Now, if you will be my lover I will shiver and sing

[blindsider]

[ If only Noct was this determined about literally anything else.

The training room has cleared out, the last people to leave 20 minutes gone. Ignis makes a show of checking the clock, and while Noct's response is closer to “don't even think about it” than “please”, Ignis does have to admit they're at least closer than they had been. And it's so very difficult to deny Noct anything that he wants this badly, he might as well be doomed. There are obvious issues – their height and weight difference meaning they turn at different speeds, Ignis' longer legs putting him closer to the training dummy, ahead of Noct in a way that meant if Noct hadn't banished his weapon back to the armiger he'd have skewered Ignis. Ignis' conviction that this will have no practical use – a stationary object is one thing, but if they perfect the move today so that they can show it off tomorrow, there's every chance that Gladio will swat one or both of them away and leave them looking foolish. Or at least more foolish than they do practicing a technique that Ignis is fairly sure Noctis thought up via one of his video games. He's getting frustrated, that's undeniable. It's worth it, though, to see the determination in Noct's eyes, and if nothing else, it's a good workout.

And of course, it's when he stops thinking about it – when he drops his thoughts of mass and torque and is focusing just on Noctis, on how pleased he'll be if they get it right, that they do. Ignis cartwheels in and springs into a flip, all his calculations gone from his mind, and the next thing he knows Noctis has landed beside him, a near-feral look of triumph on his face as their weapons strike the dummy in perfect synchronicity. He's flush-cheeked and breathing hard, his smile happy and fierce, his eyes lit up with their success. Ignis might be fairly flush-cheeked himself, come to that. The sudden perfection of the strike fills him with a ferocious energy, a need to do something, and as his eyes travel over Noct he knows just what it is he wants to do.

The tip of his tongue darts out to wet his lip, the faintest flicker of pink as he steps closer to his prince. ]

Well.

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[ ... okay, so he may have thought this up via a video game.

but! it's cool, and with a few tweaks, noctis felt fairly confident that it might actually work in combat. it's flashy, sure, but most of the way ignis fights tends to be -- no amount of convincing is ever going to get noctis to believe that anyone needs to do that many back handsprings just for the sake of efficiency, so it's obvious that ignis appreciates a certain level of showmanship.

the only real problem with his plan? they've already been at this for hours, and they've spent far more time crashing into each other than they have actually landing successful hits on the practice dummy. ignis' stride and reach are both longer than his, which means their timing is almost always off -- more than a few times, noctis has managed to plant himself directly into the path of ignis' flip, which means he either gets kicked squarely in the jaw or they both go crashing to the floor in a frustrated tangle of limbs. ignis tries counting them both off out loud, but the timing is too razor-thin for it to really help, and noctis can feel the other man's confidence in being able to pull this off waning steadily. ignis keeps making a show of checking for the time, and noctis can practically see his internal clock buzzing with warnings about how long it'll take to have dinner on, for noctis to finish his economics report --

one more shot, then.

and this time, he doesn't bother with the count. instead, he reaches out for ignis with his magic, does his best to sync with him through that link that connects them. there's a moment where it feels like he's doing nothing but grasping at empty air, but -- then he feels it, and it's like the two of them click together like clockwork pieces. it's not exactly like following the rhythm that ignis sets, but more like knowing how his own fits into it, and...

the next thing he hears is the sound of their weapons biting into the practice dummy, perfectly in sync. ]

It worked. [ and the success has him almost giddy, still buzzing off that moment of perfect connection. the weapon in his hand disappears back into the armiger with a sound like shattering, and he turns back to ignis with a broad grin. ] I told you! I bet we could totally use that against Gla --

[ ... oh.

honestly, sometimes it's hard to tell what's reality and what's the product of his stupid hormone-addled imagination, but the way ignis is looking at him is enough to flood a wash of heat through his veins. and he's suddenly aware of how damn attractive ignis looks -- flushed and sweaty, hair rumpled in a way that noctis usually never sees unless the two of them have been --

huh. so ignis gets off on successful combos. good to know. ]

