[Ignis is true to his word, he is back in less than five seconds. He just needed to take out the items from the bag and put them on a plate. He opens the door of the room and gives Noct a gentle, wide smile and steps aside.]
Come in.
[The room is pretty, cozy, like most of the bedrooms in the vicinity. Ignis has taken the torch out of their kitchen and brought it here, placing it on the wall so that they can see basically anything. It does create a bit of the mood light.
On the bed is Noct's real present. A high-quality fishing rod, line, and a rustic looking tackle box with a dozen various lures inside, all placed in a gift bag (provided by Rastus). On the small, round glass table in the corner of the room is a plate with several familiar-looking treats on it. Ignis is well aware that they had a cake earlier, but he made a few of these for celebratory sake. They don't taste the same because he doesn't have the right berries, but they are still pretty good if he can say so himself.
He lets Noctis walk in and take in everything that's inside, not saying anything for now and just quietly closing the door.]
Stare at the plate of the tarts so carefully arranged - and he knows they won't taste the same, but it doesn't matter. Because it stopped being about finding the perfect combination a long time ago. Ignis had spent years trying to perfect something for nothing more than Noct's happiness. It was a thought that hit him now, standing there in the fire light. Yet another sign if how right Ignis was for him.
It takes another moment for his eyes to fall into the bed and the rod and tackle set. It's beautiful, and despite having absolutely no idea where he might even be able to use it, Noctis moves forward. Trails his fingers over the rod and the spools of line. Picks up the various lures and inspects a few of them. He's tempted to ask where he got it, but he already knows (and makes a mental note to take more bread and seeds to Rastus later as a thank you for doing these things for them.)
Finally at Ignis, watching the way the flickering light plays over his features. The way it lights up his eyes and catches the darker specks of green. And his heart skips another beat as he moves in, arms lifting to wrap around strong shoulders and lift himself up until their lips can touch. This kiss isn't soft, isn't gentle. It's deep and intense and pours out how grateful he is for everything.]
Thank you, Iggy. [His voice is barely above a whisper now, lips moving against lips. Like he can't stand to be too far away for too long. You're so good to me.
[It was a small surprise that Ignis had for a long while now. He didn't want to rush it, he wanted to give Noct time to spend his birthday with the others and celebrate it in any way he wanted to. But he also wanted to give him something special as well. And this was the first thing that came to his mind.
And from the looks of it, the choice of presents and the setting worked. Perhaps he is spoiling Noctis a bit too much, but today he has a good excuse for it so he doesn't care.
He wraps his hands tightly around Noct when he walks up and kisses him as if his life depends on it. Ignis returns it, the teeth biting and nipping onto soft lip that's offered to him so happily, hands tightly wrapped around Noctis, keeping him in an embrace.]
No... [Ignis says very quietly between the kisses. He pulls back only enough so he can say,] ...I just love you... [more than anything that had ever existed.]
Ignis Scientia loved Noctis Lucis Caelum so much that he didn't want to live in a world without him. That he was willing to sacrifice his life so that Noctis might live.
It hit him then. All at once. Like a train barrelling through the endless night. Like a shockwave aimed directly at his heart. Ignis loved him. And that love was so vast and so deep, so incredible and powerful that he had died for him. With him. Had forfeited his life to be with Noctis.
He can't breathe. He can't breathe and it feels like he's drowning. Like he's being dragged under the waves and he can't find his way back out. There's a spark somewhere deep that has his pulse thrumming. That has him remembering how every single of beat of his heart and every single part of him belonged to this man.
Suddenly he understands. That Ignis had made a choice. That Ignis hadn't wanted to go on living in a world that didn't have Noctis. Could he have ever gone on in one that didn't have Ignis? Could he have picked up the pieces of his shattered heart and kept going?
Those kisses are beautiful. Those lips spill passion as easily as they do wit and sarcasm. As perfectly as they had spilled those words. And Noctis wants to reply. Wants to say them back. Because he does. He loves Ignis with every part of himself. More than he had ever thought it was possible for one person to love another.
But he's not ready. Not quite yet. So he shows him instead. Surges forward and fuses their lips together. Arches into that touch, into the warmth of his body. Sighs out his name as he nips into the tender flesh of Ignis' bottom lip.
I love you. Those words are silent, but the emotion is there, clear as day in the way he moves, in the way he kisses. In the way he whispers 'show me' with all of the desperation of a dying man.]
