[ Noctis is almost purring by the time Ignis is done scrubbing him up, and he's taking his time with massaging his scalp, working up the front and the back with care, before he's chuckling softly into the kiss Ignis stills from him. ]

Hey, you're still sudsy. [ And look, now Noct has some of the foam on his hair too. Not that he cares, especially not when Ignis works him with talented fingers and he's more than a little turned on -- he can't not be, when Ignis is so good at handling him, working his magic on his body even if it's just cleaning up. He feels good, squeaky clean the way only Ignis can manage, and he basks in the intimate moment they share together, reaching for the cloth himself.

Setting it aside, he gently nudges him. ] Keep going, flattery's gonna get you everywhere. [ He splashes him just a little, but the smile speaks volumes of just how he's pleased by that comment anyway. Oh, how he feels the same -- he could worship him for hours, press him back against the bed and make him to him the entire damn day if needed. Ignis is his own kind of drug, addictive and all-consuming, and Noctis can't find it in himself to be sorry. ] All right, sink your head in so I can get to your body, too. You're filthy.