting ones. Then a longer one where his tongue swipes over the bottom of Noct's lip teasingly. Ignis says nothing- but he's listening intently. Noct's every breath, every sound he makes, every movement.]
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He is breathing deeply too when Noctis pulls back, lips red and face flushed lightly. Noctis is incredible- he always was. Always will be. To Ignis. Noct whispering his name only proves it- that he is a dangerous delight he shouldn't have, shouldn't even think about.
But they threw everything out of the window already and Ignis pulls Noct closer, chest to chest, forehead leaning against the other, his hand tangled in Noct's hair on the back of his head. Admitting his true feelings aloud is impossible, there's no way he can do it (now or possibly ever), but he can try and convey them.
Through another kiss. And another. Shorter, biting ones. Then a longer one where his tongue swipes over the bottom of Noct's lip teasingly. Ignis says nothing- but he's listening intently. Noct's every breath, every sound he makes, every movement.]