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[ 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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[ 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. ]

[ Noctis permits the shuffling, shifting to allow Ignis to do as he pleases, and Ignis sighs at the simple warmth in the gesture, the openness of it. He remembers when Noctis would fling his clothes off at the merest suggestion that's where things were heading rather than let Ignis undress him, remembers figuring out that it wasn't any particular confidence that inspired him to do so but rather the opposite; as if he was certain Ignis would find something wrong and that if he sped up the process then it would at least be on his own terms. It's glorious to have him like this, instead. ]

I'll be older, [ he says, shifting the path of his mouth until he can place a warm, open-mouthed kiss over the dip of Noct's collarbones. He lifts his face then, watching Noct with a light of laughter and adoration dancing in his eyes before he presses another little kiss against Noct's beauty mark. ] As for wrinklier, I suppose that will come down to whether skincare wins out over good genes.

[ the snort of laughter that follows isn't exactly the world's sexiest sound, but it bursts out of him before he's able to bite it back properly. but he steals a kiss back anyway, lips pressed fleetingly to the corner of ignis' mouth. almost teasing, pulling away again before ignis can turn his head and kiss him properly. ]

So... that stuff you put all over your face every night is just to one-up me when we get older? [ punctuated with a playful little tweak to one of ignis' nipples. ] Figures.

[ The tweak may be playful, but having a lapful of nude Noctis is certainly enough to lend a little charge to the sensation and make Ignis hum a low note of approval in the back of his throat. He places one of his own hands over the hand Noct has at is chest, warm even as his voice slides into the particular tone of serious that few but Noctis understand indicates he's joking. ]

You were present for my battle with puberty, Noct. You know that to cede my skin any ground is to invite a massacre.

And I admit I cling to the hope that if I'm diligent about it, you'll keep me around.

I thought you were cute back then.

[ and there's still the telltale signs of amusement in his voice, but... well. ignis' hand is reason enough to leave his own where it is, so he lingers there -- thumb tracing lazy little circles around ignis' nipple until it pebbles up into a little bud. ] You totally pulled the braces off.

Kind of you to say, Noct.

[ It's supposed to be joking, but the movement of Noct's thumb over that sensitive flesh has Ignis arching into the touch just slightly, and he threads his fingers through the dark silk of Noct's hair before letting his hand sweep down, broad and warm. ]

Though we should perhaps be thankful I didn't need them any longer than I did. If you'll forgive the crass turn of phrase, I imagine the stress of trying to keep them out of the way during a blowjob would have taken all the fun out of it.

[ he likes the way ignis arches into his touch, and it prompts an unconscious lick of his lips as his eyes follow the motion. as fun as this banter back and forth is, really, it wasn't too long ago that ignis had a hand on his dick, and he's already starting to itch to find a way to get things back in that direction.

... leading by following, maybe?

which is why he shifts enough to give himself some room, then unceremoniously thrusts a hand down into ignis' lap and takes his dick firmly in hand. that gesture is followed by a firm stroke, fingers squeezing around him. ]

Nothing stopping us now, though. Right?

[ Well that's sudden, but precise enough that when Ignis laughs it's a sound that starts out as a sort of husky wheeze, half-choked into a groan of pleasure. He presses into that touch, too, though he's not so caught up in it he misses the hint. ]

Nothing at all.

[ And so he wraps his hand about Noct's dick in answer, matching the pace of his stroking to the movement of Noct's hand. There's a curious sort of appeal to it; having Noct like this, being able to watch his expression. The feeling of Noct hard and heavy against his palm a pleasure in its own right, bleeding into the pleasure of Noct's hand moving over him. He wants to kiss Noctis, but wants to enjoy this moment, too - finds himself wetting his lips but staying just where he is, eyes moving hungrily over Noct's face. ]

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[ well. he's still shy enough for such an intense focus to make him squirm, which is why he ducks his head to trail kisses along ignis' jaw. and this angle lets him flick a look downwards at where ignis has him in hand -- there's something about the sight of the other man's long, elegant fingers wrapped around his dick that always sends a little thrill through him, and this time proves no different.

but! while this is great, his interest is still plenty piqued by what ignis offered earlier, so... perhaps a little egging on is in order. he nips at his advisor's earlobe playfully, close enough for his breath to stir the strands of hair near ignis' ear as he speaks. ] Tell me this isn't way better than a meeting, Specs.

[ Ignis can't help the little hum of approval that curls out of him when Noctis kisses over his neck. He probably could help figuring out just where the angle of Noct's head has him looking, and moving his hand accordingly - slowing the motions into something a little tighter, more exaggerated, letting his thumb curl lazily over the head at the top of the stroke - but what would be the fun in that?

He chuckles, too, when Noctis speaks against his ear. He knows he's being egged on, but it's charming, really. He lets his hand slow to a halt, walks his fingers up to Noct's chest. ]

Oh, by far. I imagine it could be better still.

[ And with that he's shifting, moving to press Noct down against the bed. Better access for, one thing, and a wonderful view in the moments he takes to admire him before he follows, leaning over Noct's body to mouth a trail of kisses down over his chest and stomach. ]

[ ignis moving his hand wasn't exactly the reaction noctis was going for, and there's an impatient little huff in response. there's an ache left behind in the wake of the other man's touch, one so strong that he's almost tempted to let go of ignis in order to --

and then the other man takes the choice right away from him, pressing noctis down onto the bed and forcing him to let go regardless. ... but it's hard to complain when ignis is trailing kisses over his skin, so noctis simply arches up into his mouth with a little plainative noise and lets that say everything for him. ]

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