[Ignis wouldn't be able to. He doesn't know if he would be strong enough to move on without him. Not at that time. Not in that world. That moment in Altissia, Noct stopped being mere prince that Ignis fought for and protected. Noctis was all he knew, his world- and if that world sunk, he was going down with it as well. They will call him reckless; Ignis calls it 'trying to save the reason to live for'.
It was his choice.
And he is so lucky that Noctis accepts his feelings. In heat of all of this, he had said those words and for a moment he was afraid that Noctis will push him back, that he crossed the line a bit too far. Instead- the kiss becomes that fiercer. Deeper. As if trying to rip Ignis' soul out. And he would be fine with it. He completely gives into it.
His hands move from Noct's back to below his ass to pick him up and make those few steps left to the bed. It breaks the kiss, but Ignis' lips just find Noct's neck to suck on and bite. He had been courteous, be he doesn't feel like he can be right now. He places Noct on the bed gently, one of the hands giving him support to keep on running his teeth across that neck, the other tugging Noct's boots off. He kicks off his own shoes before properly climbing in bed, his mouth still greedily marking every free piece of skin it can find.]
[Ignis had been gentle. Sweet. Soft. Never left a mark upon his skin where it might have been seen. Never touched him like he owned every part of him. Not like he was now.
Those hands slip low, go to his thighs and lift and Noctis parts them so willingly. So eagerly. Wraps strong legs around a slender waist and holds on. Cries out when those lips and teeth sink in to his flesh, when they attach and raise deep bruises onto his skin. Right where his shirt won't cover. Right where everyone can see.
He helps. As much as he can. Slides one boot off with the other, and let's Ignis slide down the second one. Lifts up long enough to slip his jacket from his shoulders and toss it away. Fingers slide into dirty blond strands, tangle and pull, guiding Ignis' mouth from his neck to his own. Hips arch up, bodies pressing together and he's already half hard.
God's does he want this. Wants to give everything over to Ignis. Wants to take everything in return. And the kiss is heavy, all teeth and tongues, deep moans that release from his throat because he couldn't keep quiet now even if he tried.]
[He didn't because he had promised to take it slowly, down at the lake. He didn't want to push Noct so far out of his comfort zone. But perhaps, he was taking this a bit too slowly. Because Noct is drinking in his kisses like a desperate man in desert drinks water.
And Ignis is more than happy to oblige.
Scorchingly hot, their lips are intent on becoming one right now; Ignis doesn't hold back from properly tasting every corner of the mouth offered to him, the feeling of it making shots of pleasure run down his back. No, Ignis didn't want this- he craved it with his entire being.
He manages to somehow shrug off his jacket during their kissing but- it's Noct's birthday, isn't it? What's a birthday celebration without a little 'show'? With a deep groan, he pulls back and sits up to his knees, fingers moving to very slowly unbutton his own shirt. One by one... briefly wondering if he can tempt Noctis enough to grab the material and tug at it until all the buttons fly everywhere.]
[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.]
[It would seem like all the cards are open and on the table now. Noct is not holding back anymore so Ignis sees no reason why he should. The buttons do fly everywhere, and Ignis is glad he came over with a jacket because he's not sure how he will return tomorrow with no shirt.
But he doesn't get to worry too much about his clothes- Noct's lips are all over his skin, biting and licking and there is a very visible shudder that runs down his back. His lips part in a soft moan and it comes out with a slight hiss when Noctis bites down.
He slips off his shirt when Noct pulls away to take off his own, his lips curving in a small, happy smile at the words. Eagerly, he follows Noct when he tugs him down by the necklace, brushing their lips teasingly.]
I always was, [is his simple response, his lips finding Noct's neck again and hips rolling down, causing friction between them. All the kisses and touches definitively didn't leave Ignis indifferent- and the roll of their hips together in slow, fluid motion, just for pleasure and some friction makes it even more obvious.]
[Pleasure, white hot and electric runs down the length of his spine. Branches out through each nerve ending until it feels like he's on fire. Like he's been struck by lightning and the only relief to be found is in this man.
Hips roll down and he meets them, his own thrusting up in time. And he's entirely hard now, the friction and the pressure making it impossible to hide just how much he wants this. How much he wants to belong to Ignis in every single way one person can belong to another.]
And now I'm yours. [Hands wander, down from their places upon Ignis chest, on his back, over the flat plane of his stomach to the buckle of his belt and pants. They fumble once, before they connect and begin to undo the clasp, loosening them just enough to begin to tug the offending things off.] I always should have been.