[blindsider]

[ It's not a product of Noct's hormone-addled imagination. This is all Ignis' hormone-addled imagination, the assessing look he gives Noct probably doing very little to hide the way he's picturing having him on the floor, right where they stand. He's worked up enough to take that one last step until he can fist his hand in the front of Noct's t-shirt and pull him in for a kiss, urgent and greedy. Completely shameless -- but present enough not to actually start pulling Noct's clothes off in the middle of the training room. The doors are mostly glass, for one thing. ]

You were right. Well done.

[ It's low, lower even than his usual register and all snaked through with sex. He can still feel the perfection of it, how in sync they'd been, and the brush of Noct's magic lingers with him like a teasing caress. ]

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[ honestly, he'd pull away to pinch himself, but that seems like a pretty rude thing to do when someone is kissing you. so, if this is some kind of wild sex dream, noctis resigns himself to making an embarrassing mess of his sheets and decides to just lean into it. the combination of magic and adrenaline still pumping through him is a heady aphrodisiac, and the way ignis kisses him (like he's trying to steal the last gasp of air right out of him) just dumps fuel all over the fire.

by the time ignis pulls away, noctis is dizzy and already half-hard, licking his lips and blinking as he tries to think of something... uh, sexy(?) to say.

fortunately, ignis beats him to the punch.

and there's something about being praised with that kind of voice that turns his blood to fire, whatever he was vaguely planning to say lost in the groan that escapes him instead. already, he's trying to drag ignis back down to him for another kiss, as demanding as it is eager. ]

[blindsider]

[ Ignis is more than willing to go with that, given that he only things he wants more than more kissing are really just more of the same in escalating levels of filth. So he's ducking his face back down to Noct's, eyes half-lidded and lips parted, when he pauses and flicks a glance toward the doors.

They could make out here, and they might be discovered or they might not, and sooner or later common sense would kick in and they'd wait until they were back at Noct's apartment.

Ignis doesn't want to wait.

So he straightens, plants a hand in the small of Noct's back and moves behind him as he takes Noct's wrist in the other, and steers him toward the locker room with extremely poorly-concealed urgency. It will at least mean they're not visible to anyone in the hallway who happens to glance in, and that's as much of a precaution as the rising heat in his blood and the rising front of his pants are willing to concede right now. ]

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[ it's really a shame that noctis has never been that great about big pictures. because all that computes right now is the fact that he wants to kiss ignis and ignis isn't kissing him, which just seems unreasonably cruel. so he whines an impatient noise, promptly using his free hand to drag ignis back down until he's able to claim his mouth with another heated kiss.

fortunately, he's still allowing himself to be herded in the general direction of the locker room, but unfortunately, attempting to kiss and walk at the same time is mostly just leading to a stumbling tangle of limbs. ]

[blindsider]

[ Ignis has retained just enough big-head thinking that he only submits to the stumble-kissing for a few steps. He feels his teeth bump against Noct's, a squash of lip between them, and it's enough to make him pull away and clear his throat. This is ridiculous, really. He should say something. Put them back on track, bring this nonsense to an end so they can shower and get home rather than committing an indecent act on the crown prince in the Citadel itself. ]

The sooner we're in there, the sooner I can undress you.

[ ...good effort. ]

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[ there's another one of those impatient whines as ignis pulls away again, followed by a frustrated little huff as he prepares to reach up to drag ignis back to him again. but --

...

oh.

that's a great point. ]

What the hell are you waiting for? [ says the person who was slowing them both down, before he grabs hold of ignis' wrist and promptly drags him off towards the locker room. ]

[blindsider]

[ Well, that was effective. He can't help laughing as Noctis hauls him to the locker room like it had been his idea all along, but he's not going to let that slow him down - as soon as they're inside he kicks the door closed behind himself and pushes Noctis up against it, crushing their mouths together with all the depth and heat the walking-stumbling-kissing from earlier hadn't quite allowed. This time, when he breaks the kiss, it's only for long enough to whisk Noct's shirt up over his head and drop it to the floor, pressing in close and wedging his thigh between Noct's legs. ]

That was incredible.

