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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 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.

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[ He's already achingly hard, but when Noct's hand's tighten in his hair his cock throbs within the tight confines of his dress trousers. He wants to agree - yes, all his - and puts the thought into action instead.

If Noctis is hoping Ignis will go easy on him, let things drag out for the sake of his pride, he's about to be disappointed. There's a hungry, needy curl of want in him at the feel of Noctis coming undone against him. He settles into a rhythm, pulling back just enough to let Noctis press into the tight cinch of his throat with each forward motion, and every slide of him there makes Ignis' breath hitch. Noctis is beautiful and sweet and his, and the knowledge that only Ignis gets to feel him this way fills him up with the need to earn that right all over again. ]

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[ there's no real hope of this lasting very long, no matter how much he might want it to. what they'd already done was enough to get his blood roaring in his veins, and now this? ignis' mouth is relentless and greedy, and noctis can't even find the breath to beg for mercy.

instead, he just gives into this fever they've built up between the two of them, rocking his hips shallowly into ignis' rhythm and letting his head drop back with a low groan. it's so good, it's perfect, and every inch of him is singing with how damn good it feels. ]

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[ Noct's rocking into his mouth is a tremendous breach of his normal blowjob decorum.

It's also perfect, exactly what he needs, and he whines at the feel of it - something needy and completely uncontrolled, higher than his usual tones. It makes him redouble his efforts, picking the pace up, the sound of Noct's laboured breathing music to his ears. It's possible he's never been so aroused in his life - the combination of Noct's reactions and the background murmur in his mind telling him that this is all but public have him worked up to the point that there's a damp patch forming in his underwear. He aches for touch, but at the same time there's something deeply pleasing about devoting himself entirely to Noct's pleasure. It's good, so good, and he finally lets his eyes fall closed just to revel in the taste of Noctis, the feel of him. ]

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[ fuck, well.

that whine is such an utterly filthy sound in this context that it's the last little thing noctis' self-control can take. it makes ignis sound utterly wrecked underneath him, just as lost to this as noctis is, and the idea just makes the heat in the pit of his belly snap like a spring wound too tightly.

there's no chance to even offer a warning, it's just all over in one moment -- he hits his peak with a sharp cry, fingers tightening that much further in their grip around ignis' hair. ]

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[ Oh. Oh, but it's perfect - the pull of Noct's hands in his hair, the sound he makes, the feel of him pulsing in his throat. Ignis swallows around him helplessly, and in a fit of inspiration he wrests back against Noct's grip, shuddering at the feel of him sliding free, and lets the final few throbs of Noct's orgasm spill messily against his lips. Waits, then, his hands pawing gently at Noct's hips until he looks down -

and makes a show of licking his lips clean, eyes glossed dark with want. ]

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[ goddammit, ignis is a terror. ]

Fuck. [ because that's about as eloquent as he can manage to be in his current state -- it feels like that damned orgasm wrung him dry, and his knees are wobbly underneath.

... so he lets himself plop right down onto his ass, still panting in a vain effort to catch his breath. ] Holy shit, Ignis.

[ it's a compliment. ]

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[ A compliment well-received - Ignis chuckles slightly, and shifts so he's not kneeling above Noct. ]

I'll take that as a sign I performed adequately.

[ His voice is a little rough, thick and low with his recent exertions, and everything they've done makes him thrill a little to hear it that way. Noctis looks almost stunned and that's pleasing too - his expression, the rise-and-fall of his breathing. Ignis reaches to thread gentle fingers into Noct's hair, leans in to rest his cheek against Noct's, craving the contact. ]

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Adequate is like... the understatement of the century, Specs.

[ and he turns enough to be able to press a kiss to the other man's cheek, his breathing slowly beginning to steady out into something that's almost normal. ] That was amazing.

You're amazing.

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Mm. Good.

