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

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

[ 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 It doesn't seem like so very long ago that Noctis was sullen and withdrawn, hiding so much of himself behind a facade of detachment, and seeing Noctis relaxed, or animated, or flushed with pleasure has an effect on Ignis that he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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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.

[ 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.

[ 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. ]

[ 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. ]

[ 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.

[ 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?

[ 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. ]

[ 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. ]

[ 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.

[ 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.

[ His reaction to that is instant, the words provoking a quiet moan from him just as much as that delicious little squeeze. Filthy, filthy enough to be genuinely tempting despite all the obvious reasons it's impossible. It's as if Noctis is torturing him, really, and he's fine with that. But it makes him bold, wanting to see just how far he can push it, and he places his hands on Noct's shoulders. ]

Begging? That would be a sight.

[ And he pushes down, gently - not enough to force Noctis down to where he wants him, but enough to make his desire very clear. ]

[ oh, this is fun.

the idea of attempting any sort of dirty talk had always been vaguely intimidating -- he's never seen himself as sexy, and it's all too easy to imagine himself making a total mess of things. but ignis' reactions to everything he says are exhilarating, enough to make him forget any potential nervousness in favor of trying to get more. ]

Bet you could find a way to make it happen. [ and he's letting himself be nudged down, but he's sure as hell taking his sweet time about it -- pressing slow and open-mouthed kisses in a little trail down the older man's torso. ] You're a pretty smart guy.

[ Slow is just fine with Ignis; each warm press of Noct's mouth feels like a promise, something that makes his dick throb and the muscles in his stomach tense and twitch with anticipation. He keeps pressing with one hand, lets the other drift to the back of Noct's neck and starts stroking his fingers into his hair. Encouragement and a plea in one - perhaps not ideal when they're talking about making Noctis beg, but Noct's newfound talents for filth and (apparently) taking things slow are having quite the effect on him. ]

How long could I keep you on the edge before you decided to take matters into your own hands, I wonder? How much of my fingers and my mouth could you take before you decided you needed more?

[ the words are enough to make him shudder, a throb of arousal sending heat snaking through his veins and straight between his legs. he's damn well aware that ignis is the more patient one between the two of them -- it's easy enough to imagine him using that patience to his advantage, teasing and waiting until noctis is nearly out of his mind with want.

and it's hard to come up with anything that sounds even vaguely sexy when his mouth has gone dry and his brain is buzzing with the useless static of arousal, so. he decides to seize the upper hand in another way, settling himself down far enough to take the head of ignis' dick into his mouth with a little mm for emphasis. ]

[ Wordless or not, it's an incredibly effective way to take back control. Noct's mouth closes around him, hot and wet, and he sounds so pleased to have it there that Ignis moans in answer. He tangles his fingers further in Noct's hair, stroking through the silky mess of it and counting the breaths until the urge to simply push in is under control. ]

That's good, [ he says, and there's something breathless about it, almost surprised. Possibly more at himself than anything; he's never been pushy about this, never even requested it before, but something about the tone Noctis has set makes it feel right. He keeps one steadying hand on Noct's shoulder, but moves the other to his face, thumb swiping underneath his own cock to rub against Noct's lower lip. ] Gods, Noct.

[ it's normally ignis doing this, which means that noctis hasn't had much practice at it, but. he knows what he likes when ignis does it to him, and he figures it can't be that hard to try things the other way around.

and besides, the way ignis is responding to it is more than enough of a reward for his efforts.

so he wraps his fingers around the base of ignis' cock and gives him a little squeeze, pulling back enough to be able to lap at the slit at the head of ignis' cock. and then he takes him back into his mouth again, suckling lazily around the head of ignis' dick and flicking his eyes upwards to watch his reaction. ]

[ Ignis's measured breathing almost becomes a wheeze when Noct's tongue works its magic, but it's not enough to make him tear his eyes away or to stop his quiet hum of appreciation at the sight of Noctis slipping him back into his mouth, or looking up at him in a way that makes him twitch. His thumb drifts down, stroking softly at the warm, delicate underside of Noct's chin, the sensation of Noct's mouth and hand on him enough to make him want to close his eyes and give over to it - if not for everything else he wants to do.

But it is very good. When he speaks his voice is low and heavy. ]

That's wonderful, [ not a word of a lie, not even if there's a slightly ulterior motive for the praise. ] Can you take a little more?

[ it's strange how being praised for something like this ends up having such an effect on him; his neglected dick gives another little throb between his legs and he has to fist his free hand into the bedsheets to keep from reaching down and touching himself. it's also tempting to just do as he's told right away, but.

why waste his advantage? ]

Maybe. [ close enough for his lips to brush against ignis' dick with every word, a pantomime of little kisses. and even like this, in a position that should be so submissive, noctis still manages to look like the cat with the canary. ] If you ask me nicely enough.