[ And immediately, back to the important business of kissing. ]

[linkstrike]

[ once they're inside the locker room, things are immediately more gratifying. even the way that ignis shoves him forcefully up against the door is enough to send a fresh thrill through his veins, and he fights himself impatiently free of his shirt just so that he can get back to the kissing part as soon as possible.

despite his tendency to trend towards stoic in most public situations, noctis as never thought of ignis as someone lacking in passion. but there's always been an element of control (up to a certain point), so to have that cast so suddenly away is as novel as it is thrilling. this isn't a careful, slow seduction -- this is a direct response to all the heat and adrenaline boiling over inside them both, and having ignis surrender to it is absolutely intoxicating. ]

Told ya so. [ which is about all he manages to get out before ignis seals their mouths together again. so he reaches up to tangle a hand in the hair at the back of the other man's head, pulling as he tightens his grip. and the invitation of ignis working a thigh between his legs is too much to resist; noctis grinds down against him with an eager groan, already stealing one hand up underneath the other man's shirt, greedy for as much contact as he can get. ]

[blindsider]

[ Ignis moans as Noct pulls at his hair, the tug of it sending heat spilling through him like a sip of fine whiskey on a cold day. He presses his thigh to meet the pressure of Noct grinding against it, runs a hand up over Noct's torso until he can tweak gently at one nipple. ]

Genius. I should never have doubted you.

[ It's faintly teasing, because the fact that it worked doesn't really alter the fact that it was a very outlandish idea. Hopefully the fact that he lowers his mouth to Noct's neck, suckling gently as his hands move to work the prince's pants open is enough of a distraction to prevent a sulk. ]

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[ his breath hitches up into a little gasp as ignis' fingers find his nipple, head dropping back against the door with a hollow thump to encourage the way the older man's mouth starts working down his throat.

and hey, he catches the note of amusement in ignis' acknowledgement, but it's hard to take any real offense. for one, he's currently being pressed up against a door and ravished by the most attractive man in eos, and for another? he was right. adapting a finisher from a video game is possible and cool. ]

So? [ trying his best to sound smug, mostly just succeeding in sounding out of breath and eager. ] What's my reward?

[ as if ignis wasn't making that obvious enough. ]

[blindsider]

You can't expect a reward every time you're right.

[ If people got rewards every time they were right, Ignis would have everything he wanted. Which, considering that he is currently in the process of getting literally everything he wants right now, holds about as much weight as saying such a thing while he's dropping to his knees in front of Noctis. He strips off his own shirt, grazes teeth over skin and sucks a little mark into pale flesh as he tugs Noct's pants down and away. ]

You know, some people would consider my admitting such as reward enough.

[ Which is of course why he takes Noctis in hand, giving him a few strokes as he presses another kiss into his skin and then takes him into his mouth almost immediately. He wants him, wants him with a desperate, simmering need that means he outright moans at the feeling of Noct's cock pressing against his tongue.

It puts a stop to his smart comments, at the very least. ]

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Why not?

[ it sounds like a perfectly reasonable give-and-take, actually. ignis is the one always fussing after perfection, so it only seems fitting that he should dole out the rewards -- and if there's a way for noctis to barter high test scores for kisses, he's damn well going to try and find it.

but he's distracted from that line of thinking when ignis tugs his pants down, his next exhale shuddering as his cock is suddenly freed from the pressure of his clothing. of course, that pleasure is reduced to nothing as ignis takes him in his hand, then his mouth; noctis is forced to bite down hard on his lower lip to stifle the noise that wants so desperately to escape, his hips hitching eagerly forward into that warm, waiting wetness. ]

Isn't this -- [ he swallows hard, fights back the next moan trying to escape him, and does his absolute best to sound as unaffected as one can possibly hope to sound with their dick in someone else's mouth. ] ... more like a reward for you?

