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.]
[Another bite. Another mark he won't be able to hide. There's a mess of them sprawled across his throat and neck, high where not even the collar of his jacket will reach. But there's zero shame to be found in the knowledge that he's bruised up like a whore. Because each one is another symbol of who he belongs to. Of what they've done.
Noctis belongs to Ignis. In heart, soul and body.
Each graze comes just when the beautiful high had begun to wear off and the pleasure started to wane. Had him moaning softly. But the volume only grew, until each sound that came echoed off the surrounding walls. Another distraction that keeps him so preoccupied he barely notices the third finger until that slight stretch is back. But he's so pleasantly full and it feels so good that he whines, hips arching up, trying to get those fingers to go deeper. To move faster.]
Iggy. Babe. Either make me come or get inside me already. [Unfortunately, Noctis didn't have that same seemingly endless wealth of patience to draw from and what reserves he did have were bone dry.]
[On a reasonable level, Ignis knows that Noctis will hurt if he just takes him. But he's way past reasonable level now, especially when Noct's hips push down against his fingers. He gives him a few more thrusts with them, for good measure, before completely pulling them out and sitting upon his knees.
This time, he doesn't delay the undressing- the belt is pulled out and tossed away, pants unbuttoned, tugged down - together with the underwear - and also tossed to the side. He grabs the bottle with lube again, but this time it's to coat himself up. He doesn't dare give himself too many strokes- the sight in front of him is so erotic he might come just from watching.
When he's done, he leans down, keeping himself steady by leaning on one of his forearms while the other is gripping onto Noct's hip tightly.]
I'll start slow- if it hurts too much, tell me and I'll make a pause. Alright, love? [He says 'pause' instead of 'stop' because, let's face it, at this point only second death will get him away from Noct.]
[Those fingers leave him and he whimpers at the sudden loss of contact. Chases after it with his hips, whining softly, silently begging for them to return. Until they go to the clothing that Ignis still wears. Until they're removing the offending fabric and letting him spring free and it actually makes Noctis mouth water at the sight.
Strong legs shift, one lifting high to wrap around a slender waist while the other stays bent on the bed. Back arches until he can rub against that hardness he feels, reaching down between their bodies to stroke it once, twice, before guiding it to his slick, tight entrance.]
Got it. [Like there was anything in the entire world that would actually get him to stop this.] Take me.
[It would seem that Noct's impatience has turned into a frenzy. And if that hand continued to stroke him they way it did, Ignis would've probably just thrust in without any care. Out of sheer luck, he manages to catch himself just as he pushes past the first ring of muscles and grabs both of Noct's hands, pinning them above his head.]
Slow... ah, down... otherwise it will hurt...
[As an "apology" for outright pinning him, he gives Noctis a long, deep kiss, the tongue relentlessly tasting Noct's mouth. His hips move slowly again, forward, Ignis steeling himself from just thrusting in with one sharp move. He pauses when he feels that he's all the way in, pulling back from Noct's mouth to see his face. His expression. His red lips and neck from all the kisses.
He lets go of Noct's hands so he can take a good grip on Noct's hip again, pulling out almost all the way, then thrusting back in. Gods this feels so fucking good, please give him stamina to last through it.]
Noct... [Ignis' call of Noct's name is completely breathless, the pace of his thrusts finally moving from testing, stretching and slow, to something both of them can enjoy. Or, at least, he hopes he'll make Noct enjoy it too.]
Swift and complete. Arms going as they're bidden, lifting above his head and staying pinned there. A show of strength that has every nerve ending coming alive with the sheer force of it.
Ignis hadn't been lying when he warned that it would hurt. It does. A stinging burn as he's stretched impossibly, body giving way under the force of the intrusion. As the thick head pushes past that tight outer ring of muscle and then slips inside, down, down, until there's nothing left and every inch of their bodies are flush. It aches. But his body had been so relaxed and ready, open and willing, desire practically overflowing that it begins to ease quickly. Until his hips are rolling up to met each downwards thrust, trying desperately to find that angle from before that would make stars erupt in front of his vision.
