[ Noctis tells him sleepily, because he knows exactly what Ignis is looking at and what he's attempting to do. As further guarantee, he drapes an arm possessively over his waist. Out of sight, out of mind, right? Besides, it's still going to be there in the morning. Affectionately pressing another kiss on his now-clean cheek, Noctis laughs softly at that casually filthy assertion because yes, yes he just did, and he's discovering that he now has a kink for this -- they're all gonna hear that sandy, hoarse voice tomorrow and not know what who did it to him right there.
And for Ignis, another reminder of who he belongs to. He's draping a leg over him as well, because Noctis is practically a lounging octopus after sex, and he's dropping soft little kisses along his jaw before leaning into his knuckles, impossibly fond and happy. Fingers tracing down his chest, he gives him a thoughtful look. He's never felt more content, and he supposes this is what bliss must feel like. Ignis here with him, in his rightful place by his side at last. ]
I'll remind you of it every day, if you like. [ He says lazily. ] If our bodies allow it. [ A beat, then. ] Seriously, though. Have people really died from sex?
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[ Noctis tells him sleepily, because he knows exactly what Ignis is looking at and what he's attempting to do. As further guarantee, he drapes an arm possessively over his waist. Out of sight, out of mind, right? Besides, it's still going to be there in the morning. Affectionately pressing another kiss on his now-clean cheek, Noctis laughs softly at that casually filthy assertion because yes, yes he just did, and he's discovering that he now has a kink for this -- they're all gonna hear that sandy, hoarse voice tomorrow and not know what who did it to him right there.
And for Ignis, another reminder of who he belongs to. He's draping a leg over him as well, because Noctis is practically a lounging octopus after sex, and he's dropping soft little kisses along his jaw before leaning into his knuckles, impossibly fond and happy. Fingers tracing down his chest, he gives him a thoughtful look. He's never felt more content, and he supposes this is what bliss must feel like. Ignis here with him, in his rightful place by his side at last. ]
I'll remind you of it every day, if you like. [ He says lazily. ] If our bodies allow it. [ A beat, then. ] Seriously, though. Have people really died from sex?