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[ He's done his research. There are the gondolas that are simply a means of transportation, shuttling people around as they go about their daily lives, and then there are... the other ones. They're ornately decorated, often bedecked with flowers, and the gondoliers will sing traditional Altissian folk songs as they row cash-flush tourists and lovestruck couples around. Tourist traps, twee and ridiculous.

Ignis wants nothing more than to ride one.

He could probably explain it away as an interest in the music (he had, in fact, developed something of a taste for it), but the truth of the matter is simple, and not something he's ashamed of. For as long as they've been together he and Noctis have never had the opportunity to feel like a normal couple. He wouldn't trade their time for anything in the world, and he's not sure things would have been much different had they not wooed in relative secrecy – given the freedom to do as he liked, Noctis would still probably prefer to stay at home – but there's something thrilling about this opportunity. The chance to walk hand-in-hand, to do the things that couples do without concern for propriety or reputation. Noct's relative obscurity here combined with the almost infamously relaxed attitude of the general public make so many things a possibility -

but first, the gondolas.

He seeks one out based on reputation, rowed by a man reported to have a leisurely pace, a wonderful voice, and an almost negligent regard for who is in his gondola or what they do so long as he gets paid. It's a short walk to the dock, and he extends a hand to Noctis without further explanation. ]

Indulge me.

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[ he whines an impatient noise when ignis pulls away enough to make noctis lose the grip he has on his dick -- but he at least halfway forgives him when ignis makes up for it by starting to work him open with his fingers. the first stretch of it is good enough to make him groan a low sound into the other man's shoulder, working his hips back against ignis' hand with a greedy roll of his hips.

but: ] Not enough.

[ he wants more, he can take more, and there's no patience left in him for the slow and careful way ignis fusses over him during their usual prep. which is why he pushes ignis hand away after a moment more, taking just enough time to pour a mess of lubricant over his own palm and give ignis' dick a hasty stroke. then he's sinking down onto him, letting ignis fill him up, every nerve ending singing with the slow slide of it and the stretch that's almost too much. it feels different without letting ignis work him over properly first -- there's an edge to the pleasure that he knows he'll probably be feeling tomorrow, but honestly? he likes the idea. that he'll still be able to feel ignis in him long after this, that every flinch of soreness will remind him of what they're doing now. ]

Fuck. [ muffled into ignis' shoulder, nails scrabbling little pink lines along the other man's skin as he tries to find some way of anchoring himself. ]

Gods.

[There is, of course, the briefest flare of panic when he realizes what Noct's doing, but it's lost entirely when he feels that press, the almost-too-tight clinch of Noct sinking onto him whiting his vision out for a moment. He pushes up, in, mindless with the feel of it, and then Noct is clawing at him for purchase and it's enough to bring him back to himself.

He loops his arms tightly around Noct, holding him close, and it's half to give the point of stability he seems to be reaching for and half just to collect himself. His breath comes slow and heavy against Noct's hair. ]

Greedy thing. What am I going to do with you?

[ as it turns out, being held is exactly what he needed -- it steadies and anchors him immediately, and the shuddering exhale he breathes out serves to relax him enough to take away all those sharp edges. so he noses into ignis' shoulder instead of immediately moving to get on with things, enjoying the way that their closeness lets him hear ignis' pulse echoing back to him through his skin. they might as well be one person, tied together as they are, and the thought pours over him like a balm. ]

I've got some suggestions. [ with a little huff of a laugh, wriggling his hips down into ignis' lap for emphasis. ]

Oh, I'll just bet you do.

[ His answering laugh comes out more like a sigh and Noctis squirms, the movement and pressure sending pleasure coiling through him. The momentary stillness was nice, the connection a pleasure of its own, but oh gods he feels good.

Ignis clasps Noct's hips and rocks into him, slow but firm, nudging at Noct's head with his own face. ]

Kiss me and I'll see what I can do.

