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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 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. ]

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[ 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.