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but if you try sometimes you might find

[ Ignis is aware that his role is very much to ensure that Noctis has what he needs, not what he wants. It’s a distinction that’s become increasingly useful now that they’re romantically involved. It’s important that there are clear lines drawn between Ignis Scientia, chamberlain and advisor to the prince, and Ignis, Noct’s boyfriend. As chamberlain he makes sure that Noctis makes it to his appointments and attends all the official meetings and functions that make Noctis so uncomfortable, and as boyfriend Ignis can take him home afterwards and help him unwind from the stress of Being The Prince with a favourite meal, cuddles and a film on the couch, or slow kisses and gentle touches until all the pressure-induced tension bleeds out of him. It’s a wonderful thing, and Ignis treasures it.

Today, however, it seems that Noctis has other ideas. The prince has the day off; the advisor does not, with back-to-back meetings until early evening which will then leave him a stack of reports he’ll have to go through, weeding out the insignificances and anything that can be bumped down the food chain until he can present Noctis with only those matters that warrant his royal attention. The battle had begun almost as soon as he awoke, when he tried to get out of bed. Noctis, he has learned, does not need to be awake to object violently to Ignis attempting to leave his side. The prince had made a low sound of disapproval and latched onto Ignis with the tenacity of a barnacle, and when Ignis’ attempt to extract himself actually woke Noct up, he’d sent his hand directly for Ignis’ dick with an expression that sat worryingly between cross and smug.

Ignis had been five minutes late for his first meeting of the day, pleading car trouble in lieu of disclosing that he’d only manged to escape by putting Noctis back to sleep with an early-morning blowjob. An effective one, it seems, because it was ten-thirty before Ignis received the first text complaining of his absence. He’d apologised and reminded Noct of his meetings, and received a stream of texts in response that began at telling Ignis he was missed, journeyed through asking him to come home and ordering him to come home, and eventually culminated with a four second video of Noct’s bare torso, stomach muscles tensed, his arm nearly a blur of movement in front of him.

It is a good thing that Ignis learned early on never to open any type of media file from Noctis in the presence of anyone else.

He manages to wrap up earlier than expected, the sun just beginning to set as he leaves for the day. It’s plenty of time for him to formulate a plan to teach Noctis the value of patience, and he makes a detour on his way home via a little store he knows of that is classy, discreet, and a goldmine for anyone with a mind for tactics and a filthy imagination. Nothing too advanced, of course; they’ve not done much that required anything more than their own bodies and the occasional creative use of a necktie before, after all. This restraint is in no way sufficient to prevent him from wearing a tiny, devious smile as he lets himself into Noct’s apartment that evening, laptop case and paperwork in one hand and subtle black bag in the other.

Tonight, Ignis the boyfriend is going to set aside what Noctis wants in favour of what he so clearly needs. ]

Evening.

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[ the oil is simple and safe, something they've almost done before. most of the physical therapy regimen he'd required after his childhood injury isn't necessary now that he's an adult, but there are times when his knee still bothers him -- and gladio's training sessions normally end with him in a mess of aches and pains, potions or not. so there have been times when ignis has drawn him into the bedroom and worked the knots of tension out of his muscles with a massage, gently stripping away clothing as he works his way through the muscle groups until noctis is a loose-limbed, purring lump of satisfaction. and plenty of those sessions have ended with the two of them making love, slow and easy and tender, as if it's the last step needed to wring every ounce of tension out of noctis.

... but the plug and the cuffs are something different, and the moment ignis closes his hand around the toy and turns it on, the color on noctis' cheeks darkens into a genuine flush. he's never used something like this, not even on himself, but it's not too hard to imagine what it might feel like, pressed deep inside him and throbbing --

he realizes his mouth has fallen open slightly, and promptly snaps it shut, clearing his throat. ] That, uh. Sounds fine, I guess.

Just fine? If you want it, I'd like to hear you say it.

