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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 can't help laughing at that, though it's a low, quiet thing that verges on a wheeze. He knows the feeling, really -- though he could use a little time to adjust, even while still the feeling of Noctis inside him is incredible. And moreso because it's Noctis. ]

A moment.

[ warmly, and he trails his hands over Noct's stomach, takes a deep breath before he starts to rock his hips. It's a slow thing, steady, and it's clear he's luxuriating in the sensation. Too much so to have noted that the desperate tone of Noct's voice and the repeated please probably counts as begging -- he's only focused on how good it sounds, curling into his ear and shivering through him, making him move his body over Noct's in the hope of hearing more. ]

Oh.

[ he whines a broken little noise as ignis starts to rock over him, tugging against the ties hard enough to make the headboard creak. he wants to touch ignis, wants to grip bruises into his hips, wants to trace the way the muscles work in his thighs, but --

dammit. ]

Ignis, you're so gorgeous, I wanna touch, I need --

[ punctuated by another frustrated little tug at the restraints, as if he's trying to strain towards him. ]

[ Oh, he's beautiful, and it really doesn't go with whatever they're doing here but the will to deny Noct has fled Ignis entirely. He leans forward with a tight little sound at the feeling shifting like that triggers in him, the way it makes Noct move in him, and unties his hands. And while he's there, it's the perfect time to lean down for a kiss. ]

Noct. You feel wonderful.