[ Of the many half-baked, ludicrous answers that Noctis had been entertaining in his head -- each and every one so pointedly not Ignis that it had been a futile endeavor to even consider it -- he hadn't been expecting that.
Which is stupid, because this is such a fundamental, powerful part of Ignis; an immense, obvious answer hiding in plain sight. He opens up to the kiss when Ignis grips him, a testament to his love for him that he doesn't ask why, only simply opens up and presses his tongue back to his, stepping into his circle as he meets him halfway, laving at the rupture of his emotion, raw and potent and overwhelming.
Ignis is a storm, rough and fierce and passionate, the truth of his words rendering Noctis speechless for a moment, taken aback. Of course. Of course. Ignis jealousy of the firefighters, while a big part of it, had not been the main part. It goes deeper than that, right to the day they had first met and Ignis had been his only friend. His oldest, only friend until Prompto came alone, and even if Ignis has Noctis' heart, some things don't die easily.
Not that Noctis can't commiserate, if his blistering opinion of Ignis' past perceived fancies is any indication. Noctis, who quietly hates when something takes Ignis away from him, understands with full clarity. There is no censure to be dispensed when the kiss ends, and Noctis looks hazy for a moment, just a moment, licking his lips as if chasing the warmth of his kiss, wanting it to have lasted just a little longer. ]
I'm sorry. [ He says at last, apology given freely in the face of Ignis' truth, laid out before him, plain and simple, and he closes the distance between them, daubs of water on his forearms where Ignis' hold had been. ] You know I never want to be without you. [ His love, his light; the idea of Ignis languishing without him makes his heart ache, and when he kisses him back again, it's infinitely more gentle. ]
I'll take you with me the next time we go ghost hunting in an abandoned mine shaft. Or anywhere else. [ Noctis murmurs against his lips, his arm creeping to curl around his waist. ] Does this mean you want us to be reckless together?
[ Because the truth's ridiculous, when pettiness itself is one great big pretense for the longing that roils and roils in him. He's just marking time once Noct's drawn back at last, mystified. All he needs to do is just look at Ignis in earnest to see how jealousy devours him. Venting his frustrations on the dishes with punishing severity is brainless logic; ceramic can only take so much pressure before it'll crack, just like him, snapping out retorts that brutalize the silence that follows in its wake. He's just asking for the slap that inexplicably doesn't come seeking him out when Noctis's fingers cinch around him instead, angled just shy of his belt.
Brandishing all the discontent a jilted lover can possess with a sudsy sponge in one hand, Ignis sighs, a quiet echo against his ribs. ]
Don't apologize, Noct. I was far too rash.
[ Should've just left Ignis to stew over coffee stains once he'd chewed him out then make a bid at penitence. But it's that painful susceptibility to competition in him (as if he'd love Noctis any less, even with another man in the arrangement) that's riling its head now. The fear of inadequacy, rearing to bite. The ensuing kiss is all the more visceral for it, a soft contrast to his envy, and all the tension of the moment ruptures before gentleness.
Dealt with this sleight of hand, Ignis returns the gesture in kind, after, leaning so his forehead rests on his shoulder, breathing taking up a hazy shape where the clean lines of Noctis's throat are exposed. ]
If you wouldn't terribly mind, I'd want to be with you the whole way through, harebrained scheme or none. [ Reckless or not, as long as he can walk in the steps of a king-to-be predisposed to courting his own destruction, anyhow. ] Though I'll settle for causing mayhem and anarchy by your side afterwards, if worse comes to worst. Whatever you set your sights upon.
[ Then they'll get jailed and have to rely on the likes of Gladio to bail them out of some cramped precinct cell, and thereafter never hear the end of it. ]
All I ask for is your happiness.
[ Leave him to fuss and tie himself into knots over Noct's safety in the meantime. Twenty-two years of bad habit won't resolve itself on just his prince's horribly enlivening say-so. ]
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Which is stupid, because this is such a fundamental, powerful part of Ignis; an immense, obvious answer hiding in plain sight. He opens up to the kiss when Ignis grips him, a testament to his love for him that he doesn't ask why, only simply opens up and presses his tongue back to his, stepping into his circle as he meets him halfway, laving at the rupture of his emotion, raw and potent and overwhelming.
Ignis is a storm, rough and fierce and passionate, the truth of his words rendering Noctis speechless for a moment, taken aback. Of course. Of course. Ignis jealousy of the firefighters, while a big part of it, had not been the main part. It goes deeper than that, right to the day they had first met and Ignis had been his only friend. His oldest, only friend until Prompto came alone, and even if Ignis has Noctis' heart, some things don't die easily.
Not that Noctis can't commiserate, if his blistering opinion of Ignis' past perceived fancies is any indication. Noctis, who quietly hates when something takes Ignis away from him, understands with full clarity. There is no censure to be dispensed when the kiss ends, and Noctis looks hazy for a moment, just a moment, licking his lips as if chasing the warmth of his kiss, wanting it to have lasted just a little longer. ]
I'm sorry. [ He says at last, apology given freely in the face of Ignis' truth, laid out before him, plain and simple, and he closes the distance between them, daubs of water on his forearms where Ignis' hold had been. ] You know I never want to be without you. [ His love, his light; the idea of Ignis languishing without him makes his heart ache, and when he kisses him back again, it's infinitely more gentle. ]
I'll take you with me the next time we go ghost hunting in an abandoned mine shaft. Or anywhere else. [ Noctis murmurs against his lips, his arm creeping to curl around his waist. ] Does this mean you want us to be reckless together?
[ Because that's really ridiculously romantic. ]
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Brandishing all the discontent a jilted lover can possess with a sudsy sponge in one hand, Ignis sighs, a quiet echo against his ribs. ]
Don't apologize, Noct. I was far too rash.
[ Should've just left Ignis to stew over coffee stains once he'd chewed him out then make a bid at penitence. But it's that painful susceptibility to competition in him (as if he'd love Noctis any less, even with another man in the arrangement) that's riling its head now. The fear of inadequacy, rearing to bite. The ensuing kiss is all the more visceral for it, a soft contrast to his envy, and all the tension of the moment ruptures before gentleness.
Dealt with this sleight of hand, Ignis returns the gesture in kind, after, leaning so his forehead rests on his shoulder, breathing taking up a hazy shape where the clean lines of Noctis's throat are exposed. ]
If you wouldn't terribly mind, I'd want to be with you the whole way through, harebrained scheme or none. [ Reckless or not, as long as he can walk in the steps of a king-to-be predisposed to courting his own destruction, anyhow. ] Though I'll settle for causing mayhem and anarchy by your side afterwards, if worse comes to worst. Whatever you set your sights upon.
[ Then they'll get jailed and have to rely on the likes of Gladio to bail them out of some cramped precinct cell, and thereafter never hear the end of it. ]
All I ask for is your happiness.
[ Leave him to fuss and tie himself into knots over Noct's safety in the meantime. Twenty-two years of bad habit won't resolve itself on just his prince's horribly enlivening say-so. ]