[His own heart skips a beat at that, chest aching at the thought of being able to have Ignis with him every single night. Of falling asleep curled up against him, of feeling his warmth seep into his very bones.
Never did he feel more safe than when he was in Ignis' (or his father's) presence.]
[ There's a soft click of the door after a few more minutes, signaling that Ignis arrived. He spends a moment to take off his shoes and leave the briefcase in the hallway and heads into Noct's living room, a small smile on his face when he sees him sprawled on the couch. ]
A welcoming committee.
[ After leaving the bag with ingredients for the infamous tacos, he walks over to him and runs a hand through his hair. ]
[Honestly, he could crash out right then and there - but then again, he could pretty much do that at all times. The only thing currently keeping him awake from the promise that Ignis would be there soon.
And the fact that Prompto kept challenging him in King's Knight. But you know, details.]
I was waiting for you.
[It's impossible not to arch up into that touch - just like a cat, honestly - or to not reach up and grasp onto Ignis' hand in an attempt to pull him down.]
But then lets Noctis willingly pull him down. Of course, there some shifting and moving so that he doesn't sit on top of Noct, but once he's comfortable enough, he happily accepts Noctis in his arms.
[He moves easily, sits up long enough for Ignis to make himself comfortable. Before shifting closer, lifting himself up onto his knees to crawl into his lap, straddling it and slinging his arms over his shoulders.]
[ 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.]
[That touch is light and gentle, a soothing ever-present heat that seeps into his flesh and lets him center himself inside it. A soft sound rises up as lips press against his temple, head tilting into it, chasing after more.]
[Well, considering that Noctis dragged him out of the bed in the middle of the night, even Ignis agrees with that statement. He did earn it. And now, he's going to indulge it.]
Quite cuddly tonight...
[It's teasing; Ignis' lips leave a small trail of kisses to Noct's ear then down over his neck.]
[And Ignis' lips could spill forth barbs and complaints just as easily as they were currently providing sweetness and warmth against his skin. He leaned into it, head tilting to the side as if to offer up more of his flesh.]
And you never will, [Ignis murmurs softly,] I love holding you.
[He does. Maybe it's some kind of possessive streak, or maybe just the knowledge that Noct is fine and here, in his embrace. He had stopped wondering a long time ago- it wasn't something any kind of logic would ever be able to explain.]
[Ignis smiles at the thought- it would be perfect if he could spend every single night with Noctis in his arms. There's no other place that feels like heaven to him.]
[The sounds that rises up from within his throat is almost embarrassing, loud and more than a little needy. It makes him shift, makes him transfer his weight from his knees onto Ignis' thighs, bringing their bodies close enough that he's certain the pounding inside of his chest can be felt even through all of his clothing.]
We could start now.
[They were starting now. At least if the way his head angles downwards, nose clumsily bumping against nose before he finally captures Ignis' lips with his own.]
Wonderful idea... [Ignis whispers and sighs into the kiss as their lips finally connect. He doesn't care if it's clumsy or slow or inexperienced or anything like that. So long Noct is kissing him with all of his love, Ignis will be satisfied and happy. Extremely happy.
Every so slowly, his hands wander up and down Noct's back, the fingers of one hand slipping into soft strands of Noct's hair.]
[Ignis' touch feels like lightning, all liquid heat soaking into his skin and making him shudder. Hands grip shoulders, nails digging into fabric, tugging and pulling until realizes there's absolutely no way it's actually going to come off that way.
But getting it off would mean stopping what they were now, and he really is not about to give that up.
Especially not when the kiss deepens, lips parting just so to take in a soft gasping breath, tongue lapping once over the seam of Ignis' lips before retreating.]
[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.]
[Honestly it was pretty easy to forget about the promise of food when he had something so much more pleasant in front of him. Not even Ignis' cooking could stand up for the man himself.
Nails rake over skin, long, healed over wounds carefully avoided in favor of fresh, unmarred flesh. A sound rises up from burning lungs, falls from parted lips and he has to break the kiss or risk passing out from the lack of oxygen.
But his mouth doesn't still, traverses a sloppy, wet line across the ling of Ignis' jaw, shifts and settles into his lap to tease at his throat, ghosting over a pulse point in slow, lazy movements.
Then he's nuzzling into welcoming warmth, another deep sigh of rising and falling.
Is he seriously about to fall asleep in the middle of a make-out session? Probably. He's fallen asleep in weirder places.]
[Ignis sighs softly, almost verging on moan, at the feeling of Noct's lips travelling all over his jaw and neck. There are a few sensitive spots there that his love keeps teasing with his tongue and it's making him shiver every time he presses a kiss to it.
But when the kissing stops and is replaced by even closes snuggle against him, Ignis' long fingers thread in Noct's hair to keep him that way.
He won't mind if Noctis falls asleep- that's what he was supposed to be doing from the beginning. Ignis just needs to ponder on how to get him to the bed. In the meantime, he'll slowly run his fingers through Noct's hair.]