[ As teases go it's not particularly effective, considering he immediately rolls his hips up again. ]

[ his breath catches as ignis shifts up into him, feeling the answering wave of pleasure go tingling all the way into the tips of his fingers and toes. sometimes it's hard to believe that another person has the power to make him feel this good -- but then again, it's ignis, and something about that just makes it seem right.

and ignis is probably lucky that it doesn't take much to coax noctis into a kiss, considering that he's already getting what he wants without even having to put the work in. already, he's sliding his arms around ignis' shoulders and leaning up to kiss him, muffling the low moan as ignis rocks up into him again against the other man's mouth.

of course, the nice thing about this position is that it hardly puts him at ignis' mercy -- he has enough leverage to start his own rhythm of rolling his hips down into ignis' lap, slow and steady. ]

[ Oh, but he's beautiful. Noctis delivers the kiss as asked, moaning against his mouth, and Ignis feels as if he could fall into him entirely. They're meant to be this way, joined in the most intimate way possible, tangled together.

It's s decidedly more romantic train of thought that all the buildup had promised, but Noctis starts rocking against him in way that makes the pleasure of it spread out through him in little golden tendrils and he laughs in spite of himself. ]

I thought you wanted me to beg.

[ he did say something about that, didn't he? dammit. because getting ignis to beg would probably require stopping, and just the thought of that is enough to drag a low whine of protest out of him.

... but still, he doesn't want to make it seem like ignis has gotten the best of him. not that easily, at least. ]

You'd beg. [ and he draws himself up in ignis' lap, until the head of the other man's cock almost has the chance to slip back out of him -- and then he sinks himself back down firmly, groaning as ignis slides all the way back into him. still, there's the telltale edges of smugness in his voice as he finishes the thought: ] If I told you to.

[ If he's looking for confirmation of that fact, he gets it - when he rises up as if he's going to move off Ignis' breath hitches, a desperate sound of protest catching in the back of his throat and betraying just how distressing the thought is. There's unmistakable relief in the way Ignis sighs as Noct pushes back down onto him, fluted through with near-laughter. Silly, to be so caught up in it. But he is, and Noctis has every right to sound smug, and Ignis wouldn't have it any other way. ]

Cruel. [ It's murmured, full of affection and the low burr of heat in his voice from the feeling of it. He drags warm hands over Noct's thighs, delighting at the play of muscle there as he speeds the motion of his hips. Banter is all well and good, but now, lost in how good Noctis feels, hoW beautiful he is moving over him and how delightful this cocky attitude is, he wants nothing more than to savor it. ]

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[ that helpless reaction is deeply gratifying, especially considering it means noctis doesn't have to stop what he's doing just to prove a point. and he huffs out a little laugh in response to the accusation that follows, bracing one hand on ignis' shoulder and tangling the fingers of the other into the hair at the back of the other man's skull. enough to tug lightly, a casual sign of possessiveness. ]

How's it cruel if you like it? [ and he uses the hand he has in ignis' hair to tug his head back, exposing the line of his throat. nips a fresh mark to the surface of his skin there, purring a low noise of satisfaction at his handiwork. everything is a warm wash of pleasure -- they're not at the point yet where the desire for satisfaction melts into desperation, and he likes the chance to relish things. ] You like being treated like you're mine.

[ The proof of how much he loves it is in the fact that when Noctis bites another mark into his skin he moans at it, no thought of appearances or how tacky it's going to look. His fingers tighten over Noct's hips, mouth curving into a smile. ]

I love it. I love it when you let me know I'm yours. Always, and completely.

[ He does, and this feels like a particularly special treat. Noctis is frequently demanding with him, but very seldom dominant. Having Noctis mark a claim into his flesh and ride him in such a way that leaves no question about just who is in charge here? It's wonderful, something that blooms and billows throughout him as surely as the physical pleasure of it. ]

You're mine.

