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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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[ 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. ]

[ Noctis choosing to forego the act of actually opening his mouth and verbalizing the complaint doesn't in any way mean that Ignis doesn't get it; the huff, the little whine in his voice when he presses up against that trail of kisses, and Ignis laughs quietly against his skin. ]

Oh?

[ And for all his talk about patience he follows up by taking Noctis in hand again, a few slow strokes bridging the time it takes for his mouth to make its way from the taut plane of Noct's stomach (unfair, considering the way he eats, but lovely nonetheless) down to where Ignis can lick a slow, wet line up the length of Noct's dick, finishing the motion by curling his tongue warmly against the head. The thing is, he's relatively sure that the more teasing he does now the thinner Noct's patience will be later -- and that would rather defeat the point. ]

[ it's impossible to stifle a little sigh of relief as ignis takes him in hand again, but the sound quickly erodes into another low whine as the other man dips low enough to use his mouth against him. almost instantly, noctis twists restlessly against the sheets beneath them, the flush on his cheeks darkening as he squeezes his eyes shut and turns his head away. that embarrassed little prickle teases over the surface of his skin again, as if every inch of him is hyperaware of the places where ignis is looking, and --

well. it's embarrassing how quickly ignis can reduce him down to this, that's all. and while he'd like to let himself off the hook and say that it's only because of how long ignis kept him waiting earlier, he knows damn well that isn't the case. ignis has always had an uncanny ability to undo him with the simplest of measures -- a touch, a kiss, sometimes just a word. and it's a struggle just to keep himself from arching up and saying please, from ending the little game that ignis had proposed and just begging to be satisfied. ]

[ Not that begging would do Noct any good, at this point. He's beautiful like this, all flushed and needy with those sweetly hoarse little sounds of want breaking free no matter how determined Noctis may be not to say anything. So Ignis takes his time, the attention he pays to Noct's dick more of a slow exploration than he usually permits himself. He strokes slowly, tongue tracing firm little circles until he can just feel that it's too much (or more to the point, too little), that Noctis is about to protest, and only then does he take his prince fully into his mouth with a little hum of pleasure, like Noct is an exquisite treat he's been saving for a special moment.

Which he rather is, if Ignis is honest with himself, but this isn't that moment. Still, there's no sense in prioritizing him plan over enjoying himself. Eyes closed, then, lashes fluttering as they fall shut to allow him to focus solely on the sounds Noctis makes and the solid heat of Noct in his mouth. ]

[ it feels a little bit like fishing, actually.

(which is something noctis is way too smart to say out loud, because he's not about to give ignis an opening to make a quip about his rod.)

but he recognizes it, or maybe he's just so desperate to distract himself from the indulgent way ignis is tonguing at his cock that his brain is drawing connections that aren't even there. it's in the way ignis responds to the tension in him -- easing up and giving in when noctis feels himself winding up to some inner breaking point, and then building the tension back up artfully once noctis feels his muscles starting to unwind. ignis is reading him like noctis has learned to read a fishing line, and that's...

... kind of hot? (fuck, maybe he's overdoing it on fishing magazines.)

but before he can puzzle out the thought any further, ignis makes an indulgent little noise around him and takes him all the way into his mouth, and every single coherent thing in noctis' head sizzles out. he doesn't even have time to register the way he's reaching down to fist a hand into ignis' hair before he's doing it, and there's no helping the greedy little hitch upwards of his hips into the other man's mouth. he wants to say ignis or please or maybe just fuck, but all that spills out of him is a low moan, free of any real attempt at syllables. ]

[ Oh. Oh.

Noctis is generally so careful with Ignis that any time he slips this way it's a sign of a job well done, and normally that would be enough to send a bolt of warmth through Ignis. Tonight, though -- it's something about the anticipation of what's to come and the confirmation of how much Noct wants him, maybe, or just the fact that every suggestive text message Noctis had sent had pushed Ignis a little further into needing him -- Noctis bunches his hand tight in Ignis' hair and presses up greedily into his mouth, and Ignis gives a moan of pure pleasure.

It is also, unfortunately, something of a warning sign. It's always clear when Noct's playing at being rough because he knows just how much those rare instances undo Ignis rather than forgetting himself. This isn't that, and it's with a sense of extreme regret that Ignis draws back, leaving him with a feeling of loss that he's sure Noct will have no sympathy for whatsoever. He rubs at the bony rise of Noct's hip apologetically, his voice low and thick when he speaks. ]

Turn over.