He's so hard. Leaking pearly drops of precum, trapped between their bodies with not nearly enough friction. Blunt nails dig into the flesh of Ignis' back, looking for something to hold on to. Until he shift just right and it felt like the entire world was exploding into brightly colored neons and all he could hear was the blood rushing in his ears and the sound of their hearts beating together.]
Fuck, Ignis. You feel so good. It feels so good being yours.
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[If Ignis thought earlier that Noctis sounded good, Noctis now sounds like a symphony for his ears. Calling his name. Moaning in pleasure. Hands gripping onto his shoulders and back so tightly it will leave a mark.
Ignis can't thin, doesn't want to think about anything else but this- Noctis, the way he feels against him, the way he feels as he thrusts in again and again, at the pace that probably he shouldn't be at for their first time. But Noct is clenching so tightly around him and Ignis just can't keep his hips still, not even for one brief moment.
The words slice through him- his, Noctis is his - and his next thrust is almost merciless. A possessive growl slips from his lips and into Noct's neck where his face currently is, trying so hard not to keep on bruising already red skin.]
[It feels like he's being consumed. Like he's being hollowed out, emptied of who he once was and replaced with someone who was filled entirely by the love of this man. Like he's being burned alive. Flames eating at him from the inside out. Until he's left hollow and all that remains in the person who's in love with their twin star.
Maybe they shouldn't be this rough. Shouldn't let their possessiveness run wild. But it's so difficult to care when it feels so good. When each thrust forward is brushing against that spot inside of him with an accuracy that only Ignis could ever accomplish. When he's seeing stars erupt behind his tightly closed eye lids because every time he opens his eyes they water from the intensity of it all.
Nails dig into skin. Leave behind angry half moon indentations that will ache by moaning. Hips raise, muscles clenching, drawing him in deeper. Whimpers and whines and moans fall from swollen lips and he couldn't stop any of them even if he tried. An endless chorus of 'Ignis and 'please', begging, pleading for more. For him not to stop. Surely he'll die all over again if Ignis stops.]
[If there are any tears sliding down Noct's cheeks during this all, Ignis will make sure to catch every one of them with kisses. No matter how out of breath he is. He wants to see only pleasure on Noct's face, no pain, no tears.
But he does keep the thrusts at the same pace, hard and unforgiving, wanting to give everything, but also wanting to take all. But no matter how much is Ignis holding back, he can still feel that warm build up in the pit of his stomach with every plea and cry of his name on Noct's lips.
He doesn't want to come yet. The feeling of this, the heat, the biting scratches on his skin, Noctis clenching around him tightly at all times. He doesn't want to come unless Noct comes with him.]
That fire is growing, raging out of control, concentrating down into the pit of his stomach where the muscles are coiling impossibly tight. Rapidly building into an inferno that threatens to spill over at any moment.
Hard and weeping, cock trapped between the slick press of their bodies, a sort of friction so beautiful it almost borders on painful. And that thick head keeps brushing over the hidden spot buried deep within his walls, until the pleasure builds into a cresendo and he's ready to fall.]
Yes. Yes yes yes. Iggy. Please. Make me come. I want to come with you.
[Ignis' fingers are a vice on Noct's hips, leaving dark red bruises from how hard he's gripping on them. It's so much, almost too much pleasure, all at once- the pleas, their bodies, the friction, the obscene sounds of the bed creaking below them.
His hand leaves Noct's hip to take a grip and stroke Noctis to his completion. Because he's too close, a mere few thrusts away from coming, and he doesn't want to leave Noct behind.]
Yes, come with me Noct... come for me-
[Ignis' teeth are in Noct's shoulder when he comes, a pure white, scorching pleasure rippling through his body and down his back, making him growl Noct's name ferociously, possessively.]
[Come for me. Followed by the most beautiful growl of his name, dark and possessive. And he knows then that he's owned. That he doesn't wholly belong to himself anymore. That his entire being has been given over to Ignis. Everything he is, had ever been or ever will be is wrapped up entirely in this one human life. His Ignis. His everything. His god and his heart.
There's a rush if white hot heat as those fingers wrap around him and he arches up. Feels Ignis spill deep within him. Feels the way it fills him to the brim. Until everything comes to a head and he's the one who's falling, head thrown back against the plush pillows and crying out, releases flowing onto their skin, staining it.
