[ 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. ]
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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. ]