[Well, it would seem that Noct had completely forgotten about the food request that actually dragged Ignis all the way over here. And he doesn't mind it, at all. Noct's lips feel and taste like the best dessert in the world and Ignis just lets himself get lost in the sensations.
The hand on Noct's back sneaks under the shirt, but knowingly avoids the dangerous zone, and moves up, higher, short nails dragging across the skin.
It would've been the best if the shirt came off but he too doesn't want to break the kiss just yet.]
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The hand on Noct's back sneaks under the shirt, but knowingly avoids the dangerous zone, and moves up, higher, short nails dragging across the skin.
It would've been the best if the shirt came off but he too doesn't want to break the kiss just yet.]