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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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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 --

[ His mouth is still pressed against Noct when he laughs quietly at that, but he steals only a few more moment for himself before he pulls away as directed. ]

So demanding.

[ Considering that he's already told Noctis he intends to teach him patience, that should come off chiding. Instead it's a warm thing, full of affection as he trails his hand up over the curve of Noct's spine. And that's when Noct will hear those sounds he was expecting -- the soft rumple of the fabric as he moves, the click of the top of the lube bottle opening. When he presses his fingers against Noct it's a light thing, gentle and tracing. Teasing, if he's honest, though he's careful to slowly press one finger in before Noctis feels too hard done by. His own dick is a heavy, aching thing, but it's worth it for the way Noct reacts to him. ]

I'm supposed to be making you wait, you know.

[ maybe he should feel chastised, but really? noctis mostly just feels smug, like the cat with the cream, because he knows the sound of getting what he wants. it's the kind of satisfaction that keeps him from protesting when ignis lingers over him with those fleeting little touches, even though his breath hitches whenever ignis touches him in almost the right way and makes his stomach flutter with anticipation.

still, the sound he makes when ignis finally presses a finger inwards is a gratified one, lashes fluttering heavily against his cheekbones. it's still not enough, but it's a promise of things to come, and it feels good. ]

You did make me wait. All day.

[ and he rocks his hips back into ignis' hand and hums another one of those gratified noises, enjoying the way the molten feeling at the pit of his belly shifts in response to the touch. ] I thought if I teased you enough, you wouldn't be able to stop yourself from coming home, and --

[ the fantasy is still there, still close enough to make his dick twitch as he calls it back to mind. but instead of reaching down to touch himself, he wraps his fingers around ignis' wrist -- keeps him there as he rolls his hips back onto him with a hitching sigh, making sure that ignis can't pull away and turn the touch into something more insubstantial. ] You'd probably fuss at me, but you'd want me so bad, just like I wanted you. And you'd -- right up against the door --

[ the sentence falls away into nothing as he angles his hips just so, gets ignis' finger to graze that spot inside him that's aching so badly for attention. it's why the rest of what he might've been about to say falls away into a moan, a fine shiver running through the tensed muscles of his thighs. ]

[ Oh, beautiful, wanton thing. Noctis holds his hand in place, rides his touch, and for a moment Ignis forgets to breathe. It comes back to him in a gasp, knocked into him by the sight of that little shiver --

and with all his intentions temporarily forgotten, he pressed a second slick finger in, obediently rubs over where Noctis wants him most. ]

I thought about it. About dropping everything and coming back to you. Laying you out on the kitchen counter. I spent a lot of time sitting at my desk wishing you were sitting on it, so I could just swallow you down.

[ his own attempts at it are nothing compared to ignis deliberately stroking him there, and his next breath gets knocked out of him in another desperate little cry. it's good, and he rocks himself shamelessly back against it and invites more with every greedy inch of himself. ]

I wanted you to -- I needed --

[ so much, and it tumbles together and tangles until he can't find the words for any of it. he remembers (very clearly) the image of ignis that he'd dreamt up for himself -- flushed and clearly pressed to the edge of his composure, clothes slightly rumpled and glasses askew as if he'd jogged up all the flights of stairs just to get to noctis that much faster. trying his best to be stern when he'd told noctis about the meetings he'd abandoned, but with a voice that's already going low and husky with want --

it's a Very Good fantasy. ]

[ It's probably not quite what Noctis is aiming for (or if Ignis was thinking more clearly he'd suspect that maybe it is, that maybe Noctis is laying the foundations to ensure that next time he contacts Ignis in the middle of the working day Ignis flies straight home), but there's a little frond of guilt that unfurls in Ignis at that, aching under the arch of his ribs. Noctis needed him and he wasn't there, he as good as abandoned him -

but even through the haze of building need, Ignis can recognize that nobody has died of having their wants untended for a few hours, and Noctis is hardly likely to be the first. So he just strokes again, dips his head to press a kiss low on Noct's back instead of apologizing and promising to be better. ]

I'll make it up to you, love.

[ It may me a good thing for Ignis that Noctis can't see him reaching for the plug as he says it. ]

[ he moans all over again as ignis strokes that spot inside him, fingers squeezing around the fistful of sheets he's clutching as that feeling thrills up his spine. even this is starting to edge on that not enough feeling, the need inside him twisting itself into something molten.

he's been patient, hasn't he? at least, ignis isn't already fucking him, even though that's what noctis wants, so. ]

Lesson learned? [ breathless, hopeful. he's clearly mastered this patience thing. ]

Mine? [ Even feeling guilty, he can't keep the amusement out of his voice. ] I think so.

But you've earned a little something too, I believe

[ And with one little parting press, he slips his fingers free just long enough to slick the plug with lube before he holds it where his fingers have been. It's a good size, hopefully enough to forestall any complaints -- though not quite as big as Ignis himself, of course. There's such a thing as pride. Still, he pauses before he presses it home. This is new for them. ]

Alright?

[ a little something doesn't sound like the answer he was hoping for, and his brow is furrowing even before ignis pulls his fingers free. but that loss is enough to make him whine again, hips already trying to rock backwards to find --

and then, oh.

noctis pauses for a moment, props himself up on one elbow and twists around to see for himself. he's halfway tempted to shake his head and demand ignis instead -- he knows ignis would abandon this game at an instant if noctis really asked him to, but... he's curious. and while it doesn't exactly take precedence over the shimmering fog of heat clouding up his skull, this seems like enough of a satisfaction to tempt him.

so he settles back down with a nod. it's a new thing, but it's also ignis. ] I trust you.

[ He's promised himself he wouldn't put any pressure on Noctis about this, but there's no disguising the little smile on his face at Noct's acceptance. He's curious too, about how Noct will react, about how he'll be, and there's a warm thread of excitement humming through him at the thought of another way to bring Noct pleasure.

That excitement doesn't stop him from going slowly, laying another kiss against Noct's back as he presses the plug in with a gentle slide. Tempting as it to reach for the remote and turn it on right away he waits for reaction, giving Noctis time to adjust or protest - or, hopefully, to demand more. ]

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