[It wasn't that he intended to fall asleep - actually his intention had been to spend the next hour or so getting Ignis to do incredibly sinful things to him.
But then he had made the mistake of nuzzling in, of breathing him in so deep and the warmth had been so comforting, so welcoming that he couldn't resist it.
Those fingers running through his hair definitely weren't helping, and before he knew it he was completely passed out. The only thing for it was probably just to shove him off and let him sleep on the sofa until Gladio eventually got tired of waiting for him in the morning and came pounding on the door.]
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That's fine
Maybe if I complain enough he'll let me go early
.... You're still coming right?
I was serious about wanting to sleep in your lap
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Is the day I know something is very, very wrong
You are allowed to complain at Gladio, of course.
Do try to evade attacks when he comes swinging after you irritate him.
[The last part... Noct, stop playing with his heart.]
Of course, I'm on my way.
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But we both know that's not gonna happen so what's the point, right?
Good
I sleep better when you're near me
[What was that about not playing with your heart?]
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rather than making them more complicated and therefore harder
Is that an invitation to stay with you every night?
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[His own heart skips a beat at that, chest aching at the thought of being able to have Ignis with him every single night. Of falling asleep curled up against him, of feeling his warmth seep into his very bones.
Never did he feel more safe than when he was in Ignis' (or his father's) presence.]
Yeah
I guess it is
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I promise to stay over whenever I can
[ As much as he wants to indulge Noct, he can't fail on his duties otherwise they'll replace him. And that's out of the question. ]
I am in the elevator. I will see you in a few moments.
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Doors unlocked
[Mostly because he's already sprawled out on the sofa.]
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A welcoming committee.
[ After leaving the bag with ingredients for the infamous tacos, he walks over to him and runs a hand through his hair. ]
Still not sleepy I see.
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And the fact that Prompto kept challenging him in King's Knight. But you know, details.]
I was waiting for you.
[It's impossible not to arch up into that touch - just like a cat, honestly - or to not reach up and grasp onto Ignis' hand in an attempt to pull him down.]
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But then lets Noctis willingly pull him down. Of course, there some shifting and moving so that he doesn't sit on top of Noct, but once he's comfortable enough, he happily accepts Noctis in his arms.
Or in his lap. Or anywhere really.]
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Yeah, I'm feeling pretty generous right now.
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You are indeed.
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What can I say? You've earned it.
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Quite cuddly tonight...
[It's teasing; Ignis' lips leave a small trail of kisses to Noct's ear then down over his neck.]
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[And Ignis' lips could spill forth barbs and complaints just as easily as they were currently providing sweetness and warmth against his skin. He leaned into it, head tilting to the side as if to offer up more of his flesh.]
I guess I just... wanted to be with you.
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[He does. Maybe it's some kind of possessive streak, or maybe just the knowledge that Noct is fine and here, in his embrace. He had stopped wondering a long time ago- it wasn't something any kind of logic would ever be able to explain.]
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You could do it more often. If you were here every night.
[It wouldn't be that hard to explain why he wanted to keep his advisor close.]
We could do other stuff more often too.
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I promise to stay as often as I can...
[He hums and presses few kisses to Noct's neck.]
And I definitively like that idea.
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We could start now.
[They were starting now. At least if the way his head angles downwards, nose clumsily bumping against nose before he finally captures Ignis' lips with his own.]
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Every so slowly, his hands wander up and down Noct's back, the fingers of one hand slipping into soft strands of Noct's hair.]
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But getting it off would mean stopping what they were now, and he really is not about to give that up.
Especially not when the kiss deepens, lips parting just so to take in a soft gasping breath, tongue lapping once over the seam of Ignis' lips before retreating.]
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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.]
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Nails rake over skin, long, healed over wounds carefully avoided in favor of fresh, unmarred flesh. A sound rises up from burning lungs, falls from parted lips and he has to break the kiss or risk passing out from the lack of oxygen.
But his mouth doesn't still, traverses a sloppy, wet line across the ling of Ignis' jaw, shifts and settles into his lap to tease at his throat, ghosting over a pulse point in slow, lazy movements.
Then he's nuzzling into welcoming warmth, another deep sigh of rising and falling.
Is he seriously about to fall asleep in the middle of a make-out session? Probably. He's fallen asleep in weirder places.]
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But when the kissing stops and is replaced by even closes snuggle against him, Ignis' long fingers thread in Noct's hair to keep him that way.
He won't mind if Noctis falls asleep- that's what he was supposed to be doing from the beginning. Ignis just needs to ponder on how to get him to the bed. In the meantime, he'll slowly run his fingers through Noct's hair.]
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But then he had made the mistake of nuzzling in, of breathing him in so deep and the warmth had been so comforting, so welcoming that he couldn't resist it.
Those fingers running through his hair definitely weren't helping, and before he knew it he was completely passed out. The only thing for it was probably just to shove him off and let him sleep on the sofa until Gladio eventually got tired of waiting for him in the morning and came pounding on the door.]
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