[If Ignis didn't see Noct's lips move, telling him that he belongs to him, Ignis would think he hallucinated. That he was hearing his wishes in his own head again. But he does see him speak. And the pleasure from the roll of their hips is numbingly good. He almost forgets what he was about to do which is...
Further undressing. There's a second where he seems a bit nervous because, it's Noct, this is the first time they are going this far. His eyes briefly search Noct's face, as if asking if it's alright for his fingers to go further.
Because they left Noct's hip and are now toying with the edge of Noct's pants, tugging at the button, but not unbuttoning it, and then moving to give Noctis a rub through the material of the pants. To think that being together like this had gotten Noct excited with the same intensity as Ignis is... thrilling. It makes him happy and eager and just ready to give Noctis everything he asks of him right now.]
Those words go unspoken, the reassurance coming in the form of a look that transpires between them. Shines in steel blue eyes, darkened by the heat of the desire with firelight playing within them.
It's alright. He wants this. Yearns for it with every single fiber of his being.]
Ignis. [Gods how he loved those hands. Those fingers. Graceful. Tempting. How they would tap against the steering wheel. How they would wrap around daggers and pole arms like the weapons where meant to be there. Encased in leather or bare, they never failed to capture Noctis' attention.
And they did so now. Drew it down until his hips were straining up. Until he was whining softly, hardly content with little more than a soft rub through the fabric of his pants.] Please. I want you so much.
[Noct's pleading voice is more than enough to reassure Ignis that this is alright. That he wants him as much as Ignis craves him. His lips find Noct's after that breathless plea, tasting him all over again as if he will never get enough of it. And he never will, actually. Noct's lips pressed against his own is something he will always yearn for.
His fingers unbutton the pants finally, tugging them out of the way, and underwear along with it. Ignis doesn't plan on torturing Noct with pleasure by dangling the release in front of him then taking it away- that's for an evening when they aren't as pent up. So his fingers wrap around him for nice, long and firm strokes, teasing the tip of it with his thumb.
He wants him. Ignis wants him so much it's almost driving him crazy. And Noct's moans and pleas are only fanning the flames further.]
[Ignis moans his name, low and deep, and it's by far the most beautiful sound he has ever heard. An entire symphony plays over and over within his mind, entirely compromised of that singular sound. Moans his name and touches him. The sound that falls from his lips is positively unglodly. Torn between whining for those touches to keep going and not stop until he's spilling over. And begging for more. For those long, graceful fingers to slide down and slip inside of him.
How is it possible to desire another human being this much? So much that it feels as though he's on fire, burning from the inside out and the only relief to be found is within Ignis' touch. Within his kisses. Within this love that's being given so freely.
Hips arch up and he releases that soft whine - and this is why they couldn't have done this at home. Noctis couldn't hold back. Wouldn't. Not after they had spent so long without one another. Not when they both wanted this so badly it felt like they were slowly being driven insane.]
I love the way you say my name. [Actually, he just loves hearing Ignis speak. No one should be allowed to sound like that. Especially not while looking like that.] You're so perfect. I'm never letting you go.
I love saying your name, [Ignis' voice is slightly muffled because his lips are busy again leaving a hot trail on Noct's neck and down to his chest. Without the shirt, there's so much skin for him to touch, to taste, to tease, and he doesn't hold back from flicking his tongue over the nipple; just to see the reaction.
His hand doesn't stop stroking him though, but it is at a slower speed because Ignis doesn't want him to come yet. Tonight, Ignis wants to do it properly, and with Noctis willing, he needs to measure all of his touches and strokes to not make him come too early. They can... "experiment" at a later date.
Ignis lifts himself up on one elbow, gaze scorching hot and lustful, but with a tinge of seriousness in it as well.]
I want to take you... ['can he'? He needs to hear it; maybe less because it's confirmation (that's important too but) and more because he wants to hear Noct's breathless and needy voice.]
[That mouth is everywhere. Scorching his skin, leaving behind bright red trails littered with bruises and scrapes. Signs that would ache, would burn later. Little reminders of their love and the pyshical manifestation of it. Soft mewls falls from kiss swollen lips as each new patch of flesh is found and explored. As the wet muscle of Ignis' tongue flicks across his nipple and he cries out.
Fingers still stroke, and it's almost too much. A whimper rises up, the words strangled in his throat as he speaks.] Too close... [There's a very distinctive point that they're heading towards and there will be a no turning back once they've crossed it. And Noctis doesn't want it to be without Ignis.]