[ ignis moans around him, and noctis can't help but gasp, a stuttering little noise spilling out of him as his hips try to chase that sound. the other man's mouth is hot and wet and perfect all around him, and it's --

and then ignis is pulling away so quickly that noctis can feel his stomach drop with the sudden loss of sensation. and he can't help but whine, his hand left to fist around the sheets when he loses his grip on ignis' hair. ignis had promised him a lesson, and maybe that shouldn't make this surprising, but it's hard to reason with his dick on a good day and absolutely impossible when he's hard as hell and still wet from ignis' mouth.

it's fortunate that turn over comes with a certain amount of promise, because it's the only thing that keeps him from complaining outright. still, there's a slight furrow in his brow and a little huff that escapes him as he wriggles and uses an elbow to roll himself over, already starting to try to push himself up onto his hands and knees. ]

You're not playing fair.

[ Honestly, Ignis expected more pushback on that request. But Noctis obeys, and pushes himself up into a position that will make things very much easier, and all of that combined with the little complaint earns a soft chuckle. ]

I never promised I would.

[ Even if there's a part of him that would like to just suck Noctis off and cuddle him. He's certainly not going to admit that now, and just repositions himself between Noct's legs and does his best to stem any further protest by setting about the always -enjoyable task of eating Noctis out. He's merciful in this, at least; no teasing , just a quick and affectionate kiss pressed to one pale buttock before he sets his tongue to work. Giving Noctis what he wants and feeling him drape warmly over him afterward is a delight, but the thought of taking him gently to pieces before tenderly putting him back together again is too enticing to resist. ]

[ honestly, given the raw edge he'd heard in ignis' voice when he'd said turn over, noctis had been expecting the familiar sound of ignis thumbing open the bottle of lube and then the smooth slide of fingers. so the fond kiss against his skin doesn't give him the proper time needed to recalibrate before ignis' mouth is suddenly against him again. and that first firm swipe of his tongue is enough to startle a little cry out of noctis, an elbow buckling beneath him as the physical shock of pleasure crests through him.

he's aching there, in a way that's built up all day and that only ignis seems to know how to properly soothe, and each touch shudders through him with little shockwaves. there's no real hope of stifling the noises ignis is dragging out of him, but at least the pillow helps to stifle them -- he turns to bury his face into it, clutching at a fistful of sheets like it'll help to ground him. ]

[ That sound is incredibly rewarding. So too is the way Noctis crumples down towards the bed, and the ultimate result is Ignis grasping Noct firmly by the hips and doubling down on the action, the slick swipe of his tongue edging into slow inward curls almost immediately.

Ignis is aware he's very near infamous for having more things than one would think humanly possible on his mind at any given time. This has never really been the case as concerns Noctis, who has been capable of occupying Ignis' complete attention for longer than Ignis would care to admit. It's easy, then, for it to feel like the entire world has narrowed down to this moment, to the two of them; the feeling of Noctis under his hands and against his tongue, the sounds Noctis tries to bury in the pillow, the warmth of his own breath - quick with lust - pluming off Noct's skin and back against his face. He lets one hand slide from Noct's hip and drift under his body - and then, perhaps aggravatingly but at least not intentionally so - steal up to Noct's chest until warm fingertips find a nipple to rub into firmness. ]

[ he's only half-aware of the little mewling sounds he's muffling into the pillow, entirely too far lost to the feeling to worry about being self-conscious. it's satisfying and it isn't all at once -- each warm swipe of ignis' tongue teases at nerve endings that sing at the feeling, but it also makes him ache and itch for something more. something deeper, something able to hit every spot inside of him that ignis knows, and noctis is greedy for it. the idea of patience has been banished back into the realm of foreign concepts; he's rocking his hips back against the other man's mouth in eager little rolls, almost like he's trying to ride his tongue.

and the feeling of ignis' fingers at his nipple is enough to make him gasp another sound, breath hitching and fingers gripping helplessly at the sheets. it's too much and not enough in equal measures, but every problem tumbles back to the same solution. ] Ignis --

[ and he doesn't even care how wrecked he sounds; ignis is the one who did it to him, he can deal with it. ] Need more, c'mon, I --

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i don't have the icon viewer add-on for this accursed pc so please enjoy random icon time

accursed? name it ardyn

ARDYN IT IS

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