[ He's very, very pleased with that review. And with the kiss, which makes him smile almost shyly as he reaches to tuck Noctis back into his trousers, as if he doesn't realize the discrepancy between that and the fact that he's just enthusiastically sucked Noct off in full view of anyone at the right angle, or that the loudness of Noct's cry probably alerted people to what was going on regardless. ]

You're normally so careful with me. I'm glad you weren't today.

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[ he can feel the heat flaring up into his cheeks, ugh. how was anyone supposed to think about being careful when they had ignis worked up into that kind of mood? it was probably some kind of astral-granted miracle that he hadn't been reduced into a pool of utterly mindless sludge, if he was completely honest.

... but admitting that out loud feels a little embarrassing, so.

he swats ignis' hands (gently) away, reaching out to reel him in for a proper kiss, instead. ] Don't start talking in the past tense. Where's my part two, Specs?

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[ What starts as a laugh turns into a warm hum at the kiss. Part two sounds wonderful, but he still spends a few moments to linger over another kiss. His hands settle on Noct, and then wander a little - and that's enough to inspire him to hand and offer Noctis a hand up. Wanting to turn the rest of the day into a non-stop fuckfest doesn't mean there's no room for chivalry. ]

I believe you promised you weren't going to take it easy on me there, either.

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[ his knees are still a little wobbly underneath him, but at least they agree to support his weight when ignis helps him to his feet. which is great, because he's not sure his ego could survive swooning into ignis' arms like a blushing maiden, so.

instead, he uses the hold he has on ignis' hand to drag him back into the bedroom, plopping down into the bed with a bounce and dragging ignis down after him. ]

C'mon, I thought you were supposed to be Mr. Manners. [ grinning against his mouth as he leans in for another kiss, punctuating it with a little nip of teeth. ] If you want something, ask nicely.

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[ Oh. The pinch of Noct's teeth sends a little curl of excitement through him, and there's really nothing to do but rise to the challenge. He cups Noct's face in both hands, eyes imploring]

Please, Noct. Back on the gondola I thought I couldn't want you more, but now I'm a wreck. The sounds you made, the feeling of you in my mouth, in my throat. I can still taste you. I want you so badly, Noct.

[ And it's hardly a Mr Manners move but he shifts, presses his hips forward until the swell of his cock, trapped hot and desperate in his pants, presses against Noct's hip. It's meant just to show him, but even that slight pressure makes him gasp slightly. ]

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[ dammit.

ignis is just --

too hot, too seductive, too amazing, and half the time? noctis is pretty sure that there's no way he can keep up. hell, he should be composing sexy poetry or something in ignis' honor, and the most he can manage in response to that is a helpless little moan.

and, of course: ] Ignis.

[ but at least he tries to make up for his lack of sexy wordplay by hauling ignis down to him all over again for another kiss, heated and eager. and his hands immediately go to undoing ignis' trousers in order to slide his hand inside and press his palm against the hard swell of his cock. ]

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[ Ignis' manners have apparently decided they're on holiday, because when Noctis slips his hand into his trousers he moans brokenly and presses into the touch, needy and wanting. If he were less lost in the moment he'd be embarrassed at the slick slide of it, their antics on the balcony having left him so incredibly turned on that he's wet with it, but as it is he just rolls his hips again and moves to pull Noct's shirt off him. ]

Gods, Noct. You're magnificent. How are you mine?

[ It's astonishing, really. That he could want anything as much as he wants Noctis, and have that want returned. ]

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[ oh.

that tears a low moan out of him before he can even think to stifle the sound -- ignis saying mine is all it takes to send a pulse of heat through him, blood surging through his veins and straight down into a point of pressure between his legs.

and hell, if he was trying for teasing before, he's blown that now. immediately, he surges forward to catch ignis' mouth in a heated kiss, all teeth and tongue as if he's trying to leave his mark there for anyone to see. and his hand pushes impatiently down on ignis' underwear until he manages to get it out of the way, just so that he can wrap his fingers firmly around ignis' dick and give him a slow stroke. ]

Say it again. [ breathlessly demanding as he breaks the kiss, cheeks flushed and eyes dark with heat. ] Say I'm yours.