[ And thought he pitches his voice low and silky, that's about more than flirting. In honesty, the only thing that's given him pause over this whole scenario is the idea that Noctis might go along with it because Ignis wants it; it's no secret between them that Noctis craves praise. He wants to be sure it's the experience that Noctis wants and not the approval before they proceed. ]

[ the sound of ignis' voice when it's pitched like that is almost as powerful as a physical touch, leaving goosebumps along his skin and making him shiver. still, the request takes him a moment -- not because he doesn't want it, but... well. it's always been harder to articulate his desires when he's not already caught up in the moment. shyness tangles the words together in the back of his throat, and it takes him another hard swallow before he trusts himself to speak. ]

... I want it. [ ignis' hand is still clasped around his, and that makes it easy for him to rub the pad of his thumb up along the outside of the other man's hand. it makes up for the way he can't quite meet ignis' eyes, cheeks burning and gaze stuck somewhere around the other man's left shoulder. ] I... want to try it.

[ It's a good thing Noct isn't looking at Ignis' face, really. He'd sworn to himself he wouldn't get carried away at the sound of Noct accepting it, not wanting to create some sort of situation where he might even accidentally, subconsciously teach Noct that saying yes to things = praise. But for all his conviction that he won't say good or, more dangerously, good boy, he can't keep the please look off his face. Instead he settles for - ]

Lucky me.

[ and pulls Noct forward into a kiss that's both slow and considerably deeper than the ones they've shared so far this evening. ]

[ he's immensely relieved that the kiss keeps him from having to admit to anything else, and that's more than enough for him to throw himself into it with abandon. so he curls the fingers of both hands into ignis' shirt to tug him closer, immediately giving himself over to it. ]

[ Now that's the kind of agreement Ignis can't possibly say no to, and he takes a few luxurious moments just to enjoy it - the feeling of Noct's hands in the fabric of his shirt, the warmth of his body, the gentle slide of their tongues. Wonderful, so wonderful that he almost regrets pulling away. But there's massage oil to be used and one extremely attractive young man to use it on, so Ignis starts to unbutton his shirt with a slow but meaningful pace. Noctis got a head start in the nudity stakes, after all. ]

We'll start simply, shall we?

[ he breathes out an almost helpless noise of complaint as ignis pulls away, unwilling to let go of his shirt even as the other man starts unbuttoning it. ... which turns out to be in his favor, because it gives him the perfect opportunity to start pushing the fabric off the other man's shoulders as he works the buttons loose. ]

Y'know... a year or so ago, if someone had tried to tell me that you go to sex shops, I never would've believed them.

[ That prompts another little smile, and Ignis shrugs out of the shirt as Noctis pushes at it. Once it's gone he takes one of Noct's hands, settles it back on his chest as he starts to work his own belt free. ]

A year or so ago you would have been right not to. Not that I'd never purchased anything for my own entertainment, but I was much more the online order and brown paper packaging sort. You've made me more confident, I suppose.

[ And, ironically, a lot less willing to wait for delivery. ]

[ he snorts at that one, punctuating it with a little shake of his head. ]

I never would've believed you shopped around for it online, either. [ and he splays his hand comfortably back over ignis' chest as he's directed, stroking fondly over his skin. it's always felt both intimate and soothing just to be able to touch him like this -- to feel the warmth of his skin, to trace the planes of muscle knitted underneath.

... although. ] ... you've really used stuff on yourself like this before?

[ what a mental image. ]

Certainly. [ There's a degree of bluster in that; as confident as he's trying to sound, his cheeks are shading pink as he speaks. Partly just at admitting it, but partly because the use of said items had accompanied thoughts of Noctis. He clears his throat, drops his belt to the floor and reaches for the hem of Noct's shirt. ]

If, for some reason, you ever find the second drawer in my bedside table unlocked, you should be aware that most of what's in there has been in me at one point or another.

[ in response, he gives ignis' hands a playful swat, extending his leg to put it in ignis' lap instead. wasn't patience the word of the day? if so, it hardly seems fitting to let ignis unwrap his present all at once.