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[ Ignis raises an eyebrow, and uses the hand that isn't currently making a tight loop of his fingers at the base of Noct's dick to gesture from where his mouth is to the now obvious and currently untouched bulge his erection is making in his pants. It occurs to him belatedly that his obvious reluctance to pull off might rather give the game away, so he presses forward against the hitch of Noct's hips. When he feels the pressure of the head of Noct's cock just barely nudging into his throat, he slides back until his mouth empties with a lewd pop and smiles with wet lips. ]

If you'd prefer me to sort myself out in the shower and head home, I'm sure I'll survive.

[ He's not remotely sure. He can barely think of anything worse, but there's no reason to let Noctis know that, is there?

If only he wasn't so certain that Noctis is well aware of that already. ]

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Fuck --

[ the feeling of the muscles of ignis' throat just barely teasing around the head of his dick is enough to send the whole world spinning, and he tightens the grip he has in ignis' hair as if that'll be enough to keep him standing. still! the same kind of bullheaded determination that just led to them perfecting that move serves him well here, and he thinks --

... well, he hopes he knows what ignis likes.

it takes a few gulps of air before he can get the cockiness back into his voice, pushing down the urge to just plead with ignis to take him into his mouth again, to touch him, to do anything. ]

You won't. [ and he drags ignis forward again with the hand in his hair, rubbing his spit-slick cock against ignis' cheek. ] I know how much you like doing this. Maybe I shouldn't let you have anymore until you admit it, huh?

[blindsider]

[ That hope is likely going to turn into certainty, because Ignis' attempt to play it cool is entirely lost to that suggestion. He's well aware that Noctis is about as likely to tell him he's not allowed to suck him off anymore as he is to sprout wings and declare himself an Astral, but it doesn't stop him from wanting to claim Noct back. His eyes flutter half-closed, and when Noctis rubs his dick against Ignis' cheek he leans into the press of it, lips parting as he turns his face toward it, his breath pluming hot against the base as he sighs. The feel of it, the slight burn of Noct's hand gripping his hair, the sound of his voice...

it's entirely hopeless.]

Yes.

[ wait ]

No, I do. I love it. I flatter myself that it's nice for both of us.

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[ it's really a shame that he doesn't have prompto's knack for pulling a camera out of nowhere, because just that expression is enough to make the heat at the pit of his belly knot tightly. his next attempt at speech ends up as nothing more than a stammer, and he's forced to bite down on the inside of his cheek just to get his composure back, but. ]

There you go. [ and the grip he has on ignis' hair shifts to petting, brushing his bangs back from his face and stroking fingertips along his scalp. ] And you did good for me today, so I'll let you have it.

But don't touch yourself. [ even as he pulls ignis closer again, guides himself back into that wonderfully willing mouth with a low groan. ] I don't want you to focus on anything but -- ... nngh, me.

[blindsider]

[ Ignis makes a noise in the back of his throat as Noctis pets at his hair, something embarrassingly close to purring. The combination of the way Noct speaks to him and the obvious want in his expression, the way he moves, is nearly too much for him.

The warning comes not a moment too soon, and he's right on the verge of shifting to trap his cock between his own thighs in an attempt to get a little friction. He stops as soon as Noctis says it, mouth open, his tongue out to offer a plush slide as Noct slips back in. He wouldn't know whether to make a smart remark about Noct's generosity or genuinely thank him; it's a relief to have to do neither, and he looks up at Noct with his eyes full of want as he curls his tongue against him.

Ignis spends an awful lot of time in the Citadel trying to seem respectable, so above reproach that it's the first instinct of people who outrank him to take him at his word. All of that would be undone if anyone walked in on this, Ignis on his knees before the prince, wanting and obedient and all but begging for his cock. And Ignis, raising his hand to cup Noct's ass and guide him forward, couldn't give less of a damn. ]