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[ The moan Ignis makes into Noct's mouth is a trapped, tiny little thing, strained with need. The feeling of Noctis closing his hand fully around him and stroking has him bucking into the gently callused heat of his grip, but when Noctis pulls away to speak -

oh, but he's beautiful. Ignis slips a flat hand into Noct's hair, soft and stroking before he makes a fist and uses the grip on his hair to tip Noct's head back, give him access to smear a wet kiss over the line of his throat. ]

Mine, Noctis. You're mine. The very heart of me. The only one I want. Mine.

[ And - well, to hell with it. The whole point of their antics today is that in Altissia they're incognito, unrecognized. He ducks his face low against his lover's neck, scrapes teeth there, and finally - wantonly, selfishly - sucks a bruise to the surface, knowing how darkly it will bloom against Noct's pale skin, knowing it will peek out from the neck of his habitual t-shirts, and feeling himself twitch in Noct's hand at the thought of it. ]

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[ just the words alone are enough to turn the blood in his veins to fire, but when ignis nurses a mark to the surface of his skin? noctis groans a low and needy sound, ignoring (relishing) the little tug against his hair as he forces himself closer and wriggles his way right into ignis' lap. it puts them close enough for him to be able to reach down and wrap one hand around both their dicks, rocking his hips forward and hissing at the slide of his cock against ignis'.

it's too much, too good, and he's already burning up from the inside out with need. ]

So prove it. [ with an answering bite against the tender skin of ignis' throat, leaving his own mark in a ring of teeth-shaped bruises. ] Make me yours. Show me.

C'mon, I know you want to.

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[ As good as it is, there's the distinct possibility that if Ignis allows Noct to continue it's all going to come to an abrupt end before he's able to give him what he wants. The hard heat of Noct's dick against his own, the savage little bite - it's enough to have his eyes roll back a little, lashes fluttering as he both revels in the sensation and fights not to give over to it.

It puts a sense of urgency into his actions - he rearranges Noct until he can pull his pants away, leaving him naked and beautiful. And the proper thing to do here would be to take his own clothes off too, but... well. There's imbalance in it, he thinks, a sort of power that comes from being clothed while the other is nude, something that feels like it fits Noct's mood. So instead of disrobing he swipes the lubricant from the bedside table and settles Noctis over his lap again, reaching behind him to work him open with slick, careful fingers. ]

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[ he whines an impatient noise when ignis pulls away enough to make noctis lose the grip he has on his dick -- but he at least halfway forgives him when ignis makes up for it by starting to work him open with his fingers. the first stretch of it is good enough to make him groan a low sound into the other man's shoulder, working his hips back against ignis' hand with a greedy roll of his hips.

but: ] Not enough.

[ he wants more, he can take more, and there's no patience left in him for the slow and careful way ignis fusses over him during their usual prep. which is why he pushes ignis hand away after a moment more, taking just enough time to pour a mess of lubricant over his own palm and give ignis' dick a hasty stroke. then he's sinking down onto him, letting ignis fill him up, every nerve ending singing with the slow slide of it and the stretch that's almost too much. it feels different without letting ignis work him over properly first -- there's an edge to the pleasure that he knows he'll probably be feeling tomorrow, but honestly? he likes the idea. that he'll still be able to feel ignis in him long after this, that every flinch of soreness will remind him of what they're doing now. ]

Fuck. [ muffled into ignis' shoulder, nails scrabbling little pink lines along the other man's skin as he tries to find some way of anchoring himself. ]

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Gods.

[There is, of course, the briefest flare of panic when he realizes what Noct's doing, but it's lost entirely when he feels that press, the almost-too-tight clinch of Noct sinking onto him whiting his vision out for a moment. He pushes up, in, mindless with the feel of it, and then Noct is clawing at him for purchase and it's enough to bring him back to himself.

He loops his arms tightly around Noct, holding him close, and it's half to give the point of stability he seems to be reaching for and half just to collect himself. His breath comes slow and heavy against Noct's hair. ]

Greedy thing. What am I going to do with you?