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 It doesn't seem like so very long ago that Noctis was sullen and withdrawn, hiding so much of himself behind a facade of detachment, and seeing Noctis relaxed, or animated, or flushed with pleasure has an effect on Ignis that he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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[ As it happens, the request is entirely unnecessary - that extra little clench put Ignis right on the tipping point, and it's only a few more gentle thrusts until he does as he's told, hard enough that he feels the throb of it in his fingers and toes. It's certainly appreciated, though, and he manages to lean forward and press their mouths into a kiss before it turns into a moan that drags out into Noct's mouth. And his arms stay latched around Noctis all the way through, clinging desperately and possessively.

There's something absolutely, inescapably seductive about how willing Noctis has been to say what he wants - I want to see, I wanna feel you come - that adds a sharp intensity to everything, and by the time Ignis is spent he's dropped his face to Noct's shoulder, panting raggedly. ]

Mmph. [ Eloquent. He tries again. ] Gods, I'm lucky.

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[ the feeling of ignis hitting his own peak is enough to draw a pleased sigh out of noctis; it's permission enough to just let himself melt bonelessly into the other man, resting his forehead against ignis' temple and working to catch his own breath.

but the sentiment that follows is enough to make him laugh, tipping forward enough to press a kiss against the older man's cheek. ]

And you're not the one who got a booty call. [ teasing, just a little. ] I was worried it might be a prank. ... or some kind of Imperial kidnapping plot.

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[ Ah. That's rather sweet, if perhaps a suggestion that Ignis should make his want for Noctis move obvious, more often. He chuckles low, stroking his fingers over Noct's skin. ]

Oh, it is a kidnapping plot. I'm going to whisk you away and keep you all to myself. This is just me lulling you into a false sense of security.

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Like I wouldn't be totally fine with that.

[ it'd be nice, actually, if they lived in the sort of world where that was possible. if ignis could just take them both away from all their duties and obligations and roles that they're both expected to play -- if it could just be the two of them forever, utterly wrapped up in one another.

an impossible dream, but noctis will take what he can get. ] Just say the word, and I'm all yours.

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Hm.

[ It's not something they talk about. How things might be, if Noctis wasn't royalty and they were free to simply live their lives as they wanted. And it's certainly not the time to get into all that and make them both sad, not when they're feeling so good, but it does give him an idea.

There's not a tremendous amount of wilderness in Insomnia, but there's just enough towards the outer edges of the wall that cunning entrepreneurs have build quaint little cabins to let out to people who want the feeling of getting away from it all without giving up the wall's protection. It would be a simple enough matter to book one, perhaps one close to a river or a lake... ]

Your birthday's coming up. Perhaps I could kidnap you for a weekend. I don't think anyone would be overly concerned if you wanted to head out of the city for a few days, take the chance to do a little fishing. You could invite Prompto and Gladio, make an event of it. [ And, not coincidentally, avoid unwanted questions about the two of them taking off alone together. ] Although I'm sure they'd understand if we wanted to arrive a day early and settle in.

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[ he's all set to snuggle up drowsily against ignis in the hopes of an afternoon nap, but. the offer is enough to make him perk back up almost immediately, eyes wide and bright with clear excitement. ]

Really? You mean it?

[ and then he's sitting up and shifting just enough to be able to turn around until he's facing ignis, immediately throwing his arms around the older man and peppering his face with delighted little kisses. ] That'd be awesome!

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[ Well, if he hadn't meant it (and he very seldom says anything he doesn't mean on at least some level) the kisses would be enough to change his mind. He chases Noct's mouth for a moment until he can catch it with his own, take a kiss that's slower and deeper. A good plan deserves a little celebration, no? ]

I really mean it. Your schedule will need a little tinkering, but otherwise there shouldn't be an issue. It can hardly be considered risky if you have your chamberlain and your shield with you.

[ The technicalities should be easy enough to manage, but more to the point - ]

I like the thought of getting to spend some time out with you. It feels rather special.

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Has anyone ever told you that you're the world's best boyfriend?

[ bumping his forehead up gently against ignis', in the same affectionate way as a housecat. ] I'm getting you a trophy.

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Unnecessary.

[ Although being called the world's best boyfriend gives him a pleased little glow that makes him want to live up to it, so he scoots back up the bed and pulls Noctis with him when he lays down, draping the younger man's body over his own in a clear invitation to nap on him. ]

I already have all the reward I could possibly want.

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[ and he's more than happy to cuddle right up to him, even though they're both sticky and gross and in desperate need of a shower. but being close is the obvious priority -- he feels happy and warm and loved, and that feeling is radiating through him in sleepy waves of comfort. ]

Didn't know you scored a lifetime supply of Ebony. [ teasing, bumping his head underneath ignis' chin. ] Congrats, Specs.

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[ For his part, Ignis is perfectly happy to stay right where he is, stinking gently until Noctis decides it's time to move. He has to admit that Noct's good for him; even as a child he was fussy, though being uptight came a lot later. Noctis helps him let go of those tenser personality quirks. He can lay here, sweaty and messy, and enjoy their close affection rather than fussing about getting into the shower and changing the bedding. Time for all of that later. For now he's perfectly content to stroke his fingers through Noct's hair and enjoy the afterglow, the gentle weight of his body.

It does not, however, escape his notice that Noctis has just dodged another compliment. He smiles, though it's not at the joke. Perhaps the mirror needs to stay a while longer. ]