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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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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. ]

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[ as it turns out, it's one thing to murmur a bunch of filthy things into ignis' ear, and... quite another to try articulating himself like this, spread out and on display, at the unquestioned center of ignis' attention. but it's the only real hope he has of goading ignis into giving him what he wants before his self-control (or patience) crumbles, so. ]

I want -- [ his breath hitches as ignis trails those open-mouthed kisses so close to where noctis needs them, and he feels his dick give a little twitch of anticipation. ] I want you to --

[ another pause, struggling against his own nature, and then: ]

... fuck me. [ and once the first bit is out, the rest is always easier. ] The way I like it -- hard and fast, until all I can think about is you. Make me feel good, Ignis, I want you.

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[ He's close enough to notice the little twitch of Noct's lovely cock, and he's doing so well. Saying just what he wants in that wonderful voice of his, pushing through his reluctance to put it into words. But that still sounds an awful lot like an order, and so Ignis says something he's said to Noctis nearly every day of his life, but never in the bedroom. ]

No.

[ He's not so determined that he doesn't feel a little cruel for it, so he licks a stripe up the underside of Noct's dick, takes him in hand and opens his mouth around the head - and stays there, still. Waiting to see what Noct will do. ]

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[ the blunt sound of no is so unexpected that ignis may as well have reached up to slap him clean across the face, and noctis is left gaping stupidly at him in the wake of it. not because he's not used to hearing ignis say no (it's an every day occurrence, honestly), but it's the first time he's ever been told no in bed, and.

... well!!

he's all set to fuss about it, and then ignis puts his mouth on his dick, and dammit. his dick can't handle this kind of whiplash! ... but if ignis doesn't feel like being polite and giving about things, then neither does noctis, so. he braces one foot against the mattress and tries to buck himself up into ignis' mouth. ]

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[ It's no more than what Ignis expected. As willing as Noctis is to be reasoned with in daily life (provided, of course, that vegetables do not enter the equation), he's never patient in bed. The confirmation that he's determined to be a brat is precisely what Ignis wanted, so he holds position and lets Noctis arch up into his mouth, closing his lips around him and pressing back for just a few moments before he pulls off and reaches for the lube again. ]

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[ he isn't expecting ignis to bother giving him even an inch when noctis tries to take a mile, so there's a gratified little moan as ignis closes his mouth around him for a moment or two. it's warm and wet and good, and noctis wants nothing more than to keep rocking himself up into that clever mouth, but --

then ignis pulls away again.

dammit. ]

Ignis...!

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Yes, Noct?

[ It's perfectly pleasant. Conversational, almost, though he does accent it by peppering little kisses over Noct's hips and stomach before he moves back to brush a teasing little lick against the base of his cock. And whether Noct responds or not, he'll keep that pattern up - never enough to be enough, but hopefully enough to act as a distraction.

Because once he has the lube in hand and on his fingers he's reaching back behind himself, and if Noctis spots that it's certainly going to give the game away. ]

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You're -- nnh...

[ dammit, it's really hard to keep a train of thought when ignis insists on doing that. almost reflexively, he tugs one wrist against the tie -- his dick is aching to be touched, and if he could just reach down for a second...

... but it holds firm, and his head falls back against the pillow with a little huff. ] ... you're enjoying this way too much.

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[ He huffs quietly against Noct's skin, half in laughter and half at the feeling of his fingers pressing into himself in the most perfunctory of preparation. He shivers a little, more at the anticipation than the touch, and the sounds Noct is making that make him pulse with want. ]

I am, rather. Don't worry. I'll do my best to make sure you enjoy it too.

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I'd definitely enjoy it more if you'd do something.

[ with an impatient little wriggle, because even ignis' breath against his skin is torture. ]

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I suppose you've almost been patient. Rather an accomplishment, for you.

[ If Ignis is very lucky, the fact that he follows that up by rising up onto his knees and taking hold of Noct's dick might be enough to keep him from wanting to exact revenge for that particular comment. He strokes over him slowly, the movement slick with lube as he thumbs over the head to make sure he's coated. ]

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You're --

[ but the insult is lost abruptly as ignis wraps his fingers around him again, and noctis can't help but pitch his hips upwards with a needy little moan. he feels hypersensitive to each and every little bit of stimulation -- even the heat of ignis' palm against him is enough to make him shiver, and his voice breaks around a whine as ignis thumbs over the head of his dick. ]

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Utterly devoted to you? A patient and generous lover? Devastatingly handsome? Why thank you.

[ He's fully expecting Noct to scoff at that, to call him a bastard for drawing things out the way he has or something similar. Maybe later, when he's not so caught up in the effect those little sounds are having on him, he'll claim that's the reason he finally shifts enough to plant his knees either side of Noct's hips and guide him in with one hand.

It's odd, at first - no matter how much he wants it, his body still registers it as an invasion - but a deep breath and a firm push downward and he slips right past the no and into yes, more, now. ]

Gods.

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[ he'd be perfectly happy to roll his eyes (and perhaps even snort) at those suggestions, but ignis gives him absolutely no time to react. because before he can even take a breath, ignis is moving to straddle his hips, and he doesn't have time for much more than a startled mental ?! before --

oh, fuck.

-- ignis is sinking down on him, and it's so hot and tight and perfect that his vision whites out for a few seconds (lifetimes?). it's no small miracle that he doesn't ruin things by coming right away, but the fight to stave off his orgasm has the toes of one foot curling hard enough to cramp. ]

Ignis, fuck, you're -- [ perfect, amazing, wonderful, sent straight from the astrals, whatever. he's forgotten all about the bet, because it's damn near impossible to focus on anything that isn't ignis, ignis, ignis. ] Please, you f-feel so good, please --

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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.

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[ 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. ]