Yes. Yes, Ignis. Please. [This is all that he wants. To feel Ignis so close he can hardly tell where one of them ends and the other begins. Wants to feel his weight bear down on him and the beating of his heart against his chest. Wants to feel him move inside of him, become one with him.] Be with me. Inside me.
[At the warning that he's close, Ignis completely stops stroking him. He's very thankful for the warning because he's yet to learn little signs and twitches that will tell him when Noct is about to come. The plea is met with another flick of his tongue over the nipple, because it procured such a beautiful reaction moments ago before he sits up slightly.
His jacket is hanging on the edge of the bed, and he reaches for it to take the bottle with lube he brought with him, in case the things got heated. And they did. He leans back down, forehead pressed to Noct's, his breathing a tad bit heavy and heated.]
I'll need you to relax, okay? [He trails his mouth over Noct's chin and up to his ear,] I need to prepare you before I do anything, okay love? As much as you can... [Ignis is aware Noct probably won't be as relaxed as it should be because the anticipation of all of this is not letting him, but Ignis needs just a little bit of it to make sure he doesn't hurt him.]
[Somewhere inside of him is the sarcasm needed to tell Ignis that he knows how this works. But that same dark pit contains all of the ugly jealousy he feels at Ignis being so good at all of this. So comfortable. Was it nothing more than yet another thing that he was naturally skilled at? Or was there some person out there walking about with this very same intimate knowledge of what was his?
He doesn't want to open that box. Doesn't want to let all of that out. Maybe tomorrow he'll be brave enough to ask. But right now all his heart wants to focus on is Ignis.]
I'll try. [But it was going to be so difficult to relax when the the thrill of anticipation was so high. When he was already so keyed up from pleasure. So ready to be taken. And he does. He tries. Takes a deep breath in through his nose and blows it out from his mouth. Tries to force the tension out of his body. Make his muscles relax.] I can handle this tho, babe. I won't break.
[Well, Noctis will very soon learn that Ignis had never had experiences like that before. The only partner he had was his imagination and his own bedroom where he would hide. He had tried to experiment on himself a bit, but it didn't get that far and he doubts it will be the same for Noct.
Ignis gives Noct those moments to calm himself down the best he can and uses them to get a good amount of lube on his fingers.]
I know you won't, [Ignis kisses Noct's lips shortly,] but I've never done this before to anyone so- I need to make sure. That I don't hurt you.
[Gently, he nudges Noct's legs apart, but doesn't do anything just yet, still merely hovering over Noct's body, giving him short kisses, in hope to relax him.] Tell me when you're ready...
[It should have been impossible. To feel his heart swell anymore. To feel the seeds of a love that had been planted so long ago finally grow roots and begin to bloom. His chest ached with the sensation, with the knowledge that they were truly giving everything of themselves to one another. Ignis was his. And perhaps that dark possessiveness should have frightened him. But there was no fear within him. Because Ignis may have ripped the very soul from his body, but it had been replaced with his own.
Both hands flatten, raise to cup the sides of Ignis' face gently. Touch soft and light. A strange contradiction to the way he guides this man back to his mouth and kisses him so fiercely. Until there's no more breath left in his body and his voice falters as he pulls away and and whispers.]
I love you. God's I love you so much. [Those words come slipping out unbidden, but he doesn't regret them. Could never, ever regret loving Ignis.
Breathing deep and ragged, he gives in to another kiss, shorter than before but just as deep. Just as intense. Before letting himself relax back against the pillows, legs spreading wide.] Don't keep me waiting.
[He's not sure what he did or said but Noctis seemed to visibly calm. And not only that- his kisses seemed to be intent to burning his soul to the core, until there's nothing left.
I love you so much. Noct said. That he loves him. And, oh gods, it will be embarrassing if he started crying now of all times. So he busies his mouth with Noct's, to keep both of the distracted (for various different reasons), and moves his hand to work slowly around the first ring of muscles.
He doesn't push just yet, he's making sure there's enough lube everywhere. Once he's satisfied with the feeling he has, his finger finally pushes in, slowly, up to the first, then second knuckle. The movements of his finger are minimum, just gentle push then pulling back out, testing and properly preparing him for next steps.]
[Such a beautiful distraction. One that keeps his mind occupied and his body lax, muscles loose and ready. Only tensing for a few heartbeats when that finger begins to circle the tight outer ring. And again when it pushes inside. But it's so easy to get lost in the sensation if Ignis' mouth. Of those lips on his. On the heat that's sparking between them.
