[ Ignis folds back one part of the blankets for him to settle under, both of them taking their respective sides of the bed once Ignis has changed and hung his own clothing up. It isn't...strange to get into bed with him again. The strange part, he thinks, comes from the fact that this is familiar. He knows how they liked to sleep, what's most comfortable, what they prefer. The strange part is figuring out what's appropriate, what's over the line.
That Noctis doesn't follow up is indication enough that something's off, too. Gingerly, Ignis rolls onto his side and presses his hand over Noctis' heart, tracing fingertips over his chest, the material of the shirt baggy, sliding with each stroke of his fingers. ]
If you're worried of my potential interest in anyone else, you should know that I don't have any.
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[ Ignis folds back one part of the blankets for him to settle under, both of them taking their respective sides of the bed once Ignis has changed and hung his own clothing up. It isn't...strange to get into bed with him again. The strange part, he thinks, comes from the fact that this is familiar. He knows how they liked to sleep, what's most comfortable, what they prefer. The strange part is figuring out what's appropriate, what's over the line.
That Noctis doesn't follow up is indication enough that something's off, too. Gingerly, Ignis rolls onto his side and presses his hand over Noctis' heart, tracing fingertips over his chest, the material of the shirt baggy, sliding with each stroke of his fingers. ]
If you're worried of my potential interest in anyone else, you should know that I don't have any.