[ And Noctis fits against him all the damn time, pliant under Ignis' attentions out of habit, and he ends up liking it too much to really care. Lines have been blurred for as long as he remembers, but far be it for the king to enforce them. Ignis is a comforting presence by him, and it's easy to lapse into what they were before, little touches and standing a little too close, sometimes a hand briefly resting on the small of his back before he reminds himself that they have to keep a distance from each other.
He can't, it's even more difficult to stay away, to not want him, and the constant reminders wears him down enough not to pay much attention to it anymore, and if Ignis doesn't say anything about it, it's okay, right?
Even now, too, when Ignis shifts under him and he musters up a little smile when he notices the extent of his thoughtfulness. The strap goes, and he has to resist the power urge to nose against his chest. It's dark, they're close, and it's not like the other two will notice, right? But he has to respect what they've agreed on no matter how difficult it is, and he tugs on the blanket to share it with him as well. Ignis must be feeling chilly too, right?
Pulling his legs close to his body, he's just a maneuver away from practically spilling into Ignis' lap when the blanket is draped on the both of them. ]
Mm. That's all right.
[ The king isn't complaining, not when Ignis feels so good pressed against him. His hand coming to rest on Ignis' knee absently, he watches the screen. ] You okay with it, Iggy?
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He can't, it's even more difficult to stay away, to not want him, and the constant reminders wears him down enough not to pay much attention to it anymore, and if Ignis doesn't say anything about it, it's okay, right?
Even now, too, when Ignis shifts under him and he musters up a little smile when he notices the extent of his thoughtfulness. The strap goes, and he has to resist the power urge to nose against his chest. It's dark, they're close, and it's not like the other two will notice, right? But he has to respect what they've agreed on no matter how difficult it is, and he tugs on the blanket to share it with him as well. Ignis must be feeling chilly too, right?
Pulling his legs close to his body, he's just a maneuver away from practically spilling into Ignis' lap when the blanket is draped on the both of them. ]
Mm. That's all right.
[ The king isn't complaining, not when Ignis feels so good pressed against him. His hand coming to rest on Ignis' knee absently, he watches the screen. ] You okay with it, Iggy?