[ it's an agreement, but it's also for the sheer pleasure of saying the words. he loves the idea, relishes the thought of an ignis that belongs solely to him and no one else. and hearing ignis admit it back to him so eagerly is enough to spike his blood with something hot and feral; he pushes back on ignis' shoulder until he can press the man's back against the mattress, pinning him there with a hand splayed against his chest.

and that gives him all the leverage to set the pace, so he does. working himself faster over ignis' hips, rolling each thrust in an attempt to drive ignis right against that spot that makes the inside of his skull explode with starbursts. it's good, it's so good -- made better by that steady refrain inside his head; ignis is his his his his, and he doesn't have to share with anyone. ]

Noct.

[ He goes easy, falling against the mattress with a tiny huff of air and a look of pure adoration on his face. It's wonderful like this, all the more so when Noctis starts working over him in earnest; the increased pace is good, the steady rolling of Noct's hips adding a rather delicious pressure to things, but more than anything it's the look on Noct's face. Flush-cheeked and passionate, beautiful, yes, but confident. Sure of the hold he has on Ignis, sure of his love. Ignis could ask no greater pleasure than to see Noctis this way and know it's because of him. He lays a hand over the on Noctis uses to pin him down, laced their fingers together. ]

You're magnificent.

[ he can't help it -- he huffs a little laugh at him. ]

You're not supposed to -- nnh...! [ because that last rock of his hips had ignis pressing up against a perfect spot inside of him, and for a moment? it's impossible to even catch his breath, let alone speak. but he pulls himself back together with a ragged little pant, licking his lips as he refocuses. ] ... get mushy about it.

C'mon, Ignis, you know what I like. [ rocking his hips down more firmly against him, urging him. that sharper edge of need is starting to creep in over him -- it's impossible not to be greedy. ]

Forgive me. You have me under your spell.

[ It's only half-joking, but he gives Noct's hand an affectionate little squeeze before he readjusts to something more fitting. Stretches his arms up over his head, hands against the headboard as he grinds up and into Noctis. It gives him less control than he'd have if he held Noct by the hips but it's a posture that mimics helplessness, something that reflects the way that pleasure is building to a boil inside him. He's not quite far gone enough for the bucking of his hips to give over to artless desperation, present and calculated enough to try to replicate the angle that stole Noct's words from him. But it's a close thing, and when his upward thrust meets perfectly with Noct's downward press it tears a cry from him that the walls of their very fine room are unlikely to contain. ]

[ fuck.

it hadn't been a position that he'd thought of, but the sight of ignis like that, arms stretched above his head and body laid bare like an offering beneath him --

noctis would have thought it impossible that he could want ignis more, but he feels a wave of desire flood through his veins like fire. so he lunges forward with a little growl, pressing one hand down on ignis' wrists as if to hold him there. and the movement of his hips becomes more urgent -- hard and fast enough to make the bed creak in protest beneath them, his breath torn from him in ragged little gasps. ]

S-Still haven't -- [ interrupted by a groan, teeth pinching into his lower lip. ] -- decided whether I'm g-gonna let you -- nnh... come inside me. You have to earn it.

[ Noctis pins his wrists and Ignis moans, needy and unashamed. It sends a thrill right through him, all the heat and need surging low in his belly spiralling out through his limbs. He's struck by the urge to wrap his legs around Noct - not something he could achieve in their current configuration but a thought for later, certainly, and in the mean time he makes up for it by doing his very best to earn it as Noctis has ordered him. He raises a knee, plants his foot flat on the bed to give him more stability until he can match the furious pace Noctis is setting. ]

Anything you want. Please, Noct. Anything.

[ he can't stifle a sharp little cry at that first thrust of ignis matching his pace, head thrown back and teeth gritted as the sensation tears through him like an electric shock. it's so good, and it just feels like more proof of what he's been saying -- that ignis is his, made for him. it's an impossibly selfish thought, but it just fuels the fire pumping in his veins until it feels like he's bound to burn up from the inside out.

but instead of stopping, he just pushes harder. rides ignis' hips until his whole body feels like a coiled spring about to burst, everything in him drawn tight as that climax builds up to its inevitable breaking point. the grip he has on ignis' wrists will probably leave their own ring of bruises, but he's heedless of the fact, not even feeling the burn of exertion in his own thighs. ]

Ignis, fuck, I'm -- [ another groan, a raw and ragged and needy thing. ] More, more, I need --

Yes.