Then he falls back, body limp and relaxed and spent. Holding on to Ignis like they're in the middle of the sea and he's the only thing keeping him afloat. Like he needs to be this close to him to go on living.]
[There will be quite visible teeth marks in that shoulder for a while.
Ignis doesn't let go of Noct's body for even a second. After making sure his hand had completely spent Noct, it moves to rest on the side while Ignis rests on top of Noct's body, utterly spent as well. His lips are giving Noct's neck small, apologetic kisses for all the bites and sucking he did earlier, but he doesn't feel that guilty about leaving them there.
It's only after several minutes that he lifts his head and presses their foreheads together with a small smile.]
...you complete me...
[Ignis' voice is barely above the whisper- no one else needs to know what he tells Noctis in times like these. Not even the darkness and night itself.]
[Honestly, he hopes with his entire heart that it scars. That it scars and he has a perfect imprint of Ignis' teeth embedded deep within his skin. A memory buried deep to carry with him forever. Of this night. Of his their first time together. Of their anniversary.
Eighteen years. They had known each other for eighteen years.. And now they know every single part of each other. No more secrets. Nothing left in the dark.
A soft, contented sigh leaves him, accepting the weight of Ignis' body against his own. Cradling it. Hands trailing up and down along the length of his back. Quiet and soothing.]
Sap. [Still breathless. Still coming down from his high. Feeling warm and impossibly light.] I love you so fucking much. That was incredible, Iggy.
[Their anniversary. It really did fall into place perfectly- together with the birthday. This is definitively something Ignis will never forget, no matter how much time passes.
And if anyone needs comfort right now, it's Noctis, because he has to be sore. He's going reprimand himself for not being able to control his urges later when he sees Noct not being able to stand or sit properly.
The "L" word makes tips of his ears burn, and there's the stupidest, happiest grin on his face.]
I don't know about... 'incredible' or anything. [The heat from ears slowly spreads across his cheeks as he admits,] I... you're kinda the first person I've ever been with. So...
[Yeah, that's Ignis Scientia with a bright red face. And he's trying to hide it by kissing Noct's jaw and lips all the time.]
[Ignis was blushing. Blushing a bright red that crossed over his cheeks and nose and reached all the way to the tips of his ears and down his throat. It was almost enough to make Noctis wants to laugh.
Almost.
Instead he simply lifted a hand to slowly stroke through those messy dark blonde locks, sighing as his skin positively tingled at the gentle affection. He was bruised and sore and definitely was not going to be able to walk properly come morning.
But he also couldn't wait to do it again. At least once. While they actually had a place to themselves and he wouldn't have to be quiet.]
[Well, Ignis wouldn't have been mad if he did because, after everything they did, blushing was clearly not something to be expected. But it's appreciated when he doesn't, and hand in his hair is more loved. Ignis turns his head only a bit to press a short kiss to the wrist and looks back at Noct, now teasing and a playful smile on the face.]
I guessed but was never sure. After all, you were a rebel Prince.
[He was almost 100% sure there was something going on between Prompto and Noct back then, in high school. But Ignis is never the one to jump to conclusions and things like relationships are just for Noct to know about in the end. Ignis was probably not a nice reminder of everything that was coming Noct's way.
Shifting a bit, so that he stops crushing Noct, Ignis pulls out and lays down on his side, bringing both of his hands around Noct and dragging him into an embrace.]
...
[He could probably say million sappy things but- he doesn't. And just keeps on hugging him. He doesn't want to ruin the mood.]
[Heart and body rebel against the loss, a soft whine rising up unbidden from deep within his chest. No longer does he feel pleasantly full, a lonely sort of emptiness replacing the sensation. But he doesn't get to dwell on it, because Ignis is wrapping him in an embrace and encouraging him to move, to shift onto his side and cuddle down into the provided warmth.
Out of habit he lays where he can hear that heart beating so strongly, sighing out his contentment as the sound calms him. His left leg straightens, knee stiff from being held in the same position for so long. But the right bends, hitches up high over a slender hip and cradles their bodies together.
