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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[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.

[linkstrike]

[ 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. ]