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 It doesn't seem like so very long ago that Noctis was sullen and withdrawn, hiding so much of himself behind a facade of detachment, and seeing Noctis relaxed, or animated, or flushed with pleasure has an effect on Ignis that he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

[ the warning is sharp and short, but it still gives noctis more than enough time to pull his mouth away.

... except he doesn't, keeping himself right where he is and working ignis through his orgasm with another one of those pleased little mms. the taste isn't exactly what he'd call a favorite, but this isn't about him. and that's why he sits up and makes sure to meet ignis' eyes before he swallows pointedly.

it's obvious that he's pleased with himself, sitting back on his haunches and licking his lips like a cat with the cream. ]

[ The ultimate effect of having Noctis stay right where he is is that when Ignis comes it's with a little mewl of pleasure, helpless and unexpected (to him, at least). And when Noctis catches his eye before making a little display of swallowing, the breath Ignis didn't know he was holding escapes him in a little sigh. Everything about it feels warm and golden, the pleasure of it and his sheer surprised making him weak-limbed enough that it takes considerable effort to lift himself up and move to plant warm, thankful kisses against Noct's shoulder and neck. ]

Noct, [ and it's breathy, light with surprise and barely-concealed delight. ] That was... astonishing.

[ And he's clingy now, in the warmth of it. Hands skimming over Noct's body, an arm looping around his waist to hold him close as a jealously-guarded treasure. ]

[ he's always liked being praised, and the warm sense of satisfaction is enough to keep him from immediately trying to take the edge off his own arousal. instead, he gently butts his head into ignis' shoulder like an affectionate housecat, cuddling closer in a silent sort of encouragement for the way ignis loops an arm around him and draws him closer. ]

What can I say? [ because he is feeling particularly full of himself. ] I'm full of surprises.

You certainly are.

[ and that too is warm and pleased. There's always been a part of him that struggles with the idea of Noctis doing something just to please him (in matters of the bedroom, specifically - if Noctis decided to eat broccoli simply to make Ignis happy there's a reasonable chance he'd propose on the spot, appearances be damned), but Noctis sounds so pleased with himself that it's impossible to fret. Instead he trails a line of kisses along Noct's jaw and a slower one at his mouth, entirely unconcerned with the taste of himself there, and lowers a hand between them to curl warm fingers around Noct's dick. ]

Let's make sure that doesn't go unrewarded.

[ he can't help the little moan that escapes him when ignis wraps his fingers around his dick, hips hitching forward in a helpless little motion. already, he's so hard that just the simplest of touches is enough to make him dizzy -- and in his head, there's still the decadent soundtrack of all those noises ignis was making for him, raw and utterly uncomposed.

so he breaks away from the kiss just so that he can bury his face in ignis' shoulder instead, squeezing his eyes shut as if that'll be enough to help cut down on some of this stimulation and delay the inevitable. otherwise, he's going to embarrass himself by coming in a matter of seconds, and his pride would never let him live that one down. ]

Oh?

[ And he's recovered just enough from that frankly mindblowing orgasm to want to check in, gently lifting Noct's face to watch his expression - though his hand, it must be said, doesn't release its hold on his cock. The look on Noct's face has him exhaling in quiet admiration, and is just enough to remind him of his original purpose here. ]

Look at you. I'll remember this.

[ And with that he moves both hands to Noct's hips to steer him until he's facing towards the mirror, shifting until he's behind him, chest pressed close against Noct's back. His hand skims down over Noct's chest and stomach, eyes on his face in the reflection. ]

Don't tell me you're coming over all shy now.

[ it's not that he's shy. ... or, if he had a little more presence of mind to argue, that's what he'd try insisting. but sometimes being the focus of ignis' intent and reverent attention is just too much, especially when he's almost positive that he's making some kind of weird and embarrassing sexface.

but he's distracted from that thought when ignis lets go of his dick without warning, all intelligent protests melting away into a needy whine. after all, in his highly esteemed opinion on etiquette, it's terribly ungentlemanly of ignis to not at least give him the courtesy of a handjob, especially after --

... oh. he'd forgotten all about that mirror.

and his mind and body almost immediately disagree on the subject; already he's trying to twist back around into ignis and hide his face again, but the idea that ignis went out and found a mirror to (presumably) debauch noctis in front of is enough to make his dick twitch with another helpless surge of arousal. fuck. ]

Ah.