It's a strange feeling. New. Something he had never done to himself. Cold and wet but he feels full. The stretch is slow, a dull sort of ache that his body grows accustom to and overcomes with ease. Until those muscles give way and open and everything doesnt feel quite so pleasantly stretched and tight and full anymore.]
[It wasn't a new sensation just for Noctis, but for Ignis as well. He might be even going painfully slow, but he'll argue it's better than rushing it. He can feel Noctis relax further in his arms and that serves as an encouragement for him. To push the first finger all the way in, several times. Before adding the second one.
This is where things can get tricky if Noct can't relax after the initial push. With both of them in, to the knuckles, Ignis makes an actual pause to let Noct adjust to this. Only when he feels that Noct's body will let him continue, he will move them again. All the way in, as far as he can reach.
Slow thrusts of his fingers, with only a gentle curve of the tips, as he looks for Noct's spot to make this uncomfortable feeling worthwhile.]
Taking deep breaths in through his nose and pushing them out slowly from his lips. Tries to focus on the the way the firelight plays across the wall, casting long shadows of their forms across the wood. Makes the mistake of glancing up and getting lost in eyes so green the earth it's self should be jealous. Counts the flecks of different shades. Tries not to sigh out in frustration at how slow all of this is. Because he knows it's for his own benefit.
A burning sear is the first sensation, and he struggles with it the most. Has to force himself to relax. To calm down. Until it eases into a sharp ache, a tug and pull that strangely seems to get better with every movement. Until all that's left is the remnants of the pain and that same feeling of being full.
Until those fingers curl and brush over something that has him crying out. Has his head falling back against the pillows and his back arching as white hot pleasure flow through his system.]
[A comment Ignis made mostly to himself than Noct, memorizing the spot in his mind so that he knows where to look for now and especially later. The pleasure makes Noct's body tighten and relax around Ignis' fingers at the same time and he can feel himself twitch at just the thought of being buried deep inside of him. Ignis is not sure where he's pulling all this patience out when all he wants is to pin Noct to the bed and just take him.
But Noct's moans are worth the prolonged 'torture'. He keeps on moving his fingers, the pace switching from slow to fast then back to slow again, always making sure to graze Noct's prostate in between several thrusts. He will try and make Noct come just with fingers some other time.
Feeling he's enough stretched, Ignis adds the third finger. By now it should just feel odd because Ignis made sure to properly stretch him before adding the third one.]
Just a little more, dear heart [Ignis whispers against Noct's neck, biting it. Again. He needs to stop doing this, but it's so irresistible.]
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Come in.
[The room is pretty, cozy, like most of the bedrooms in the vicinity. Ignis has taken the torch out of their kitchen and brought it here, placing it on the wall so that they can see basically anything. It does create a bit of the mood light.
On the bed is Noct's real present. A high-quality fishing rod, line, and a rustic looking tackle box with a dozen various lures inside, all placed in a gift bag (provided by Rastus).
On the small, round glass table in the corner of the room is a plate with several familiar-looking treats on it. Ignis is well aware that they had a cake earlier, but he made a few of these for celebratory sake. They don't taste the same because he doesn't have the right berries, but they are still pretty good if he can say so himself.
He lets Noctis walk in and take in everything that's inside, not saying anything for now and just quietly closing the door.]
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Stare at the plate of the tarts so carefully arranged - and he knows they won't taste the same, but it doesn't matter. Because it stopped being about finding the perfect combination a long time ago. Ignis had spent years trying to perfect something for nothing more than Noct's happiness. It was a thought that hit him now, standing there in the fire light. Yet another sign if how right Ignis was for him.
It takes another moment for his eyes to fall into the bed and the rod and tackle set. It's beautiful, and despite having absolutely no idea where he might even be able to use it, Noctis moves forward. Trails his fingers over the rod and the spools of line. Picks up the various lures and inspects a few of them. He's tempted to ask where he got it, but he already knows (and makes a mental note to take more bread and seeds to Rastus later as a thank you for doing these things for them.)
Finally at Ignis, watching the way the flickering light plays over his features. The way it lights up his eyes and catches the darker specks of green. And his heart skips another beat as he moves in, arms lifting to wrap around strong shoulders and lift himself up until their lips can touch. This kiss isn't soft, isn't gentle. It's deep and intense and pours out how grateful he is for everything.]
Thank you, Iggy. [His voice is barely above a whisper now, lips moving against lips. Like he can't stand to be too far away for too long. You're so good to me.
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And from the looks of it, the choice of presents and the setting worked. Perhaps he is spoiling Noctis a bit too much, but today he has a good excuse for it so he doesn't care.
