push my mind around as if it's warming up your hand

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[ Ignis has been thinking.

In general, he's very happy. With Noctis, in particular. They've fallen into something sweetly familiar, and he cherishes the ease with which they can just be together – sharing a meal, or curled aganst each other on the couch while Astra does her best to interrupt their respective study, or (especially) when they're intimate. It's not what he'd call predictable, which implies something dull and staid, but it's warm and wonderful and easy as breathing.

There is one thing, however, that is definitely predictable, and it bothers him.

Noctis is – obviously – the single most gorgeous thing Ignis has ever laid eyes on. Not because of his features (splendid though they may be), but because of the light of expression that moves in him. It doesn't seem like so very long ago that Noctis was sullen and withdrawn, hiding so much of himself behind a facade of detachment, and seeing Noctis relaxed, or animated, or flushed with pleasure has an effect on Ignis that he couldn't have predicted back when his affections seemed like something to be carefully ignored. It fills him with warmth to see Noctis unfurling in his presence, to know that he feels safe enough to be unguarded. To be himself. It makes him almost heartbreakingly beautiful.

And if he ever tells Noctis as much, he's rebuffed with the predictability of a thrown stone falling back to earth.

It is not, perhaps, the best plan he's ever had. Still, there's the desire there to show him. The belief that if only Noctis could see what he sees, he'd understand. And Noctis has always been more receptive when he's getting something he wants. To Ignis' great joy, what he wants is often Ignis. So that is how the idea forms: He purchases a very large mirror, and moves it into Noct's apartment while the prince is out. Into his bedroom, specifically; directly opposite the bed. Noctis is generally pleasingly open to new things, and unlikely to take a lot of convincing on the matter. Then Ignis' role is simple. He'll bring Noctis to that point he so loves to see, flushed and wanton and beautiful, and let him see too. If the whole process fails to convince him, then at least they'll have enjoyed themselves getting there.

And if he's 75% certain Noctis will insist on having the mirror removed after the fact, well. That's a problem for tomorrow's Ignis. For now he's sitting on the end of Noct's bed, dressed in clothes he knows Noctis enjoys both the look and feel of (and with buttons he's prepared to take sole responsibility for), and sending one very simple text message. ]

I'm in your bedroom.

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[ it's probably more than a little rude to ditch prompto so abruptly at the arcade, but there's a pretty firm hierarchy of priorities in noctis' life. ... and it just so happens that ignis texting him i'm in your bedroom ranks astronomically high on the list, so. he and prompto exchange fistbumps, promises for a rain check, and then he's off.

even once he's home, he only stops long enough venture into the living room and disturb astra's afternoon lap for a quick scratch behind the ears -- and then he makes a beeline for his bedroom, not even bothering to shed his blazer or schoolbag. after all, the novelty of ignis booty calling (texting?) him is thrilling all on its own, and he's impatient to see what kind of mood might have inspired ignis to skip his usual afternoon duties and go straight to... that.

and, okay, ignis is still fully dressed when noctis throws open the door to his bedroom, but... it's ignis. expecting him to be naked and spread eagled on the bed or something was probably a bit of a stretch. still, ignis is dressed in an outfit that noctis really likes (and he's pretty sure ignis is knows it, too), and his stomach is already fluttering with anticipation as he takes the first step directly towards him.

-- and then promptly freezes, because the movement out of the corner of his eye was enough to catch his attention. he isn't expecting to see a giant mirror there when he turns, and his expression immediately shifts to confusion, nose wrinkling and brow furrowing. ]

... this isn't about to be a lecture, is it? [ because he's fully prepared to make a break for the door. ] I mean, I know my hair's gotten a little long, but it's not that bad, and these pants are only kinda wrinkled, so --

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[ It's probably a sign of just how far gone he is that even as Noctis is pointing out all the supposed flaws in his appearance, Ignis is watching him appreciatively. Yes, the rumpling of those trousers does suggest they might have been yesterday's pair donned directly from the floor, but the casual way Noctis wears his uniform makes him look so normal, distanced from his responsibilities and his lineage in a way that makes it easy to forget all thoughts of duty and focus instead on what he plans to do. So Ignis shakes his head no and rises to meet Noctis halfway, slipping one hand into that too-long hair to tip his face up for a kiss. There's no attempt to hide his intentions in it; it's something immediately heated, searching. Deep enough and long enough that when he pulls back, his answer is completely redundant. ]

No lectures.

