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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's laughing even as ignis flips their positions, but it ends out smoothing into a little mm as ignis kisses him. and that little roll of his hips helps -- already he's trying to arch up to encourage more, greedy as ever.

so, by the time ignis pulls away, he does wiggle his fingers like he's thinking of testing the hold, but doesn't move to squirm away. not just yet. ]

Depends. Do I get to say 'I told you so'?

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No.

[ He presses back against the way Noctis arches up against him, kissing him again - and then moves back, planting his knees on the bed to get him high enough to deny him friction, tugging Noct's lip between his teeth. ]

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[ ... maybe he didn't entirely think this through.

because the way ignis suddenly moves back is enough to make him whine, the muscles in his stomach trembling as he tries (and fails) to hitch himself a little higher. ] Hey --

[ and then there's a moment of oh, realization blooming across his expression. ]

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[ Aha.

Ignis hides his smirk by dipping his head to lick a stripe up along Noct's throat, then makes a o of his mouth and blows a burs of cool air over it. ]

Having second thoughts?

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[ it's impossible not to be uncomfortably aware of just how much ignis isn't touching him. ... and while noctis doesn't like to think of himself as someone easily defeated, he also isn't very patient, which... is making the current situation tougher than he might have imagined. ]

No. [ with a huff. ] ... I just didn't think you were starting already, that's all.

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[ That huff makes him laugh, and he eases up. Another kiss, then, and he moves his body closer to Noct's, skin against warm skin. ]

Call it an appetizer.

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[ aha. because moving closer is enough for noctis to be able to hook his leg around ignis, tugging him closer. and it's obvious that he's pleased with himself about this ingenious bit of strategizing, even as his next exhale escapes him in a rough little groan when he rocks himself up against ignis. ]

Pretty sure kings can eat dessert first. If they want.

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Kings can do as they like, generally speaking. But isn't dessert more satisfying at the end of the evening?

[ He doesn't rock back against Noctis, but he doesn't pull away either - and positioned as they are, the effect it's having on him can't possibly go unnoticed. ]

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[ well, that's fine. because he's perfectly able to grind himself right up against ignis' hip like this, and also more than willing to play up his reaction to it. which is why he exhales another breathy little moan at his next rock upwards, tipping his chin back with a little mm. ]

Who says? Tastes just as sweet either way.

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Wicked thing. You never have any patience.

[ It might be slightly undermined by the fact that he does now shift his hip against Noct, wanting to hear that sound again. ]

This is precisely why you need to be tied up.

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[ and he's all for encouraging bad behavior, which is why he arches against him with a decadent little purr. ]

Too bad you like giving me what I want.

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Nothing gives me more pleasure.

[ And he shifts away again, because someone is getting very cocky. ]

Except, perhaps, giving you what you want only after bringing you to the point of begging for it. Not mouthing off. Not telling me to do it. I want you flushed and squirming, pressing into my every touch. And then I'll give you what you want, and you'll see just how good it can be to have something you've been denied.

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[ ... ah.

see, noctis is coming to a very important revelation: it's far easier to talk about this sort of stuff than it is to follow through. especially when hearing all of that coming from ignis is enough to send a surge of blood straight to his dick, the heat at the pit of his belly curling itself into an even tighter knot.

... but he can't exactly talk a big game and then promptly give in, so.

he grits his teeth against the whine that wants to escape him, squirming to keep himself from arching (uselessly) upwards again. ] ... I-I'm not gonna beg.

[ which isn't the coolest thing in the world to say, but his brain and tongue have forgotten how to work nicely together. ]

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Maybe not. That is, after all, your prerogative.

[ And he's not laughing as he says it - not exactly - but there's a little curl to his lips and a warmth in his voice, because he can hear the tension in Noct's voice and feel it in his body
and thinks that just maybe he will beg after all, eventually. ]

I wager I'd still enjoy it.

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[ he huffs out an impatient little breath, squirming to stifle the urge to rock himself upwards again. his dick is a steady throb between his legs, impossible to ignore, and --

ugh. is there a kink where he can get ignis to threaten to hold out on him, and then give him exactly what he wants immediately after? because that's totally what he's into. ]

... you can't just say all that and then not do anything. S'not fair.

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I probably can't.

[ And his tone is light, agreeable, soft as he brushes his lips against Noct's ear. ]

But wouldn't it be fun to find out?

[ And he shifts so he's holding Noct's wrists in one hand, leaving the other free to reach down between them and trail a feather-light, teasing touch over the length of Noct's dick. ]

Would you like me to find something to tie you with?

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[ it really isn't fair. because he's so turned on that even that light and trailing touch along his dick is enough to make his head buzz with white noise, and he's pushing his hips up desperately towards ignis' hand before he can help himself. ]

Ignis. [ it's a whine. ] Can't you just --

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[ The difficulty in approaching things this way, without having set parameters beforehand, is that Ignis is temporarily completely flummoxed. He's used to giving Noctis what he wants - he delights in giving Noctis what he wants - and hearing that whine in his voice leaves him confused as to whether it's part of the game or he's genuinely taken it too far based on nothing more than a joke.

So: He releases his grip on Noct's wrists, and kisses his cheek. ]

Of course. If that's what you want.

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. . .

[ well. there's a blink as noctis processes what just happened, and then... a little snort. ]

I'm starting to think we need a safe word. [ ... which is not what a person usually says while they are simultaneously trying to tug one of their partner's hands back towards their dick and haul them down for a greedy kiss, but noctis has never exactly been traditional. ]

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Don't laugh at me, you little ingrate.

[ It lacks any sting as Ignis is laughing too, but he does move away again - actually off the bed this time, as he moves to his bag to seek out the ties he'd brought in case of formal events. ]

You should choose one.

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[ he didn't even get his kiss, first! which triggers another expression that ventures dangerously close to a pout, even as he props himself up on an elbow to watch ignis move over to his bag.

it's a nice view. ]

Uh... I dunno, vegetables? That's the least sexy word in the world.

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[ NO KISSES FOR BRATS.

This is a doomed resolution, clearly, because once Ignis is done extracting the ties and laughing at the ridiculous suggestion he moves back to the bed with indecent haste and gives Noctis a kiss full of both want and adoration. He's very silly at times, and Ignis wouldn't have it any other way. ]

Vegetables, then. Now, tell me if it's too tight.

[ Straight to business - he threads a tie through the bars of the headboard, and sets about binding one of Noct's wrists. ]

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[ he's Very Pleased with his kiss -- enough to settle back again against the mattress and let ignis go to work tying his wrist to the headboard. ]

So... if I say "vegetables", I get kissed whenever I want?

[ this is going to go terribly. ]

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No.

[ Honestly. He's amused, though, and once he's tied one wrist to his satisfaction - tight enough to hold him in place, with with a finger's width of room around his wrist to make sure the blood still flows - he sets to work on the other. ]

If you say vegetables I untie you and find somewhere to bake in order to make it up to you. If you were to eat vegetables, on the other hand...

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[ that prompts an immediate wrinkle of his nose, and an expression that can't be mistaken for anything other than blech. ]

In your dreams, maybe.