[ Ignis' hands come up to wrap tightly around Noct's waist, keeping him close against himself. He loves the weight of Noctis' body over his, the warmth that comes with it, and his scent. He's addicted to it, no doubt, and there is no way out of this blissful hell he's in. Slowly, his fingers dance up and down Noct's back, pressing a kiss to Noct's temple.]
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You are indeed.