[ And as if to prove his point, he lifts the strap if Noct's bag from his shoulder before placing it directly on the floor, too eager to give another kiss to worry overmuch about putting it somewhere tidier. ]

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[ oh.

that kiss is more than enough to immediately erase any suspicions he might have had about ignis' intentions -- even if a lecture is incoming, he's perfectly inclined to sit through it patiently if it comes with kisses like that. so his response is immediate and eager, fingers curling into the material of ignis' shirt as he tips himself upwards on the balls of his feet to return the next kiss that comes.

having ignis call him over for an afternoon quickie sounds more like some kind of (irrational) fantasy than anything to do with reality, but noctis sure as hell isn't about to question it. pretty much the opposite, actually -- if ignis is in a frisky mood, noctis is eager to encourage this behavior as much as possible. that's why he's already nudging ignis back towards the bed, herding him against the mattress until he's able to push him down and then climb directly into his lap, knees braced on either side of the other man's hips. and then he goes right for the elegant line of his throat, kissing his way down until he can scrape his teeth lightly over those exposed collarbones with an appreciative hum. ]

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[ It's not as if he'd doubted this particular part of the plan - Noctis is just as much a slave to teenage hormones as Ignis himself is, or in honesty more so - but it's still a pleasant surprise when Noctis presses him down to the bed and clambers on top of him instead of questioning the presence of the mirror. Ignis decides to simply go with it; getting Noctis to actually look at himself will be far easier in the heat of things anyway.

It's not that plan that spurs him to take things a little faster than usual, just enjoyment of what Noctis is doing. Teeth graze over a rise of bone and Ignis sighs, lifting his hands to unfasten the buttons of his shirt until it hangs open around him. It's quicker work to slip Noct's blazer off his shoulders and drop it carelessly to the floor, though he does pause with his fingers hooked into the knot of Noct's tie. ]

Welcome home.

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[ the little sigh that he gets out of ignis sends a pleasant tingle all the way down his spine -- and the effect is only doubled when ignis gets his shirt out of the way. so noctis shrugs absently out of his blazer when ignis tugs at it, freeing up his hands again so that he can splay both hands over the older man's torso with another one of those low and undeniably appreciative noises. ]

I'll say. [ because he's sitting back just enough to get a good look -- no matter how many times noctis has seen him like this, ignis is just too attractive not to look at. and there's something else about it, a secret and possessive sort of pleasure when he traces his fingers over the muscle underneath ignis' skin and knows it was developed for him. ] You must've missed me.

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I usually do.

[ It's a quiet thing, warm and honest. There's a contrast to that, with the way that he shifts under Noct's touch, know exactly what he's looking at and wanting to show it to best advantage. And then he finally un-knots the tie, uses the loose ends to tug Noctis in for another kiss. Hungrier this time, almost messy -- and calculated. He curls his tongue against Noct's like a promise, drags teeth over his lip and presses up against where Noctis sits over him, fingertips rising to skate up under his shirt against warm skin.

And then he pulls back. ]

Undress for me? I want to watch you.

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[ and by the time ignis breaks away from that kiss, noctis is dizzy and half-drunk with desire, hands already trying to sneak toward ignis' belt. having ignis in a mood like this without any obvious provocation is thrilling -- and the idea that maybe he's been spending most of his day thinking about noctis, wanting him, is enough to send little tendrils of heat curling through his veins.

... which is right about the time that ignis hits him with his request.

it takes approximately three full blinks for him to focus and process, and when he does? his brow immediately knits, uncertainty writing itself across his expression. ]

You mean like --

[ it's not like he's shy or anything. especially not in front of ignis, but. the idea of stripping down with ignis watching him intently, almost like it's a show, is enough to make his stomach roll with embarrassment. he doesn't have the whole muscled sex-god thing that gladio has working for him, nor the sleek coeurl-grace that ignis wields so elegantly, and...

... it'd just look stupid, that's all. stupid and embarrassing and definitely a big let-down for whatever mental image ignis has built up in his head, and the mere idea of trying to put on some kind of sexy striptease makes noctis feel like wedging himself under the bed to die of utter mortification. ] ... uh.

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Ah.

[ It takes no time at all for Ignis to recognise his misstep when Noctis turns as instantly, obviously uncomfortable as he does. He gives the slightest shake of his head, leaning close to give Noctis a small and apologetic kiss. ]

I shouldn't have asked. I wasn't looking for a performance. I... [ a little hesitant, as he's really not sure whether this will make things better or worse ] I spend a lot of time thinking about the way you move.

