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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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Well, normal by our standards, maybe. If --

[ but he gets cut off as the gondolier breaks into song behind them, and he can't help but sink down a little lower in the seat. gods, this is really touristy. and while he's almost always in favor of getting to spend a little extra time with ignis, there's a part of him that's already looking forward to ducking back into the quiet of the hotel room.

and then ignis leans in closer and murmurs directly into his ear, and the closeness is enough to send a little thrill down noctis' spine. sure, okay, it seems like a pretty cheesy love song, but...

it's ignis saying it to him, and that's enough to make all the difference. ]

... is he hitting on me for you?

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[ He can tell Noctis thinks the whole affair is cheesy by the way he shrinks down into his seat, even before Ignis starts translating. The gondolier continues, the lyrics getting less cheesy and more suggestive as the song continues, but Ignis chuckles low and trails his fingertips against the back of Noct's neck in lieu of offering a translation that might improve his opinion. ]

It would seem so. I think I'll have to tip him. Unless he's hitting on you for himself, in which case I shall push him into the canal and steal his boat.

[ It's a joke! Honestly, and hopefully one murmured low enough that their guide doesn't overhear, but Ignis is more occupied with the feel of Noct's skin under his fingers than worrying about that. He lets them trail upward, draws a little curl around the shell of Noct's ear before they trail down the side of his neck and dip - rather daringly, he thinks, for something happening essentially in public - under the neckline of Noct's tshirt. ]

...is it working?

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[ ... oh.

it's actually a little hard to remember the bit about being embarrassed when ignis is doing... that. the way he traces his fingers in little invisible lines over noctis' skin is enough to send a little shiver all the way down his spine, heat fluttering at the pit of his stomach. and he's pretty sure ignis doesn't even mean anything by it, because they're in public and ignis is way too --

which is right about the time ignis slips his fingers under noctis' shirt.

and noctis can't help the startled jolt that seizes his limbs, feeling the color flood into his cheeks. his mind can't quite seem to wrap around the idea that ignis is seducing him. on a boat. with an audience. (but his dick seems to have absolutely no problem with the idea, and he's already forced to shift in his seat.) ] Uh.

I -- [ he clears his throat, trying desperately to be cool about this. ] ... might be more into it if you were the one singing. H-He's not exactly my, uh, type.

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[ He eases off a little when Noctis jumps a little. It's not that he seems unhappy with it, especially, but the blush and stammer seems to suggest that he's not entirely comfortable. That's a priority, now as always, so he withdraws his fingers just a touch and lets them trace the jut of Noct's collarbone over his shirt instead. It doesn't stop him from pressing a little kiss to Noct's cheek but that's rather more innocent - more fitting, even if he's convinced the prince won't be recognised. ]

I'll sing you the third verse when we get back to the hotel, if you like. [ And then, with a little edge of mischief because the relative freedom is making him bold - ] It's filthy.

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[ he's aware that ignis must be giving him a little bit of a reprieve, but... instead of being grateful, he's ready to incite him all over again. so he takes a moment to gather his daring, and then leans in, enough to slide a hand up ignis' thigh underneath the cover of the blanket on their laps. ]

What if I wanna hear it now? [ and his expression is entirely innocent as he tips his face up to ignis, absolutely no indicator of the way he's sliding his fingers up along the line of ignis' zipper. ]

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[ Oh. Ooooooh. Goodness.

Well, he only has himself to blame. And, perhaps, their gondolier, who is confirmed by a quick backwards glance to be merrily poling the boat along, his eyes fixed at the canal in front of them. The sensation of Noct's fingers tracing up his thigh and over his zipper has... the predictable effect, and Ignis feels himself colour faintly at it.

Of course, he's up for the challenge. There's something breathtakingly exciting about Noctis touching him so in public, and he lets his fingers dip under Noct's shirt again as he murmurs against his ear. Not singing, but translating again. ]

I was born for kisses, and I want them
as young people make love
I want them on my mouth, and in my hair,
and when I close my eyes they may go wherever they like.

Love is like ivy – where it clings, it dies
but always, always, my heart clings to you.

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[ he exhales in a breathless little laugh as ignis translates for him, feeling his pulse skip as ignis' fingers find their way back under his shirt. but taking the initiative is enough to make him bolder -- the color stays in his cheeks, but he cups a hand around the growing bulge in ignis' dress slacks and gives him a little squeeze. ]

That's filthy? [ and he turns, enough to press a kiss to ignis' temple, then brushes another against his mouth. ] You should hear what I can come up with.

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[ He stifles a gasp when Noctis squeezes at him, every fibre of control in his body required to keep him from arching up into the touch. It makes him want to reciprocate, but not quite enough to let his own arm get in the way of Noct's. They've time. He chases that soft kiss with another of his own, lips lingering at the side of Noct's mouth as he speaks. ]

Not by today's standards, I suppose. It gets worse as it goes along, but sillier. I'd much rather hear your version.