He wraps his hands tightly around Noct when he walks up and kisses him as if his life depends on it. Ignis returns it, the teeth biting and nipping onto soft lip that's offered to him so happily, hands tightly wrapped around Noctis, keeping him in an embrace.]
No... [Ignis says very quietly between the kisses. He pulls back only enough so he can say,] ...I just love you... [more than anything that had ever existed.]
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Ignis Scientia loved Noctis Lucis Caelum so much that he didn't want to live in a world without him. That he was willing to sacrifice his life so that Noctis might live.
It hit him then. All at once. Like a train barrelling through the endless night. Like a shockwave aimed directly at his heart. Ignis loved him. And that love was so vast and so deep, so incredible and powerful that he had died for him. With him. Had forfeited his life to be with Noctis.
He can't breathe. He can't breathe and it feels like he's drowning. Like he's being dragged under the waves and he can't find his way back out. There's a spark somewhere deep that has his pulse thrumming. That has him remembering how every single of beat of his heart and every single part of him belonged to this man.
Suddenly he understands. That Ignis had made a choice. That Ignis hadn't wanted to go on living in a world that didn't have Noctis. Could he have ever gone on in one that didn't have Ignis? Could he have picked up the pieces of his shattered heart and kept going?
Those kisses are beautiful. Those lips spill passion as easily as they do wit and sarcasm. As perfectly as they had spilled those words. And Noctis wants to reply. Wants to say them back. Because he does. He loves Ignis with every part of himself. More than he had ever thought it was possible for one person to love another.
But he's not ready. Not quite yet. So he shows him instead. Surges forward and fuses their lips together. Arches into that touch, into the warmth of his body. Sighs out his name as he nips into the tender flesh of Ignis' bottom lip.
I love you. Those words are silent, but the emotion is there, clear as day in the way he moves, in the way he kisses. In the way he whispers 'show me' with all of the desperation of a dying man.]
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It was his choice.
And he is so lucky that Noctis accepts his feelings. In heat of all of this, he had said those words and for a moment he was afraid that Noctis will push him back, that he crossed the line a bit too far. Instead- the kiss becomes that fiercer. Deeper. As if trying to rip Ignis' soul out. And he would be fine with it. He completely gives into it.
His hands move from Noct's back to below his ass to pick him up and make those few steps left to the bed. It breaks the kiss, but Ignis' lips just find Noct's neck to suck on and bite. He had been courteous, be he doesn't feel like he can be right now. He places Noct on the bed gently, one of the hands giving him support to keep on running his teeth across that neck, the other tugging Noct's boots off. He kicks off his own shoes before properly climbing in bed, his mouth still greedily marking every free piece of skin it can find.]
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Those hands slip low, go to his thighs and lift and Noctis parts them so willingly. So eagerly. Wraps strong legs around a slender waist and holds on. Cries out when those lips and teeth sink in to his flesh, when they attach and raise deep bruises onto his skin. Right where his shirt won't cover. Right where everyone can see.
He helps. As much as he can. Slides one boot off with the other, and let's Ignis slide down the second one. Lifts up long enough to slip his jacket from his shoulders and toss it away. Fingers slide into dirty blond strands, tangle and pull, guiding Ignis' mouth from his neck to his own. Hips arch up, bodies pressing together and he's already half hard.
God's does he want this. Wants to give everything over to Ignis. Wants to take everything in return. And the kiss is heavy, all teeth and tongues, deep moans that release from his throat because he couldn't keep quiet now even if he tried.]
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And Ignis is more than happy to oblige.
Scorchingly hot, their lips are intent on becoming one right now; Ignis doesn't hold back from properly tasting every corner of the mouth offered to him, the feeling of it making shots of pleasure run down his back. No, Ignis didn't want this- he craved it with his entire being.
He manages to somehow shrug off his jacket during their kissing but- it's Noct's birthday, isn't it? What's a birthday celebration without a little 'show'? With a deep groan, he pulls back and sits up to his knees, fingers moving to very slowly unbutton his own shirt. One by one... briefly wondering if he can tempt Noctis enough to grab the material and tug at it until all the buttons fly everywhere.]
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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.]
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But he doesn't get to worry too much about his clothes- Noct's lips are all over his skin, biting and licking and there is a very visible shudder that runs down his back. His lips part in a soft moan and it comes out with a slight hiss when Noctis bites down.