[ It's beautiful, he thinks. A study in glorious contrast. Sometimes Noctis will lounge like a cat in a jealously-guarded patch of sun, stretching in a way that's slow and sinuous and makes Ignis long to touch him. And sometimes he's all haste, messy frantic action - most frequently when clothing or some similar obstacle is proving a barrier between himself and sex. It's fascinating, and something that keeps a welcome edge of curiosity to the desire they're becoming increasing well-versed in expressing.

But none of that does him any good when Noctis looks as if he's contemplating locking himself in the bathroom until he turns fifty, and Ignis presses another little kiss to the corner of his mouth. ]

I didn't think.

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[ the idea of it is still enough to send a flutter of embarrassment through his stomach, but... if it's not supposed to be some big show, then it's a little easier to tell himself it's not a big deal. and besides, he doesn't like the thought of ignis having to backtrack and apologize for such a simple little request, especially when he's always been indulgent and more than willing for anything noctis might want to try.

give and take. he can do that. ]

... as long as you're not expecting a dance.

[ and that's all the advance notice ignis is getting, because noctis is well aware that if he lets himself hesitate, he'll probably lose his nerve entirely. so he puts his hands towards the task of unbuttoning his uniform shirt, dropping his eyes down as if there's some pressing need to watch what he's doing. in reality, it's more about not having to watch the way ignis is watching him -- the whole idea of it is exciting and embarrassing all at once, and he can't seem to decide which feeling comes out ahead. (because there is a part of him that thrills at the idea of ignis watching him, wanting him; he's always been selfish about ignis' attention, and it's hard to resist the chance to make sure he has all of it.)

after the shirt buttons comes the belt, and he flicks a sidelong glance up just to make sure ignis really is watching. then he drops the belt off to the side, shrugs the shirt off his shoulders, and slides back out of ignis' lap to finish things off. his pants are unbuckled, unzipped... and then, after a moment of hesitation, he hooks his thumbs into the waistband of his underwear and strips them both off in the same quick shimmy, kicking the clothing off to the side as he steps out of it.

there's nothing particularly elegant about any of it, but he's still distinctly pleased with himself when he reclaims his seat in ignis' lap -- he's pink-cheeked with embarrassment, but. it's easy enough to push that aside in favor of being proud that he accomplished the task at hand.

... and just in case ignis isn't immediately inclined to praise him: ] That what you wanted?

[ punctuated with an affectionate nuzzle up underneath ignis' jaw, and then... because he really can't help himself: ] You perv.

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[ Oh, he's definitely watching. Hands resting on Noct's thighs as he unbuttons his shirt, tightening just slightly as the strip of pale, smooth flesh he exposes grows larger. As soon as the shirt is fully open Ignis wants to move his hands to Noct's waist, to feel that bared skin under his hands, but Noctis is moving to shuck the rest of his clothing before he has the chance and that, too, is beautiful.

If asked, he wouldn't be able to pinpoint what exactly it is about the sight in front of him he enjoys to much. The determination, perhaps; Noctis can be stuttering and hesitant in his movements if given time to overthink them, but when he makes up his mind to act he's an unstoppable force, sure and capable as any fine-tuned machine. It's terribly flattering to have that determination turned towards himself, to bringing them together. Or it could simply be the fact that Noctis is gorgeous, and Ignis knows his body well enough by now that seeing Noct's body gradually exposed to him brings with it a flood of sense memory, taste and scent and touch all clear in his mind. Whatever the case, he's straining hard against his own trousers by the time Noctis climbs back into his lap. ]

That was perfect. [ You're perfect, he thinks, keeping the thought to himself for now, though he does chuckle at the jab. ]

Guilty as charged, I suppose. You really have no idea what a treat it is to watch you.

[ Almost as much as it is to touch him. Which is precisely what Ignis does, now that Noctis is bare against him. He cups Noct's face in his hands, eyes locked on his for just a moment before his touch trails down. Fingers skimming over Noct's neck and down his chest, trailing over bared side and thighs before he moves them up again to thumb over the rise of a hipbone and draw a small circle around the hollow of his navel with one warm fingertip. ]

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[ there's always a part of him that wants to squirm and turn away when faced with this sort of open and earnest adoration, but the course of their relationship has given him time to adjust. enough, at least, so that he doesn't always protest when ignis calls him beautiful, and enough for him to be able to meet that lingering gaze without shying away.

not perfect, but a work in progress. ]

So? [ the way ignis skates a fingertip around his navel is enough to make his breathing hitch, muscles fluttering reflexively at the ticklish feeling. ] What about my treat?