[ And then he gives in, just a little. Rolls his hips ever so slightly upward into the warm press of Noct's hand. ]

Perhaps I can coax it out of you once we've access to a bed.

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[ it's easier to focus on ignis than it is on his own embarrassment -- he turns so that he can nuzzle against ignis' cheek, brushing up against his skin. it's an innocent touch in comparison to the way he palms at ignis' cock through his trousers, and to anyone not looking closely? they might seem like a perfectly chaste pair of lovers. ]

You might be able to coax it out of me now. [ looking up at ignis coyly through his lashes, giving him another one of those slow, firm squeezes. ] Unless you're too shy.

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Do I seem shy?

[ He should. His heart is racing, though it's mostly excitement, and he turns just a little to make the angle easier and shift his hand from Noct's shoulder to under the blanket, settling over Noct's lap.

Hos movements are sure - popping open the button on his pants, pinching the zipper down - but he's nowhere near cool enough about it to stifle the little moan that emerges at the way Noct's hand moves on him. In an attempt to recover even footing (since the upper hand appears completely lost to him) he slips his hand in under Noct's clothes, until he can curl long, gloved fingers around the hot flesh of Noct's dick. ]

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[ ... oh. perhaps he underestimated ignis, just a little.

because he barely even gets the chance to be properly surprised before ignis is wrapping his fingers around noctis' dick, and the sensation sizzles up his spine. and he has to bite down on his lower lip to stifle the moan, struggling not to rut his hips up instinctively into the warmth of the other man's palm. ]

Ignis, fuck --

[ it's not eloquent, but at least he remembers enough to keep it quiet. ]

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Eventually.

[ Ignis has learned a lot about himself in the time they've been together, but one of the most surprising things is just how susceptible he is to baiting. It takes very little from Noctis to see him wanting to escalate things, and he can't even write it off as simply wanting to please him; there's a part of him that finds the back-and-forth of it, the little flashes of competitiveness, deeply arousing. It's one of the reasons he's content to give the younger man's cock a teasing stroke with his glove still on, despite wanting to feel Noctis against his skin - what they're doing feels risky, a little dirty, and leaving his gloves on seems to fit that. ]

I think it's high time we gave the Leville's royal suite the royal treatment, don't you? I'm sure it'd be an insult to such a fine establishment if we didn't thoroughly debauch it.

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[ fuck.

and noctis loves absolutely all of ignis, but there's something particularly wonderful about ignis in a mood like this. perhaps it's because it goes against the usual mannerly and respectable face he puts on to everyone around them -- there are very few people in the world that would ever believe ignis scientia was the type to give someone a secret handjob on a gondola, and noctis counts himself Very Lucky to be a member of the club.

better stoke the fire while it's hot, then.

which is why he reaches up to grab the lapels of ignis' jacket, hauling him down until he can murmur right into his ear. ] I wanna start on the balcony. I want you to get down on your knees and suck me off, knowing damn well that any one at just the right angle could see.

And you know what? [ with a nip to the shell of his ear. ] I bet you wouldn't even mind.

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[ That's a very accurate assessment. In fact, if the heated little moan Ignis gives is any indication he wouldn't mind at all. This business on the gondola is one thing (a thing that's progressing rather more than he might have planned, because that suggestion is enough to prompt him to start stroking Noct's dick in a more regular fashion than the teasing handling he was giving it earlier), but the idea of taking Noctis into his mouth on the balcony, plainly visible to anyone who might care to look - it sends a starburst of heat through him, something that makes him almost a little dizzy with want. He licks his lips reflexively, thinking of the weight and heat of Noctis there, and hears his own breath shudder out of him. ]

Yes. Yes, Noct. Please.

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[ there's probably no way this gondolier doesn't realize that they're all-but-fucking on his stupid boat, but. uh. there are some nice side benefits to the incognito lifestyle they've adopted, and being able to fool around like horny teenagers on a dumb tourist attraction is definitely going on the list.

and besides, the way ignis responds to him is impossible to resist. ]

Then I'm gonna -- ahn -- take you back to bed, and... [ dammit, it's really hard to string a proper sentence when ignis is touching him like that, but he's determined, here. ] ... ride you. W-Want you to watch, and... nnh... beg me to let you come inside me.

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[ The same thought has occurred to Ignis - that his actions are probably completely obvious - but Noctis has him in such a state that he actually rather enjoys the thought. Enough that his hand never falters in that stroking motion, and he moans again when he lets his thumb slip up to rub over the head of Noct's dick and feels skin against skin. Not what he'd had in mind when he purchased thumbless gloves, but a very nice benefit. He gives up any pretense of keeping things g-rated above their blanket and crushes his mouth to Noct's, all fierce lips and searching, greedy tongue. ]

I want you to ruin me. Make me plead, make me need you like air.