He slips off his shirt when Noct pulls away to take off his own, his lips curving in a small, happy smile at the words. Eagerly, he follows Noct when he tugs him down by the necklace, brushing their lips teasingly.]
I always was, [is his simple response, his lips finding Noct's neck again and hips rolling down, causing friction between them. All the kisses and touches definitively didn't leave Ignis indifferent- and the roll of their hips together in slow, fluid motion, just for pleasure and some friction makes it even more obvious.]
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Hips roll down and he meets them, his own thrusting up in time. And he's entirely hard now, the friction and the pressure making it impossible to hide just how much he wants this. How much he wants to belong to Ignis in every single way one person can belong to another.]
And now I'm yours. [Hands wander, down from their places upon Ignis chest, on his back, over the flat plane of his stomach to the buckle of his belt and pants. They fumble once, before they connect and begin to undo the clasp, loosening them just enough to begin to tug the offending things off.] I always should have been.
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Further undressing. There's a second where he seems a bit nervous because, it's Noct, this is the first time they are going this far. His eyes briefly search Noct's face, as if asking if it's alright for his fingers to go further.
Because they left Noct's hip and are now toying with the edge of Noct's pants, tugging at the button, but not unbuttoning it, and then moving to give Noctis a rub through the material of the pants. To think that being together like this had gotten Noct excited with the same intensity as Ignis is... thrilling. It makes him happy and eager and just ready to give Noctis everything he asks of him right now.]
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Those words go unspoken, the reassurance coming in the form of a look that transpires between them. Shines in steel blue eyes, darkened by the heat of the desire with firelight playing within them.
It's alright. He wants this. Yearns for it with every single fiber of his being.]
Ignis. [Gods how he loved those hands. Those fingers. Graceful. Tempting. How they would tap against the steering wheel. How they would wrap around daggers and pole arms like the weapons where meant to be there. Encased in leather or bare, they never failed to capture Noctis' attention.
And they did so now. Drew it down until his hips were straining up. Until he was whining softly, hardly content with little more than a soft rub through the fabric of his pants.] Please. I want you so much.
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His fingers unbutton the pants finally, tugging them out of the way, and underwear along with it. Ignis doesn't plan on torturing Noct with pleasure by dangling the release in front of him then taking it away- that's for an evening when they aren't as pent up. So his fingers wrap around him for nice, long and firm strokes, teasing the tip of it with his thumb.
He wants him. Ignis wants him so much it's almost driving him crazy. And Noct's moans and pleas are only fanning the flames further.]
Noct...
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How is it possible to desire another human being this much? So much that it feels as though he's on fire, burning from the inside out and the only relief to be found is within Ignis' touch. Within his kisses. Within this love that's being given so freely.
Hips arch up and he releases that soft whine - and this is why they couldn't have done this at home. Noctis couldn't hold back. Wouldn't. Not after they had spent so long without one another. Not when they both wanted this so badly it felt like they were slowly being driven insane.]
I love the way you say my name. [Actually, he just loves hearing Ignis speak. No one should be allowed to sound like that. Especially not while looking like that.] You're so perfect. I'm never letting you go.
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His hand doesn't stop stroking him though, but it is at a slower speed because Ignis doesn't want him to come yet. Tonight, Ignis wants to do it properly, and with Noctis willing, he needs to measure all of his touches and strokes to not make him come too early. They can... "experiment" at a later date.
Ignis lifts himself up on one elbow, gaze scorching hot and lustful, but with a tinge of seriousness in it as well.]
I want to take you... ['can he'? He needs to hear it; maybe less because it's confirmation (that's important too but) and more because he wants to hear Noct's breathless and needy voice.]
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Fingers still stroke, and it's almost too much. A whimper rises up, the words strangled in his throat as he speaks.] Too close... [There's a very distinctive point that they're heading towards and there will be a no turning back once they've crossed it. And Noctis doesn't want it to be without Ignis.]
Yes. Yes, Ignis. Please. [This is all that he wants. To feel Ignis so close he can hardly tell where one of them ends and the other begins. Wants to feel his weight bear down on him and the beating of his heart against his chest. Wants to feel him move inside of him, become one with him.] Be with me. Inside me.
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His jacket is hanging on the edge of the bed, and he reaches for it to take the bottle with lube he brought with him, in case the things got heated. And they did. He leans back down, forehead pressed to Noct's, his breathing a tad bit heavy and heated.]
I'll need you to relax, okay? [He trails his mouth over Noct's chin and up to his ear,] I need to prepare you before I do anything, okay love? As much as you can... [Ignis is aware Noct probably won't be as relaxed as it should be because the anticipation of all of this is not letting him, but Ignis needs just a little bit of it to make sure he doesn't hurt him.]