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[ It takes a moment for Ignis to respond, because the brief movement over Noct's abdomen is rather intriguing, but when he does it's simply by smiling and pulling him in for another kiss. It's just an hungry as the earlier ones, though steadier and controlled up until the point that he locks an arm around Noct's waist and lifts him, turning to lower him so he's seated on the bed.

Having his shirt hanging open around him is starting to feel just a little ridiculous. He skins out of it, but that's as far as he gets before the sight of Noctis bare and waiting before him is too much of a temptation. Then he's back to it, leaning at the side of the bed so he can kiss a warm line down the stretch of Noct's neck and over his collarbone, hands trailing over his skin again. There's something warming and wonderful about loving Noctis as he does, being so attracted to him, and having both the time and the permission to indulge that. He goes to his knees before the bed, pausing a moment with his hands on Noct's waist and his face leaning against Noct's chest, lips pressed to his skin. ]

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[ he was half-kidding about getting a treat, but that doesn't mean he isn't delighted when ignis obliges him. so he leans up eagerly into the kiss, breaking it only with a little laugh of surprise when ignis lifts him up to shift their positions. but that sound is quick enough to melt back into a pleased little sign as ignis begins to kiss a line down his throat and onto his chest -- noctis tilts his head back obligingly to allow him more room, reaching one hand up to thread his fingers lazily through the other man's hair.

but the pause is enough to make him look down again, feeling something tug in his chest at the sight of ignis pressing a kiss to the spot just above his heart. it's an endearingly sentimental gesture, enough to take the edge off his usual impatience. ]

Hey, Specs. [ in a voice that's soft and warm and not the least bit guarded. ] You know I love you, right?

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I do.

[ And he lifts his face for that, his smile just as open and unguarded as the sound of Noct's voice. Oh, he knows, and he marvels at it every day. He strokes gently where his hands rest over Noct's waist, quiet but for the sound of his breathing for a moment. ]

And I love you too. Sometimes I like to take a moment to simply appreciate that.

[ Their closeness, their affection and their passion. This quiet little place carved out in all the weight of Noct's title and Ignis' work just for the two of them, special and sacred.

And then he shifts one of those hands to trail his thumb along the underside of Noct's dick, a sliver of want edging into his fond smile. ]

And to appreciate you, of course.

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[ it isn't as if it's news to him (i love you), but that never seems to take away from the way it makes him feel. there's another one of those little tugs at the center of his chest, almost sharp enough to be painful, but it radiates out a warmth that tingles all the way down into his fingers and toes.

he's lucky, noctis knows that. despite everything that's been taken away, he was given this.

and his next exhale hitches, caught somewhere between a laugh and another little sigh as ignis trails a thumb up along his cock. ] Oh yeah?

[ leaning down enough to steal a kiss off ignis' mouth, smile against smile. ] Lucky me.

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Indeed.

[ He's joking, of course - no luckier than Ignis himself, and that's what's so beautiful about it. For the time being he simply cranes up for another kiss, sighing softly against Noct's lips as he curls his fingers around the length of his cock and squeezes softly, smoothing over the head with his thumb. ]

In fact, I was rather hoping to spend this evening appreciating you for as long as you'll permit it.

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[ that little squeeze is enough to make his breath hitch, lashes fluttering as the feeling of it thrills up his spine. and it's tempting to try to push his hips up into ignis' hand, but their current position hardly permits it -- he has no leverage like this, no real way to urge along this teasingly slow pace. ]

Mm. [ but what he can do is tip his head enough to be able to catch ignis' lower lip between his teeth, giving it a teasing little tug. ] I think I can probably get the guy who manages my schedule to pencil you in.

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[ That little tug of teeth is ample encouragement, really. Ignis loves the way they move together, loves the way Noctis feels against him, but more than that he loves the unspoken language their bodies have formed together. Not that he doesn't savour every sound Noctis makes when they're together or sometimes feel as though he lives for the moments when Noctis gets bossy with him, demanding more or faster, but he likes the sense of connection it gives him to know that it's unnecessary - that they belong solidly enough to each other to do without. So - ]

Oh, I suspect you can get rather more than that out of him.