Nothing had ever happened between him and Prompto. Or him and anyone. There wasn't a single person who had expressed interest who wanted him for who he was inside. And then there had been Luna and it seemed like fate had just decided for him.]
We can stay here, right? [Considering he's already yawning and his eyes are falling closed, he really hopes so.] Because I'm going to need you again in the morning.
[The night is pleasantly cool, so Ignis just takes one of the sheets from the side to wrap them both in it. He will properly clean everything once they are done lazying around. Someone might actually want to stay here in the future and it wouldn't be fun to find... 'stains' everywhere.
That being said, it can wait for later. Noct settling in his embrace, so close Ignis can rest his chin on top of his head, makes Ignis happy and content. As if there's nothing wrong and as if nothing wrong in the future can happen.]
For now, yes. [Noct's temple gets a soft kiss when he yawns.] No one lives here for now.
[He can't help but chuckle at that,] Is that so? Looking forward to you waking up in the morning then.
Just for tonight. [Eyes flutter open then, glancing up as his back arches. Just enough to bring him in close and let his lips brush over Ignis'.] Just for tonight let it only be us.
[They would go back tomorrow. It would go back to being the four of them all in this together. He loved them. He did. But just for the night he wanted to pretend like nothing else existed except for him and Ignis. A selfish desire he would never dare voice to anyone else.]
[Ignis hums in approval, his own lips just barely pressing in for a kiss against Noct.]
It's just us here.
[They can stay the night, and the morning too, until people start looking for them. Ignis can make that for Noct. Ignis is ready to do anything for him. Just to see that happy, sleepy smile on his face.]
[All Noctis truly wants is to be with Ignis. To be at his side. To have his back. To protect him. To fight with him. To love him and make love with him. And he has it. All of it. Right there in the palm of his hand. Held onto like it's something precious and fragile despite the pillar of strength it's built upon.
Noctis doesn't waste time snuggling back down. Into the warmth of Ignis' arms and the blankets that surround them. Sleep isn't far off, already taking a hold of him, drawing him in steadily.]
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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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Noctis belongs to Ignis. In heart, soul and body.
Each graze comes just when the beautiful high had begun to wear off and the pleasure started to wane. Had him moaning softly. But the volume only grew, until each sound that came echoed off the surrounding walls. Another distraction that keeps him so preoccupied he barely notices the third finger until that slight stretch is back. But he's so pleasantly full and it feels so good that he whines, hips arching up, trying to get those fingers to go deeper. To move faster.]
Iggy. Babe. Either make me come or get inside me already. [Unfortunately, Noctis didn't have that same seemingly endless wealth of patience to draw from and what reserves he did have were bone dry.]
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This time, he doesn't delay the undressing- the belt is pulled out and tossed away, pants unbuttoned, tugged down - together with the underwear - and also tossed to the side. He grabs the bottle with lube again, but this time it's to coat himself up. He doesn't dare give himself too many strokes- the sight in front of him is so erotic he might come just from watching.
When he's done, he leans down, keeping himself steady by leaning on one of his forearms while the other is gripping onto Noct's hip tightly.]
I'll start slow- if it hurts too much, tell me and I'll make a pause. Alright, love? [He says 'pause' instead of 'stop' because, let's face it, at this point only second death will get him away from Noct.]
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Strong legs shift, one lifting high to wrap around a slender waist while the other stays bent on the bed. Back arches until he can rub against that hardness he feels, reaching down between their bodies to stroke it once, twice, before guiding it to his slick, tight entrance.]
Got it. [Like there was anything in the entire world that would actually get him to stop this.] Take me.
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Slow... ah, down... otherwise it will hurt...
[As an "apology" for outright pinning him, he gives Noctis a long, deep kiss, the tongue relentlessly tasting Noct's mouth. His hips move slowly again, forward, Ignis steeling himself from just thrusting in with one sharp move. He pauses when he feels that he's all the way in, pulling back from Noct's mouth to see his face. His expression. His red lips and neck from all the kisses.
He lets go of Noct's hands so he can take a good grip on Noct's hip again, pulling out almost all the way, then thrusting back in. Gods this feels so fucking good, please give him stamina to last through it.]
