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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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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.

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Well, then.

[ And his work done, he settles back over Noctis - propped on his knees, which maintains a little distance despite the fact that his erection grazes against Noct's hip, and smiles down at him. ]

Where were we?

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[ he gives the ties an experimental little tug to test how well he's caught, humming a pleased noise when they hold firm. of course, if he really wanted to get out, it'd be an easy thing, but --

it doesn't make the illusion any less exciting. ]

You were about to touch me. [ with a purposeful little buck of his hips. ] Definitely.

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Was I, now.

[ He definitely was, because he is a weak man with poor resolve where Noctis is concerned. But thanks to their little break some of his determination has returned, and he slowly curls his fingers around Noct's dick, loving the weight and the heat of it against his palm, before he presses his thumb just under the head and lets go again and returns to kissing him. ]

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[ he sighs a pleased noise as ignis wraps his fingers around him, trying to push his hips upwards into the other man's hand. and, honestly? he's entirely too used to getting what he wants to be suspicious, so there's a (startled) little whine when ignis pulls his hand away again.

even the kiss doesn't entirely make up for it, especially now that his attention has been helplessly redirected to his dick. so there's a clumsy effort at trying to grind himself up against ignis' hip, nipping down at his lower lip in a silent (but clear) demand. ]

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[ Ignis lets Noct press against his hip for just a fraction of a moment before he sits back, stroking his hands down over Noct's skin. He really is beautiful - all that smooth skin, the fine shape of lean muscle beneath it, and the feeling of Noct's teeth at his lip has sparked just enough heat in him to want to make this special. He lets his fingertips brush over the taut plane of Noct's stomach, lets the ridge of hipbones guide his touch in and down towards where Noctis wants it - and fans out again, to stroke over his thighs. ]

I don't know why I didn't think of this sooner. Now I can tell you how breathtaking you are and you can't kiss me to shut me up.

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Wh --

[ the words are enough to make something twist in his stomach, caught somewhere between embarrassment and heat. because, yes, ignis has a wonderful point -- and the idea of being showered with shameless praise and knowing he's absolutely at ignis' mercy are... well, he's...

... not sure if he's turned on or alarmed. or both.

(probably both.) ] Wait, that's not what you're supposed to --!

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Absolutely stunning. And blushing already. How lucky I am.

[ He's being an absolute troll and he knows it - but he counters it, at least, by moving one hand back to his lover's cock and thumbing softly over the head, smoothing little circles there. It's shameless, really - an attempt to coax Noctis into accepting the praise. ]

I wouldn't worry too much. You're irresistible.

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[ he makes another little noise that's dangerously close to a whine, squirming underneath the combined powers of those words and that touch. after all, the compliments make him want to attempt to burrow underneath the blankets and refuse to come out, but --

it's impossible to pull away from ignis' hands on him. especially when he's so damn turned on already, and ignis has always had clever fingers that know just where to touch. ] I'm not --

[ blushing, but he can feel the heat in his cheeks, so fussing about it feels like a lost cause before he's even begun. ... better to switch tactics, then. try to steal a little of the upper hand, to goad ignis into losing a little of that calm. ] ... I bet you could take me again already, if you wanted.

[ tongue stealing out to lick his lips, legs inching wider in a teasing little display. ] You wouldn't even have to use your fingers, Ignis. I can still feel you from before.

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[ It's impossible for Ignis to hide the effect that has on him. It's rare for Noctis to speak so boldly, and even after the earlier events of the day hearing it is enough to make Ignis' dick throb and a little sigh of want escape him. Combined with the way he moves and the pink flicker of his tongue over his lips, it's positively intoxicating. ]

Just like this, hmm?

[ He shifts again, settling on his knees and lifting Noct slightly, settling the prince's thighs across his own. And that's where he leaves them, opting not to give in to the urge to press in, to feel himself buried inside Noct and the sweet heat of that connection but leaning forward, skimming his hands up Noct's body until he can gently tweak a nipple. ]

You're a difficult man to say no to, highness.

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[ his breath hitches a little as ignis shifts, spreading his thighs open wider and settling in between them. and there's a moment when he thinks that's been enough to get him what he wants, but --

then his next exhale puffs out of him in a startled little hiss as ignis tweaks a nipple, wriggling like there's any hope of escaping the touch. it feels good, and that means it isn't helping matters at all. ]

Ignis... [ it doesn't count as begging. ]

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[ It doesn't count as begging to Ignis either, which is why he just rolls that nipple between thumb and forefinger and shifts until he can kiss over Noct's stomach. They start out light enough, soft little things, but as he works his way down he's too focused on not giving in to deny the sudden desire to suck a little mark into Noct's flesh near his hipbone. He likes doing that, likes having the rare and unusual freedom to be less careful than normal, but more importantly he knows what it'll do to Noct. ]

Yes, love?

[ He may be smirking. ]

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[ unfair.

because even if he squirms until his wrists are tugging against the ties, he can't get ignis' fingers to quit what they're doing, and each little rub is enough to send a fresh wave of fluttery heat all the way through his system. and the kisses aren't helping either, especially when --

well.

he wasn't expecting that, and the idea that ignis has just stamped another mark on his skin is enough to knock his breath out of him in an embarrassing little mewl. it's enough to make him remember the mark on his throat, and the sound of ignis panting out you're mine as noctis drove his hips down onto him, and --

fuck. fuck, fuck, fuck. ]

I want -- [ dammit. ] ... I'm gonna get you back later for this.

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I'm going to hold you to that.

[ Which is a far more diplomatic thing to say than I'll believe that when I see it. He murmurs it against Noct's skin instead, shifts just enough to slip his tongue over the head of Noct's dick. ]

It sounded an awful lot like you were going to tell me what you want.

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[ the way ignis drags his tongue over the head of noctis' dick is enough to knock his next exhale out of him in a breathless little hah, hips twitching upwards helplessly. whatever teasing bits of stimulation ignis seems fit to give him never amount to enough -- he's on fire from the inside out, and ignis is just calmly stoking the flames hotter instead of doing a damn thing to satisfy them. ]

... s'not begging if I tell you. [ stubborn as a garula, down to the bitter end. ]

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Quite right. But it would be very inspiring.

[ In truth, Ignis has zero expectation this approach will be even remotely effective. He's still feeling thoroughly spoiled by Noct's rather graphic demands on the gondola - but it's a pleasure of its own to tease him. In every way possible, if he's hnest, and he moves back a little more until he can press wet kisses high on Noct's inner thigh, hoping to drag more of those sounds from him - every twitch of his hips, every little breath is something to be savoured, adored. ]