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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[ 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.

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You already did.

[ and there's a decidedly impish cast to his grin as he reaches over for the discarded bottle of lube with his free hand, thumbing at the slit of ignis' cock with the other. ] My turn.

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[ Is the sudden twitch of Ignis' cock due to the slick drag of Noct's thumb, or what he says? We'll never know, but what we do know is that Ignis' eyes darken and his lips part around the pink press of his tongue before he swallows, heavily, and smiles. ]

I'm not sure if that's promising or terrifying.

[ Both, it's both. ]