[ Reckless, now. No thought for his usual care in the matter or that Noctis was, in his estimation, under-prepared. He meets every urgent motion of Noct's body in kind, his thrusts relentless and greedy, the urge to do as Noctis asks taking priority over anything, everything else. He closes his eyes in the hope that not being able to see Noct like this, beautiful and fierce, will delay things but it only makes every sensation seem overwhelming, every movement of Noct's body against his, every hot press into him ringing through his body like a gong. ]

Please, Noct, I'm so close - please, let me -

[ as always, no matter how much he might want this to last forever, there's no helping it in the end. every thrust up into him is perfect, until every last nerve ending feels almost raw with pleasure. and still he tries to fight it, tries to make it last just one second --

but ignis thrusts up into him hard, says noct in that voice, and it's the end of him. and he comes with a sharp little cry that's doubtless enough to be heard from beyond the walls of their hotel room, every muscle in him clenching tightly as his body wrings his release out of him.

and even during this, he remembers. ] Yeah, Ignis, c'mon, come for me, I want to feel you --

[ As his king orders.

It's hopeless, really - he knows, now, the way Noct's breathing changes, opens his eyes. The way Noctis looks, the sound he makes, and then the way Noctis clenches around him and the hot spatter over Ignis' tensed stomach all mean he'd have been lost even without permission. When he comes it with a shudder that wracks his body and golden light bursting behind his eyes, Noct's name on his lips like a chant of prayer. ]

[ he only just manages to brace himself with a hand on ignis' chest before he collapses forward onto him, swaying as all that tension turns into a warm and fuzzy sort of exhaustion. they're both sweaty and sticky and gross -- but all of that does absolutely nothing to make ignis look any less gorgeous underneath him.

and the sight is enough to inspire a little sass, even though he sounds breathless and utterly spent. ] Is this the part where I call you a good boy?

Ah, [ says Ignis, and damn the Astrals but he blushes. His only hope is that it's not obvious given the fact that he's already flushed. It's... not something that would appeal to him normally, but there's something about this situation, here and now, that makes the words curl warmly into his ear and has him burying his face in Noct's hair. ]

I should think you can call me anything you like, after a performance like that.

[ by now, he's managed to catch his breath enough to laugh, easing down against ignis as the other man tucks into him. he feels warm and drowsy and utterly content -- and the knowledge that they have enough time to themselves to wake up and do this all over again is a wonderful thought. ]

Anything? <.small>[ turning his head to nuzzle into him, grin pressed against ignis' skin. ] Better get extra creative, then.

Perhaps not too creative, if you're hoping for a repeat performance.

[ There's absolutely no conviction in that; he's too bonelessly, happily sated to offer any genuine chastisement over it. His fingers find their way up into Noct's hair to stroke there, a compulsion he seems to have that he can only assume is a direct result of how like a cat Noctis seems sometimes. They both need a good scrub down in the shower, preferably before the fall asleep like this and wake stuck unpleasantly together, but for now it's lovely just o be close; to feel the pressure of Noct's body draped over his own, the thump of his heart as its beating slows back to normal. ]

That business with my wrists was inspirational, if you don't mind my saying so.

[ he snorts another tired little laugh against ignis' skin, tucking himself a little closer to the other man's body heat. ] Did I ever tell you about the girl in my class who used to give her boyfriend all the dumb nicknames? Prompto and I always used to crack up whenever she came up with a new one.

So... sugarbuns? [ punctuated with a playful little kiss. ] Honeylump? Snugglebunny? Pookiebear?

[ and, okay, that's as far as he can get before he dissolves into a fit of laughing, ducking his head a little to muffle it. it'll take him a second to go back to being smug about his sexual prowess, hang on -- ]