... also, he's making a mental note to rummage through the second drawer of ignis' bedside table as soon as possible. ]

So... [ pressing the point a little further. ] Did you ever use them and think about me?

[ Ignis isn't the one supposed to be learning a lesson here! Still, it's only fair, and instead he moves his hands to Noct's leg, smoothing over the skin and tracing looping little patterns there. He does so fairly intently; this is largely because his blush is progressing, shading the tips of his ears red. ]

As a matter of fact, I did. I spent many a lonely night fighting not to say your name aloud.

[ he'd have to be an idiot to say the confession is a surprising one, especially after ignis has told him the scope of his feelings for him, but... still, it doesn't lessen the impact of hearing ignis say it. heat blooms up from the pit of his stomach, and his mind is instantly filled with the thought of ignis squirming on his bed, touching himself, gasping around the sound of noctis' name --

oh.

he breaks eye contact abruptly, clearing his throat and trying to ignore the way he can feel the heat pouring into his cheeks all over again. ] ... guess it's a good thing this place is soundproofed, huh?

[ nudging at ignis' thigh with his foot. ] Now you don't have to worry about trying to keep quiet.

Ah.

[ Well, they're both blushing now, but... that's okay. He nudges Noctis right back, a little push against his hip. ]

I don't think anyone could fairly accuse me of being the loud one.

I like it, though. Hearing you, not having to worry if someone hears me. Being able to say your name aloud, after... oh, years. Years of thinking about you.

I'm not lo --

[ and then a pause, the color on his cheeks darkening as he considers the truth of that statement. ] ... I'm not that loud.

I still don't know why you waited so long to tell me. [ even though he does understand, really. (even though he could say the same about himself.) ] Just think of all that missed time you gotta make up to me now.

[ They both know, and so he doesn't address it - it's nicer, somehow. to play along with the fiction of it. The thought that they could have been together for years, that neither of them in their not-always-easy teenage moods would have ruined everything, that making his feeling for Noctis plain when they first emerged wouldn't have resulted in him delicately being assigned elsewhere. Instead he smiles, lets his hand coast a little further up Noct's leg so it rests on his thigh, his thumb brushing softly against delicate skin. ]

A challenge indeed. One I'm rather enjoying, so far.

[ he huffs out a little laugh, but it comes out hitched as ignis slides a hand a little further up his thigh. in response, he shifts his leg a little, as if he's inviting that touch higher. ]

I was thinking it was more like a punishment. [ teasing, of course, and the crooked grin is proof enough. ] Figures that you'd enjoy it.

Would you like to punish me?

[ It's said with a light lift in his voice, a humorously raised eyebrow, because Ignis knows as well as Noctis does that the most adventurous Noctis generally gets is riding him. Not that it's a disappointment in any way; Ignis loves the way they fit together, loves the way their bodies fall into a rhythm that brings pleasure to them both. It's easy, and while articles about keeping the spark alive generally suggest that easy is bad he loves the intimacy of the way they know each other. The way he knows just how to touch Noctis, the way Noctis can pull him over the edge almost by will alone. If Noctis wanted to punish him - well, chances are he'd enjoy that just as well. For now, he lets his hand drift high enough that the brushing of his thumb coasts up under the hem of Noct's boxers, and leans in for a kiss. ]

The simplest way would be to deny me what I want the most. Which, of course, is you.

[ the question makes his breath hitch, lashes fluttering as ignis leans in to steal a kiss off his mouth. it's a novel idea, but what really makes the blood in his veins heat is the easy way ignis offers it up to him -- as if all he needs to do is ask to have the other man drop to his knees.

but. ]

Then I wouldn't get to have you. [ shifting his leg a little, inviting those wandering fingers higher. ] How's that supposed to be fun?

How lucky I am.