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[ well, if there was any hope of being subtle, it's lost now. because he groans helplessly against ignis' mouth as the other man rubs his thumb right over the head of his dick, hips twitching up helplessly into ignis' fist. and the idea of ignis begging? pleading?

fuck, it's almost enough to make him come on the spot.

but he uses what little is left of his self-control to pull away from the kiss, grabbing at ignis' wrist to still his hand. and that gives him enough breath (and presence of mind) to form words. ]

Hotel. Now.

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[ Oh, yes. He tucks Noct back into his pants, and has just enough sence of decency remaining to make sure he's all fastened up before he turns and asks to be dropped off. The gondolier, for his part, seems completely unfazed, giving an agreeable little nod and a signori that seems more faintly amused than knowing.

The trip back to the hotel - boat ride and short walk all - seems to take an eternity, and it doesn't remotely help matters than Ignis has to conceal his erection under the drape of his blazer over his arm all the way there. But when they arrive he hauls Noctis straight through to the balcony, presses him against the wall to kiss him with a fierce sort of need as he sets about unfastening his pants again. ]

I don't think I've ever wanted anything as much as I want you right now.

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[ it's a lucky thing that they're not that far away from the leville, because noctis was perfectly prepared to grab ignis by the collar and warp the entire way back. fortunately, his impatience is held just enough in check to keep from resorting to magic, and once they're in the hotel?

well, it's great that ignis is just as impatient as he is. ]

Good. [ with a greedy sort of satisfaction, fisting a hand in ignis' hair so that he can drag him down for another hungry, open-mouthed kiss. ] Don't want you to think about anything but me.

[ and then he drops his mouth low enough to be able to press a heated kiss against ignis' throat, dragging his teeth across the tender skin there to leave his mark behind. ] Say you're mine.

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No, no -

[ He's agreeing, really - that he shouldn't think of anything but Noct - but he's too caught up in it to realise how that sounds, at least until Noct's teeth graze his skin and he moans, loud and wanton. ]

I'm yours, I'm yours - [ and even as he's speaking he's pulling Noct's cock out, gripping it needily. ] Let me show you.

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So show me.

[ gods, even just the feeling of ignis' fingers wrapped around his dick is enough to make him dizzy, but he steels himself. enough to reach out and push down on ignis' shoulder, trying to push him to his knees. ] You know what I want.

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[ He doesn't need the push, but gods is he pleased to have it. The demand in the gesture makes him groan sluttishly as he kneels before Noctis, quickly enough that it jars him - he may have bruises tomorrow, and that's absolutely fine with him. And it takes him no time at all to get to work - a kiss to the base, licking a hot line up the length of him, and then he's opening wide to take the slip of it over his tongue, until the head presses at the back of his mouth. As much as he can take without risking embarrassment right off the bat, and his eyes lift to Noctis for approval. Or demand, if he's very lucky. ]

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[ no one else in eos would believe him if noctis tried to tell them about this side of ignis -- not that he'd ever want to. he likes keeping it for himself, a secret shared between the two of him. mostly because he'd never want to share the sight of ignis like this with anyone; it's for him and him alone, and that's just the way he likes it.

but the way ignis takes him almost immediately to the hilt is enough to make him moan an eager sound, trembling with the effort it takes not to thrust himself deeper into that wet heat. ] Gods, Ignis.

You look so good like this, fuck. [ almost senselessly, the words tumbling out despite him. ] More, c'mon, I know you can.

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[ Ignis scarcely believes this side of Ignis. It's possible, of course, that if Noctis hadn't been in his life he'd have been just as eager for the act itself, but it would have been devoid of the love he feels, the utter and absolute devotion. When Noctis tells him he looks good it pleases him, but when he demands more it thrills him, and he can't imagine not complying.

He draws back just a little, drawing breath, his tongue stroking against the underside of Noct's cock in a way that's half a plea for patience and half just for the feel of it, but when he presses forward again he's determined. He shifts his hands to Noct's hips, urging him forward as Ignis leans in. It's far faster than he'd normally attempt this and he can feel his gag reflex gearing up to protest, but -

a deep breath through his nose, fingertips digging in to Noct's hips, and when he feels the head pressing into his throat he moans with it. Thrilled at the feeling of accomplishment, at knowing he's giving Noctis just what he's asked for. ]

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[ and he can't help but whine at the clutch of ignis' throat around his dick, fingers clutching helpless fistfuls of his advisor's hair. making an absolute mess of him, but that only seems fitting -- none of ignis' prim grooming seems to fit the picture of having noctis' dick down his throat.

when ignis moans around him, it's enough to make him shudder all the way down his spine -- he can already feel his climax coiling its heat down in the pit of his belly, coaxed helplessly on by ignis' wonderful mouth. ]

Ignis, fuck, you're so -- [ panting, squeezing his eyes shut in some desperate attempt at reining himself in. ] Mine, you're all mine, fuck.