[ He starts to stroke, still moving slowly but at least providing friction, and relishing the smooth slide under his hand. Soft, heated flesh against his palm, and his eyes on Noct's face all the while. ]

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[ and now he can't help but bite down on his own lip, the muscles in his thighs twitching with the urge to try and thrust forward greedily into ignis' hand. it's slower than he likes it, but ignis knows him well enough to know that -- so it feels like a bit of an unspoken challenge: how much of this can he take before he can't help but to demand more. ]

Ignis, ah, I -- [ one hand goes to ignis' upper arm, fingers squeezing as if there's some hope of steadying himself that way. ]

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[ Ignis laughs, not unkindly. Just a quiet little huff; it's exactly what he was aiming for, after all. The sight of Noctis biting his lip, the pressure of Noct's fingers against his arm. He steals a moment to press a kiss low on Noct's neck before he picks his pace up - he has no intention of finishing things this way, not when they have the rest of the afternoon and the whole evening ahead of them, but it's always been difficult for him to not just give Noctis what he wants. And if it helps build positive associations, that's just a bonus. ]

Look at you. I've barely started, and you're already making faces that are going to get me into trouble next time I'm in a dull meeting.

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[ he whines a low noise when ignis picks up the pace for him; a helpless sound because it feels good, the warmth of ignis' palm and the contrast of smooth and dagger-calloused skin. noctis isn't someone who thinks in big pictures by nature -- he isn't thinking how much time they have, only that this feels good now. ]

Good. [ and his voice husks low in his throat, thick with want. ] I like it when you think about me.

Maybe one day I'll -- [ his breath catches, shudders, hips twitching. ] -- nnh, sneak into the Citadel and catch you between meetings. Could ride you right in your chair, or... mm, maybe let you bend me over the table and fuck me right there.

Then you'd never be able to concentrate, huh?

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[ Well

the ultimate effect of that little spiel is that Ignis can't concentrate right now. Later, he'll wonder when Noctis got so good at dirty talk and if it means he now has complete and utter control over Ignis, but for now - for now, Ignis just rubs the pad of his thumb firmly against the head of Noct's cock, slick over the plump parting at the slit, before he releases him and stands to finally remove the rest of his clothing. Too fast, nothing planned or elegant about it, and his breath catches when the fabric of his underwear drags over his dick. ]

Noctis - [ It's low, almost warning, and the look on his face is wanting enough to eliminate any chance that Noct may not feel completely smug about this turn of events ]

I may have to insist.

[ And then he's all hurried movement, half-lifting Noctis to move him into the centre of the bed before he falls on him again in a heated, hungry kiss. ]

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[ the little trick ignis does with his thumb is enough to make nocti gasp, even though the pleased sound is quick enough to melt into a noise of complaint when ignis promptly lets go of him. but any whining is nipped in the bud when he realizes the upper hand he's gained, and the act of ignis stripping down gives noctis just enough time to look smugly pleased with himself before he's promptly jumped all over again.

of course, he reaches up greedily to meet that kiss as it comes, twining himself around ignis like ivy to a trellis. the kiss is a heated and demanding thing, and noctis takes every bit as much as he gives -- getting a reaction like that out of ignis is exhilarating, and he's more than happy to ride the high. ]

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[ Noctis wrapping himself around Ignis makes it relatively easy to re-position him, pulling him up so they're both kneeling on the bed. But his hands, his mouth - they never leave Noct's body through the process, tracking over skin like he needs that touch to survive. He presses close, hissing quietly as his dick meets the warmth of Noct's skin, too greedy for it to keep from grinding slightly against him. A hand in Noct's hair tugs his head back slightly, leaving his neck exposed for Ignis to gently scrpe his teeth over. ]

You'd get away with it. Such a sweet face, such a quiet boy. Nobody would ever suspect.

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[ his breath catches, shudders -- the way ignis tugs his head back is enough to send a jolt of arousal thrilling through him, and the feeling of ignis rutting his hips forward against him makes noctis' blood simmer in his veins. this is the pace he always tends to gravitate towards; this desperate and hungry devouring, as if ignis might be snatched away from him at any second. as if this is the only chance he'll ever have to sate his every want. ]

Mmhm. [ voice still low, rough. ] Could walk back out once we were done, and no one would suspect a thing.

[ and he sneaks a hand downwards, fingers wrapping around ignis' dick and paying him back with a squeeze. ] No one would know that I was just begging for your dick, begging for you to fuck me. You could go to your next meeting, and no one would ever suspect everything you'd just been doing to your future king.