[ It's the kind of thing that should be a joke, given the context. But he means it, means every word, and lets it come through in the molten-chocolate tone of his voice. And blessed with Noct's grace, who is he to deny an invitation? He shifts his hand slowly, slowly, fingertips tracing over the shape of Noct under his boxers until he can rest the warmth of his palm there and apply the faintest hint of pressure. Watching Noctis like this is an indulgence he can't deny himself - the flutter of his long lashes, the way his lips part at the promise of pleasure. He's beautiful, and Ignis is the luckiest man alive. ]

[ it's impossible to be anything but entirely distracted by the hand ignis has on his dick, and whatever clever remark he might have come up with is lost to a little groan at that teasing press of pressure. he's always been too impatient to win when it comes to a game of playing coy -- as it is now, it's hard enough to resist grabbing ignis' wrist and pushing his own hips forward, chasing that teasing touch until it becomes something much more substantial.

instead, he just reaches up to pull ignis back to him and into another kiss, this one greedier and far less fleeting. want is starting to bleed over into everything; he feels the fire of it starting to bubble and itch underneath his skin, hungry for something that he knows ignis can provide. ]

Beautiful.

[ Muffled, of course, against the press of Noct's mouth before Ignis gives in to the urgent want of it. The press of their mouths, the slick slip of their tongues, and he relishes the grip Noctis has on him. He's come a long way in their time together, no longer finds himself freezing up and wondering whether it's a dream or a mistake, whether it's allowed, but he will never stop marveling at the signs that Noctis wants him just as much as he wants Noctis, or that the fierce and consuming heat of his love burns in both of them. It's enough to make him forget himself momentarily and press more decisively with that hand, shifting against the firm heat under cloth - but not so much that he doesn't then try to press his apparent advantage, his hands wandering up again to the waist of Noct's boxers and start to ease them down. ]

Embarrassing.

[ even if it's nothing more than a gasp between traded kisses, any intended inflection in the word stolen by the breathlessness of his voice. sometimes he's almost overwhelmed by how much he wants ignis -- they've been together for as long as he can remember, and yet this relationship between them has added a fresh twist to the easy rhythm of their familiarity. and it's like noctis can never get enough of being this close, even --

... even if he has to put up with ignis calling him beautiful or lovely or perfect.

that firm press against his dick makes him groan an eager noise into the other man's mouth, fingers scrabbling for a grip at the nape of ignis' neck. it helps that lifting his hips into the touch also makes it easier for ignis to tug his boxers down and away -- any bit of fabric is already starting to feel frustratingly constricting, especially when all he wants to do is press himself up against ignis, skin against skin. ]

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[ That's much better, and Ignis takes the opportunity to pull Noctis into his lap. He's too impatient for the feel of him to spend much time relishing the promised spectacle of Noctis dressed only in one of his own shirts, peeling that away too so that Noctis is nude an warm against him. He can't help laughing at the mumble protest, though, even as his lips trace their way down the pale and elegant stretch of his lover's neck. ]

You'll just have to bear it, I'm afraid. I don't see myself growing used to it any time soon.

[ there once was a time, not long into their relationship, when the idea of being completely naked like this might have made him shy away. not because there wasn't anything ignis hadn't seen, but... in this new context? everything felt different, and it was harder to quiet the little flutters of anxiety that wondered if ignis might've been looking for something different, or might be repulsed by the sight of his scar, or --

but, as it turned out, ignis made it impossible to hold onto those worries.

from the very first moment, he was reverently adoring of every inch of noctis, overflowing with murmured praise and admiring looks. and it's not like noctis will probably (ever) be able to claim the kind of brash confidence in his own sex appeal that gladio has, he definitely knows that ignis loves what he sees. and really, isn't that what's most important here?

so now he settles himself into ignis' lap as if he was meant to be here, draping his arms around the other man's shoulders and nearly purring his contentment as he tips his chin up to better receive those trailing kisses. ]

What about when I'm old and wrinkly? [ like he doesn't already know ignis would probably spend hours kissing every wrinkle and declaring them the loveliest wrinkles he's ever seen, the sap. ]

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