Noct... [Ignis' call of Noct's name is completely breathless, the pace of his thrusts finally moving from testing, stretching and slow, to something both of them can enjoy. Or, at least, he hopes he'll make Noct enjoy it too.]
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Swift and complete. Arms going as they're bidden, lifting above his head and staying pinned there. A show of strength that has every nerve ending coming alive with the sheer force of it.
Ignis hadn't been lying when he warned that it would hurt. It does. A stinging burn as he's stretched impossibly, body giving way under the force of the intrusion. As the thick head pushes past that tight outer ring of muscle and then slips inside, down, down, until there's nothing left and every inch of their bodies are flush. It aches. But his body had been so relaxed and ready, open and willing, desire practically overflowing that it begins to ease quickly. Until his hips are rolling up to met each downwards thrust, trying desperately to find that angle from before that would make stars erupt in front of his vision.
He's so hard. Leaking pearly drops of precum, trapped between their bodies with not nearly enough friction. Blunt nails dig into the flesh of Ignis' back, looking for something to hold on to. Until he shift just right and it felt like the entire world was exploding into brightly colored neons and all he could hear was the blood rushing in his ears and the sound of their hearts beating together.]
Fuck, Ignis. You feel so good. It feels so good being yours.
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Ignis can't thin, doesn't want to think about anything else but this- Noctis, the way he feels against him, the way he feels as he thrusts in again and again, at the pace that probably he shouldn't be at for their first time. But Noct is clenching so tightly around him and Ignis just can't keep his hips still, not even for one brief moment.
The words slice through him- his, Noctis is his - and his next thrust is almost merciless. A possessive growl slips from his lips and into Noct's neck where his face currently is, trying so hard not to keep on bruising already red skin.]
Mine... and I'm yours... all yours-!
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Maybe they shouldn't be this rough. Shouldn't let their possessiveness run wild. But it's so difficult to care when it feels so good. When each thrust forward is brushing against that spot inside of him with an accuracy that only Ignis could ever accomplish. When he's seeing stars erupt behind his tightly closed eye lids because every time he opens his eyes they water from the intensity of it all.
Nails dig into skin. Leave behind angry half moon indentations that will ache by moaning. Hips raise, muscles clenching, drawing him in deeper. Whimpers and whines and moans fall from swollen lips and he couldn't stop any of them even if he tried. An endless chorus of 'Ignis and 'please', begging, pleading for more. For him not to stop. Surely he'll die all over again if Ignis stops.]
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But he does keep the thrusts at the same pace, hard and unforgiving, wanting to give everything, but also wanting to take all. But no matter how much is Ignis holding back, he can still feel that warm build up in the pit of his stomach with every plea and cry of his name on Noct's lips.
He doesn't want to come yet. The feeling of this, the heat, the biting scratches on his skin, Noctis clenching around him tightly at all times. He doesn't want to come unless Noct comes with him.]
So close... my love...
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That fire is growing, raging out of control, concentrating down into the pit of his stomach where the muscles are coiling impossibly tight. Rapidly building into an inferno that threatens to spill over at any moment.
Hard and weeping, cock trapped between the slick press of their bodies, a sort of friction so beautiful it almost borders on painful. And that thick head keeps brushing over the hidden spot buried deep within his walls, until the pleasure builds into a cresendo and he's ready to fall.]
Yes. Yes yes yes. Iggy. Please. Make me come. I want to come with you.
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His hand leaves Noct's hip to take a grip and stroke Noctis to his completion. Because he's too close, a mere few thrusts away from coming, and he doesn't want to leave Noct behind.]
Yes, come with me Noct... come for me-
[Ignis' teeth are in Noct's shoulder when he comes, a pure white, scorching pleasure rippling through his body and down his back, making him growl Noct's name ferociously, possessively.]
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There's a rush if white hot heat as those fingers wrap around him and he arches up. Feels Ignis spill deep within him. Feels the way it fills him to the brim. Until everything comes to a head and he's the one who's falling, head thrown back against the plush pillows and crying out, releases flowing onto their skin, staining it.