[ And in that moment, Ignis Scientia realizes he's a goner. The sensation of Noct's lips brushing against his sensitive, needy cock sends little twinges through him, and he knows Noctis could ask him for anything and he'd give it. His voice comes low, feeling as if it's curling up out of his chest, dragging all of his need with it. Noctis sai he likes to think of Ignis thinking of him, so... ]

Please, Noct. Let me in. Make it so next time I'm trapped at a boardroom table all I can think of is your beautiful mouth. So I can't leave until I'm the last person in the room, and I'll be worthless for the rest of the day unless I can get to you.

[ oh.

well, fuck.

noctis had liked to imagine himself having an upper hand here, but... to be honest, he isn't all that upset about being proven wrong if the proof was going to come like that. the wave of lust that goes through him is immediate and intense, blazing all the way down into a nearly unbearable pressure between his legs. he wants to touch himself, wants ignis to touch him, but not nearly as much as he wants to make ignis come even further undone, so.

one fluid motion is all it takes to give ignis a shove back onto the mattress, prowling over him like a coeurl after its prey. and there's no coy hesitation this time -- when he dips his head, he takes ignis as far into his mouth as he can, wrapping his fingers around the lower half with another firm squeeze. and he sucks greedily around him, lashes fluttering half-closed as if he's enjoying a particularly delectable treat. ]

[Being thrown back against the bed makes him gasp in pleased surprise, shocking the breath out of him when his back hits the mattress. And then Noctis is on him, swift and sure, sucking at him harder than he'd expected but somehow perfect. His hips hitch involuntarily, making him grateful for Noct's hand providing a barrier to keep him from making an ass of himself and thrusting straight into Noct's mouth. He's always considered himself someone who hates losing control, but this - oh.

He props himself up on an elbow, giving himself a better view and moaning outright at the sight before him. His fingers slip into Noct's hair again, petting and coaxing. ]
Noct, I - aah -

[ noctis groans a low noise back at him in answer, lashes fluttering almost shut as ignis work back into his hair. he still might not have the same relish for the act that ignis always seems to, but the way ignis is reacting to him makes it easy to see the appeal -- it's a rare thing to see ignis lose his composure, and the idea that noctis is the one responsible is enough to drive him half-crazy with want.

so there's nothing gentle or slow about the way he moves -- when he sucks around ignis' cock, it's with a clear sort of greed. and he isn't practiced at this, but that doesn't stop him from wanting to push ignis as much as he can, so. he tries to lower his head a little further, work out the trick to fitting more of ignis in his mouth without choking. ]

[ Noctis inches his mouth down, and Ignis drops his head back and moans. The heat and pressure of that relelntless sucking sends waves of pleasure through him, enough that when he feels Noctis working him in further it doesn't even occur to him to give the kinds of warnings he might usually have expected of himself - to be careful, to go slowly, not to feel like he has to. This determination is one of the things he loves most about Noctis, and to have it brought to into play in this way is intoxicating. It's almost too good, but he can't bear to end the pure indulgence of it just yet.

His breathing is heavy, punctuated by little gasps of pleasure, and he curls a leg around Noctis in thoughtless reflex, needing to feel him closer. ]

[ noctis makes another low sound in response to the way ignis curls a leg around him, starting a slow rhythm of working his head back and forth on ignis' dick. being able to get these kinds of reactions out of the other man is something absolutely intoxicating -- it's a struggle not to reach down between his own legs to touch himself, because he's so turned on that it hurts.

but he wants to do his best to focus on ignis -- he wants ignis to feel good, to make the other man come absolutely undone. so instead, he uses his free hand to knead gently at one of ignis' inner thighs, almost like he's coaxing him. trying to push him closer to that edge, wanting to see him lose every bit of that carefully maintained control. ]

[ There can be no more glowing testament to just how good a job Noctis is doing of making Ignis come undone than the fact that he has, at this precise moment, entirely forgotten his cunning plan with the mirror. The hand in Noct's hair tenses, pulling for a careless moment before Ignis remembers himself and shifts it to fist in the bedding instead, and the thigh under Noct's hand trembles with the effort not to buck upwards into the maddening heat of Noct's mouth.

He feels wound tight,heat boiling in his belly as he presses his head back against the bedding, and it's all he can do to rasp out a breathless warning before his climax hits - inescapable, now, but he at least has the presence of mind to give Noctis the opportunity to remove his mouth. ]

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