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He doesn't want to open that box. Doesn't want to let all of that out. Maybe tomorrow he'll be brave enough to ask. But right now all his heart wants to focus on is Ignis.]
I'll try. [But it was going to be so difficult to relax when the the thrill of anticipation was so high. When he was already so keyed up from pleasure. So ready to be taken. And he does. He tries. Takes a deep breath in through his nose and blows it out from his mouth. Tries to force the tension out of his body. Make his muscles relax.] I can handle this tho, babe. I won't break.
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Ignis gives Noct those moments to calm himself down the best he can and uses them to get a good amount of lube on his fingers.]
I know you won't, [Ignis kisses Noct's lips shortly,] but I've never done this before to anyone so- I need to make sure. That I don't hurt you.
[Gently, he nudges Noct's legs apart, but doesn't do anything just yet, still merely hovering over Noct's body, giving him short kisses, in hope to relax him.] Tell me when you're ready...
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Both hands flatten, raise to cup the sides of Ignis' face gently. Touch soft and light. A strange contradiction to the way he guides this man back to his mouth and kisses him so fiercely. Until there's no more breath left in his body and his voice falters as he pulls away and and whispers.]
I love you. God's I love you so much. [Those words come slipping out unbidden, but he doesn't regret them. Could never, ever regret loving Ignis.
Breathing deep and ragged, he gives in to another kiss, shorter than before but just as deep. Just as intense. Before letting himself relax back against the pillows, legs spreading wide.] Don't keep me waiting.
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I love you so much. Noct said. That he loves him. And, oh gods, it will be embarrassing if he started crying now of all times. So he busies his mouth with Noct's, to keep both of the distracted (for various different reasons), and moves his hand to work slowly around the first ring of muscles.
He doesn't push just yet, he's making sure there's enough lube everywhere. Once he's satisfied with the feeling he has, his finger finally pushes in, slowly, up to the first, then second knuckle. The movements of his finger are minimum, just gentle push then pulling back out, testing and properly preparing him for next steps.]
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It's a strange feeling. New. Something he had never done to himself. Cold and wet but he feels full. The stretch is slow, a dull sort of ache that his body grows accustom to and overcomes with ease. Until those muscles give way and open and everything doesnt feel quite so pleasantly stretched and tight and full anymore.]
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This is where things can get tricky if Noct can't relax after the initial push. With both of them in, to the knuckles, Ignis makes an actual pause to let Noct adjust to this. Only when he feels that Noct's body will let him continue, he will move them again. All the way in, as far as he can reach.
Slow thrusts of his fingers, with only a gentle curve of the tips, as he looks for Noct's spot to make this uncomfortable feeling worthwhile.]
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Taking deep breaths in through his nose and pushing them out slowly from his lips. Tries to focus on the the way the firelight plays across the wall, casting long shadows of their forms across the wood. Makes the mistake of glancing up and getting lost in eyes so green the earth it's self should be jealous. Counts the flecks of different shades. Tries not to sigh out in frustration at how slow all of this is. Because he knows it's for his own benefit.
A burning sear is the first sensation, and he struggles with it the most. Has to force himself to relax. To calm down. Until it eases into a sharp ache, a tug and pull that strangely seems to get better with every movement. Until all that's left is the remnants of the pain and that same feeling of being full.
Until those fingers curl and brush over something that has him crying out. Has his head falling back against the pillows and his back arching as white hot pleasure flow through his system.]
Ignis. Please. Again. [Definitely worth it.]
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[A comment Ignis made mostly to himself than Noct, memorizing the spot in his mind so that he knows where to look for now and especially later. The pleasure makes Noct's body tighten and relax around Ignis' fingers at the same time and he can feel himself twitch at just the thought of being buried deep inside of him. Ignis is not sure where he's pulling all this patience out when all he wants is to pin Noct to the bed and just take him.
But Noct's moans are worth the prolonged 'torture'. He keeps on moving his fingers, the pace switching from slow to fast then back to slow again, always making sure to graze Noct's prostate in between several thrusts. He will try and make Noct come just with fingers some other time.
Feeling he's enough stretched, Ignis adds the third finger. By now it should just feel odd because Ignis made sure to properly stretch him before adding the third one.]
Just a little more, dear heart [Ignis whispers against Noct's neck, biting it. Again. He needs to stop doing this, but it's so irresistible.]
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