Then he falls back, body limp and relaxed and spent. Holding on to Ignis like they're in the middle of the sea and he's the only thing keeping him afloat. Like he needs to be this close to him to go on living.]
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Ignis doesn't let go of Noct's body for even a second. After making sure his hand had completely spent Noct, it moves to rest on the side while Ignis rests on top of Noct's body, utterly spent as well. His lips are giving Noct's neck small, apologetic kisses for all the bites and sucking he did earlier, but he doesn't feel that guilty about leaving them there.
It's only after several minutes that he lifts his head and presses their foreheads together with a small smile.]
...you complete me...
[Ignis' voice is barely above the whisper- no one else needs to know what he tells Noctis in times like these. Not even the darkness and night itself.]
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Eighteen years. They had known each other for eighteen years.. And now they know every single part of each other. No more secrets. Nothing left in the dark.
A soft, contented sigh leaves him, accepting the weight of Ignis' body against his own. Cradling it. Hands trailing up and down along the length of his back. Quiet and soothing.]
Sap. [Still breathless. Still coming down from his high. Feeling warm and impossibly light.] I love you so fucking much. That was incredible, Iggy.
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And if anyone needs comfort right now, it's Noctis, because he has to be sore. He's going reprimand himself for not being able to control his urges later when he sees Noct not being able to stand or sit properly.
The "L" word makes tips of his ears burn, and there's the stupidest, happiest grin on his face.]
I don't know about... 'incredible' or anything. [The heat from ears slowly spreads across his cheeks as he admits,] I... you're kinda the first person I've ever been with. So...
[Yeah, that's Ignis Scientia with a bright red face. And he's trying to hide it by kissing Noct's jaw and lips all the time.]
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Almost.
Instead he simply lifted a hand to slowly stroke through those messy dark blonde locks, sighing as his skin positively tingled at the gentle affection. He was bruised and sore and definitely was not going to be able to walk properly come morning.
But he also couldn't wait to do it again. At least once. While they actually had a place to themselves and he wouldn't have to be quiet.]
You know you're my first too, right?
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I guessed but was never sure. After all, you were a rebel Prince.
[He was almost 100% sure there was something going on between Prompto and Noct back then, in high school. But Ignis is never the one to jump to conclusions and things like relationships are just for Noct to know about in the end. Ignis was probably not a nice reminder of everything that was coming Noct's way.
Shifting a bit, so that he stops crushing Noct, Ignis pulls out and lays down on his side, bringing both of his hands around Noct and dragging him into an embrace.]
...
[He could probably say million sappy things but- he doesn't. And just keeps on hugging him. He doesn't want to ruin the mood.]
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Out of habit he lays where he can hear that heart beating so strongly, sighing out his contentment as the sound calms him. His left leg straightens, knee stiff from being held in the same position for so long. But the right bends, hitches up high over a slender hip and cradles their bodies together.
Nothing had ever happened between him and Prompto. Or him and anyone. There wasn't a single person who had expressed interest who wanted him for who he was inside. And then there had been Luna and it seemed like fate had just decided for him.]
We can stay here, right? [Considering he's already yawning and his eyes are falling closed, he really hopes so.] Because I'm going to need you again in the morning.
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That being said, it can wait for later. Noct settling in his embrace, so close Ignis can rest his chin on top of his head, makes Ignis happy and content. As if there's nothing wrong and as if nothing wrong in the future can happen.]
For now, yes. [Noct's temple gets a soft kiss when he yawns.] No one lives here for now.
[He can't help but chuckle at that,] Is that so? Looking forward to you waking up in the morning then.
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[They would go back tomorrow. It would go back to being the four of them all in this together. He loved them. He did. But just for the night he wanted to pretend like nothing else existed except for him and Ignis. A selfish desire he would never dare voice to anyone else.]
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It's just us here.
[They can stay the night, and the morning too, until people start looking for them. Ignis can make that for Noct. Ignis is ready to do anything for him. Just to see that happy, sleepy smile on his face.]
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Noctis doesn't waste time snuggling back down. Into the warmth of Ignis' arms and the blankets that surround them. Sleep isn't far off, already taking a hold of him, drawing him in steadily.]
Thank you, Iggy. For everything.