[ He squirms under his hands then, feeling the way his hair's slicked back to his neck, matching Ignis' own. He gives him a wicked little grin before he surges up to steal another kiss, shameless and playful, reveling in the warmth of being so cared for, and caring for his lover in turn. He enjoys pampering Ignis, he finds; he loves when he gets to make Ignis blush, those cheeks flushed pink whenever he compliments him. He's the only one who gets to see his calm, collected adviser and lover this way, and he's all the more pleased for it.
He pauses in his cleaning of him, gently tracking over the scars and admiring them -- a mark of all Ignis has sacrificed and endured for him, and they can be no less than beautiful in his eyes. He'd spend every waking moment lavishing intimate attenion on his scars if he could, really. But here they are, enjoying each other with a sweetness that makes him giddy. He does as he's told, dipping his head back in Ignis' arms, rinsing it out properly so that he's all nice and wet and sud-free, settled comfortably against him. Pushing his hair back again, he looks back at him thoughtfully, reaching for the cloth again and pouring more liquid soap onto it.
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[ He squirms under his hands then, feeling the way his hair's slicked back to his neck, matching Ignis' own. He gives him a wicked little grin before he surges up to steal another kiss, shameless and playful, reveling in the warmth of being so cared for, and caring for his lover in turn. He enjoys pampering Ignis, he finds; he loves when he gets to make Ignis blush, those cheeks flushed pink whenever he compliments him. He's the only one who gets to see his calm, collected adviser and lover this way, and he's all the more pleased for it.
He pauses in his cleaning of him, gently tracking over the scars and admiring them -- a mark of all Ignis has sacrificed and endured for him, and they can be no less than beautiful in his eyes. He'd spend every waking moment lavishing intimate attenion on his scars if he could, really. But here they are, enjoying each other with a sweetness that makes him giddy. He does as he's told, dipping his head back in Ignis' arms, rinsing it out properly so that he's all nice and wet and sud-free, settled comfortably against him. Pushing his hair back again, he looks back at him thoughtfully, reaching for the cloth again and pouring more liquid soap onto it.
Thighs, next. ]
I'm going to have helmet hair.
[ Noctis is a lot less thrilled about this. ]