[ Noctis straightens, definitely interested. He's dipping down anyway, getting his hair completely wet before coming up, looking like a bedraggled, wet cat with his hair in his eyes and sticking to his scalp. He's pushing it back impatiently, because this is a thing he doesn't actually know about him -- the topic hasn't really come up, and Noctis could kick himself for overlooking such a thing. The mental image of Ignis in a biker jacket and on one of them, riding down the roads is an unbelievably delicious one, and he wades in close, clearing the distance between them to insinuate himself between his thighs.
Okay, it's shampoo time for the king, who despite appearances to the contrary also likes getting clean. The washcloth is in his hand, and he's squirming to reach the bottle of soap that's floating past, getting up on his knees so that he can splay his hands over his chest, his shoulders, admiring the sleek, warm feel of them for himself. ]
Or you could ride bikes in the countryside now and then. [ He offers, because the mental image is too good to pass up, and he wants to see what reality looks like stacked up against it. ] And I could do that with you. [ But mostly Ignis. ]
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[ Noctis straightens, definitely interested. He's dipping down anyway, getting his hair completely wet before coming up, looking like a bedraggled, wet cat with his hair in his eyes and sticking to his scalp. He's pushing it back impatiently, because this is a thing he doesn't actually know about him -- the topic hasn't really come up, and Noctis could kick himself for overlooking such a thing. The mental image of Ignis in a biker jacket and on one of them, riding down the roads is an unbelievably delicious one, and he wades in close, clearing the distance between them to insinuate himself between his thighs.
Okay, it's shampoo time for the king, who despite appearances to the contrary also likes getting clean. The washcloth is in his hand, and he's squirming to reach the bottle of soap that's floating past, getting up on his knees so that he can splay his hands over his chest, his shoulders, admiring the sleek, warm feel of them for himself. ]
Or you could ride bikes in the countryside now and then. [ He offers, because the mental image is too good to pass up, and he wants to see what reality looks like stacked up against it. ] And I could do that with you. [ But mostly Ignis. ]