but if you try sometimes you might find

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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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[ 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.

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[ 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. ]

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[ 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. ]

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[ 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. ]

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[ 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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[ 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.

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[ 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. ]

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[ 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.

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[ 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. ]

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[ 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. ]

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[ 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. ]

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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?

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[ 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.

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[ 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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[ it's not nearly as satisfying as having ignis inside of him, but it's still good. better than fingers, and it stretches him open in a way that pulls another ragged moan out of him even as he turns his head back into the pillow. ignis' hands are both out of reach, but noctis fumbles clumsily for him anyway -- ends up clutching at one of the other man's knees just for some sort of connection, to make up for some of what's lacking. when ignis usually presses into him like this, he's close, a heavy heat against noct's back, kisses pressed to the nape of his neck, so this is --

different.

but still good, which is the important thing here. he shifts a little on his knees, licking his lips, and then: ] ... you can't just stop.

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[ Well, that went about as well as he could have hoped, and Ignis laughs quietly . ]

My apologies, Highness.

[ Still warm, rich as molten chocolate, but when he feels Noct reaching for his knee he gets the message clearly enough to press in close as he slowly draws the plug out before pressing it in again. It's not enough, though -- Noctis reaching for him sparking an almost urgent need to be close to him, and with the little control clasped tight in one hand he moves away from behind Noct, laying on the bed and reaching to pull him in close. ]

Come here?

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[ the slow slide of the plug inside him is all it takes to pull another one of those keening sounds out of noctis all over again, eyes squeezing shut and nails digging little crescents of pressure into ignis' skin.

but the feeling of the other man shifting away on the bed is enough to make him blink his eyes open again, brow furrowing as he works to focus. maybe it's fortunate that they know each other so well, or that what ignis is offering matches up so closely with what noctis already wants -- the other man extends his arms in invitation, and there's no hesitation at all before noctis works his way into them. face to face, chest to chest, tangling his legs with ignis and even still reaching up to clutch at him. wanting to hold and be held, spoiled because it's always what ignis offers him when they make love. ]

Ignis. [ it's a sigh of endearment and relief all in one, even as he tucks himself closer. ]

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Mm. That's better.

[ It is, the feeling of Noct's smaller body pressed close and warm. Where he should be. He's almost shocked at how much of a relief it is to be able to wrap his arms around Noct, to bury his face in to the silken mess of Noct's hair and press a kiss to his temple.

And that is comforting enough that he's confident in thumbing the remote on to the lowest setting with one hand as the other comes up to cradle the back of Noct's head. ]

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[ the sensation startles a sharp fuck out of him before he can even think to hold it back, spine arching as if in response to some electric shock and fingers scrabbling for a better grip against ignis' skin. the vibrations aren't that strong, but that hardly seems to matter when it's pressed against that particular spot inside him -- already teased to sensitivity by ignis' fingers.

he tucks his face into the crook of ignis' neck and whines another (almost helpless) noise, rutting his hips up against the flat plane of the other man's stomach in some instinctual search for friction. ] Ignis, ah --

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[ The force of Noct's reaction is strong enough that Ignis is briefly worried - a concern thankfully dispelled by the sensation of Noctis grinding against his stomach and the following sound. A good kind of shock, then. He threads his fingers into Noct's hair, valiantly attempting to concentrate on that instead of the way all Noct's wriggling around puts his thigh in close contact with Ignis' own erection.

It doesn't work. His breath hitches and all his carefully cultivated control falls away, pressing into that touch. Somehow in planning all of this he forgot how much he always wants Noctis, overlooked the fact that being so close would leave him feeling near-desperate for him. With Noct's face tucked against his neck it's easy to tuck his face into his hair and stifle his cries there. ]

Beautiful, you're so beautiful -- Noct, I love you --

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[ he groans again at the feeling of ignis pressing against his thigh, a fresh thrill of heat going through him at the confirmation that all this is affecting ignis, too. but it only serves to make the itch in him grow that much wilder -- to have ignis so close and yet still not giving him what he really wants is a thrill and a torment, especially when just breathing in the scent of the other man's skin is enough to make him dizzy with what.

and honestly? all this fevered rutting isn't exactly helping, either. it's why noctis bothers to collect himself long enough to press an arm down between them until he can take them both in hand, shifting a little to make the grip more comfortable. his own cock is still slick with spit and dribbling beads of precome, so it's an easy thing to just rock his hips forward and fuck into his own fist, and he moans against ignis' shoulder at the hot slide of skin against skin. ]Ignis -- more, gimme more, c'mon --

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[ The moment Noct's warm hand wraps firmly around the both of them, Ignis is a lost cause. The feeling of his grip and of Noct's dick sliding slickly against his own, even the wet sound of the motion has Ignis grasping at Noct, panting against his skin. After admiring Noctis for what feel like hours the friction is so welcome it feels as if the sensation carries right through to his fingertips, and for a few moments all he can do is buck into Noct's grip to chase that feeling.

It's an unacceptable delay, then, until what Noctis is saying registers. That brings Ignis back to himself enough to push the setting up, though the intensity of feeling means he fumbles it slightly and skips ahead. Well, waste not want not. ]

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[ honestly, noctis wasn't even entirely sure what he had been asking for, but --

well, ignis definitely didn't leave him hanging.

the vibrations pitch sharply upwards and noctis is powerless to stifle the little wail that escapes in response, even though he tries to stifle it by biting down on ignis' shoulder. his climax hits him so suddenly and with so much force that it almost feels like it's been punched out of him, stars dazzling behind his tight-shut eyes and his entire body buzzing from the near-overload of sensation. ]

Ignis, Ignis, fuck, please -- [ all just mindless babble, mouthed breathlessly against the other man's skin. ]

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[ Because Ignis has dedicated first his working and now his personal life to Noctis, he'd like to have been able to say his reaction was instant. That he immediately switched the plug off and bundled Noctis in close with a soothing murmur of shh, I'm here, I love you.

Instead there's a delay as the added slickness in Noct's grip makes it almost too easy to press into it a few more times, and the sharp burn of Noct's teeth in his shoulder sends another wave of heat through him. It's only then that he fumbles the controller off, though he does then drop it in favour of holding Noctis close and rolling him so that Noct is draped over his body, leaving both of Ignis' hands free to stroke tenderly over him. He presses kisses against Noct's skin, dusting them over everywhere he can reach to put them -

and then he realizes that he's failed rather splendidly with regard to just how long he'd hoped to drag this out. Foolish, to think he could resist Noctis when he's like this. Well, that's going to get filed neatly under "things Noctis doesn't need to know". ]

Shall I take that as the royal seal of approval for our new toy?

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[ thankfully, ignis is completely off the hook. noctis is so splendidly wrung out after that orgasm that he couldn't have said for sure whether the little interlude afterwards lasted for seconds or hours or years, and he has to come back up from the depths of his fog almost like he's waking up from a nap. and it's a wonderful way to come back to himself -- ignis' hands stroking tenderly over his skin, warm kisses pressed here and there like constellations of their own, and the soothing rumble of ignis' voice up from where their chests are pressed together.

... but he's not quite back to the point of being fully coherent, yet. ]

Nnnh. [ pushing his face against ignis' chest. give him a minute, systems rebooting. ]