[ It's a little warning noise, inappropriately close to the sort of sound Ignis makes when he catches Noctis transferring his vegetables to Ignis' plate, and accompanied by a little push of his shoulder to keep Noctis facing forward. But the chastisement comes with encouragement as he takes Noct's dick in hand again and thumbs gently over the head. ]

Have you any idea how hard it is to control myself around you when I've seen you like this? To walk beside you in the citadel and say "yes, Highness" when all I want -

[ his mouth his close by Noct's ear, warm breath against his skin as he shifts his hand to stroke slowly and firmly along the length of his dick ]

is to undress you and put my hands on you, and make you look like this?

[ this is unfair.

he's too turned on to fuss properly about this, and ignis must know that, because he promptly starts murmuring into noctis' ear with a voice that's as smooth and sinful as dark chocolate. and noctis can't squirm away with the way that ignis is pressed up against him, and even squeezing his eyes shut is no real relief when ignis is touching him and talking to him like this. ]

I -- [ and his voice breaks around another little gasp as ignis strokes him, shuddering down the length of his spine. ] I-Ignis, you --

You, Noct. It's you. You're beautiful, and the best thing that's ever happened to me.

[ His hand is still moving, slower than he knows Noctis prefers but firm, skating the edge between giving him what he needs and teasing. He buries a kiss behind Noct's ear, breathing him in. ]

But right now, you look like a little slut.

[ the words hit him like an electric shock, knocking his next breath out of him in a sharp exhale. and it's more reflex than anything else that has him opening his eyes -- there's a part of his brain that can't reconcile the word slut with ignis' voice, but.

it's impossible not to see himself in the mirror, as big as it is. and the sight in front of him is enough to make him flush all over again -- his cock is hard and leaking in ignis' hand, hips twitching forward helplessly as if he's trying to fuck ignis' fist. his lips are still slightly swollen and kiss-bruised, his cheeks are painted with a blush, and his eyes are dark and heavy-lidded with something that's impossible to mistake as anything but want. ]

I -- [ his breath hitches, lashes fluttering and words catching in his throat. ... but when in doubt, he's always defaulted to being a smartass, so. ] ... then why don't you treat me like one, already?

[ with a purposeful backwards press of his hips, trying to egg ignis into giving him what he wants. ]

[ That should be rather a lot to ask given how thoroughly Noctis had seen to Ignis' erection, but watching Noctis like this has started something stirring that is only encouraged by the sight of Noct looking at himself in the mirror. So Noctis presses back against him and Ignis responds by shoving him forward, trusting Noctis to catch himself of hands or elbows to leave him on all fours - or for his luxurious bed to break his fall, should he fail to. It's a matter of moments to retrieve the lubricant from the bedside table, and he slicks a still-cold dab of it against Noctis when the position leaves him exposed. Perhaps not treating someone like a slut in the manner most people might think of, but his failure to warm it the way he usually would is a statement that he hopes translates, at least. ]

So demanding. You might find you're more likely to get what you want if you ask nicely.

[ it'd be easy enough to catch himself before he falls forward, but noctis has a feeling that would disrupt the effect ignis was going for. so he allows himself to tumble down onto his elbows instead, spine curved into a bow that leaves his hips raised behind him.

... and, okay. cold lubricant probably isn't the most extreme way ignis could have interpreted the request, but. it's still enough to make noctis gasp a little sound of surprise, a shiver dancing up his spine and making him squirm. and really, the current note of authority is appealing enough; plenty of his fantasies have featured ignis lecturing him about something, which noctis has always just written off as some sort of weird self-defense mechanism to protect his brain from ignis' nagging.

still. two can play at this game. ]

Please, Ignis. [ and he spreads his knees a little wider on the bed and rocks his hips backwards a little, using the position to put himself on display. plus, there's a look over his shoulder that he's hoping is properly wanton -- it's pretty easy to go for, when he's still so hard it hurts. ] I need you.

I want to feel you inside me, I want you to fuck me.

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