[ Ignis leans forward to take a delicate bite out of the plump strawberry, and in that moment everything else falls away: the hustle and bustle of the marketplace, the people moving past them, the others haggling with the vendor -- everything grinds to a muted halt when Ignis is all he sees.
It's sudden, inexplicable, how he's focused on the way those soft, full lips close around the fruit, and there is everything sensuous about the way the juice stains his lips red for the moment, and the pink flash of tongue as he licks them clean renders Noctis breathless.
Shit.
But then he's talking, and Noctis is barely cognizant of it, watching the way those words form but not registering the meaning of them, not when he's spellbound by that one impossibly alluring moment. ]
What? [ He asks distantly after a beat, staring at his lips, then at the half-eaten strawberry. ]
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It's sudden, inexplicable, how he's focused on the way those soft, full lips close around the fruit, and there is everything sensuous about the way the juice stains his lips red for the moment, and the pink flash of tongue as he licks them clean renders Noctis breathless.
Shit.
But then he's talking, and Noctis is barely cognizant of it, watching the way those words form but not registering the meaning of them, not when he's spellbound by that one impossibly alluring moment. ]
What? [ He asks distantly after a beat, staring at his lips, then at the half-eaten strawberry. ]