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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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. ]

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[ Hopefully Noctis is basking deep enough in the afterglow to miss the way Ignis laughs at that, something quiet that bubbles up from deep in his chest to (unfortunately) jostle Noct a little where he's draped over him. It's a sweet thing, to have Noctis like this; boneless and happy, his trust in Ignis complete and apparent in the way he goes almost liquid against him. Sweet enough that Ignis' own dick seems a less pressingly urgent matter than it did a minute ago. Which is probably for th best, all things considered. ]

Noct. [ Full of affection. So much he feels as though he might burst, his love a pressure under his ribs that is far greater than the weight of Noct pressed there. Enough to buoy him up no matter what. ] My love.

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[ noctis does catch on to the fact that he's being laughed at, and it's enough to make him huff a little noise of mild complaint into the other man's shoulder. but it's also impossible to miss all the open and earnest adoration in ignis' tone, so... noctis decides to hold off on doling out any royal punishments. for now! ]

You can't do that to a guy and then laugh at him afterwards. [ with a little nip at ignis' collarbone. ] Bully.

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Well. I've been called a lot of things in my time, but never a bully. An evening full of new experiences, it seems.

[ And if there was any doubt about how completely and utterly not sorry he is about it, that should be dispersed by the amusement in his voice. And, he hopes, balanced out by the way he continues stroking over Noct's skin, one hand coming up to card through his hair. ]

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Maybe not to your face.

[ but he shifts a little, turning his head enough to be able to trail lazy kisses up the other man's throat. ] Trust me, there were a few nights with vegetables and extra homework assignments where it really fit.

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[ This is all terribly unfair. Vegetables are good for you, and Noct may not delight in his homework but he's excelling in is classes! Still, it's hard to protest overmuch with Noct's mouth moving over his throat that way. Ignis sighs, tips his head back to show his appreciation - and hopefully encourage more. ]

Perhaps I should start trying to live up to my new title.

[ There's no excuse for it. Temporary madness, perhaps, brought on by how well Noctis seems to have enjoyed things. He may have to see if that will hold up in a court of Noct, because the hand that's gently stroking over Noct's back steals further down and -- just as gently, but very cheekily - presses briefly at the base of the plug, where it's still tucked snugly inside Noct. ]

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[ a very elegant snort. ]

That's not exactly what --

[ and then ignis, damn him, presses that plug inwards again. it's brief enough, but he's still achingly sensitive, and even that teasing little rub against his prostrate is enough to drag a ragged groan out of him. ] Fuck...

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That, as they say, [ and there's no mistaking the tone of Ignis' voice here, the smugness threaded through every syllable ] is what I thought.

[ But he does at least bring his hand back up to rub little circles over Noct's lower back, ducking his head to press a warm kiss against Noct's temple. ]

How are you feeling?

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[ he really needs to do something about all that smugness in ignis' voice. and he will! ... in a minute. ]

Good... [ it's half-muffled into the side of ignis' throat, voice still heavy with the warm notes of afterglow. ] Really good...

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I'm glad.

[ It's a completely pointless thing to say. By now Ignis is reasonably sure that Noctis is well aware that the only thing Ignis enjoys more than making Noctis happy is making him happy via sex. On the other hand, he doesn't think he'll ever tire of letting Noct know that -- it's like I love you. Before they were together, Ignis would probably have fallen into the camp that believed you could say it too much, diminish its power through overuse. Now he thinks it's just possible he'll never say it enough. ]

Can you find it in your heart to forgive me for my tardiness?

[ That's in a lighter tone than his thoughts might suggest, largely because if the response isn't a variation on not yet he may need to reassess just how well he knows the love of his life after all. ]

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[ honestly, if noctis leaned into the feeling, he could almost definitely fall asleep like this. afterglow always puts him in the mood for a nap, and the feeling is nearly irresistible when he's wrapped up snugly in the warmth of ignis' arms.

but! there's an important reason to push sleep off for a bit, and the teasing question that ignis poses him is reminder enough. so noctis sits halfway up, propping himself up on his elbow and looking down at the other man with a little gleam in his eyes. ]

No way. [ kings are supposed to be merciful, but noctis isn't required to be a king with ignis. ] You haven't even given me what I really want.

[ and, just in case there's any doubt what he's referring to, he reaches right on down to wrap his fingers around ignis' dick and give him a firm squeeze. ]

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[ Noctis wraps strong, warm fingers around Ignis' cock and Ignis moans, his eyes falling closed with a flutter. Noct's touch from before and the desperately arousing way Noct had reacted to the plug have Ignis keyed up enough that bluffing his way through this is a cause absolutely lost, and it's... somewhat satisfying to just give over to it. He rocks his his forward into Noct's grip just a little, laughing quietly at himself. ]

And here I thought I was the one supposed to be teaching you a lesson.