[ Noctis feels largely the same whenever he looks at Ignis, whenever he spots him across rooms or catches his eye, and it's always alarming how Ignis is his, how a man like Ignis would love him, could find him worthy enough to love him -- because let's be honest here, Noctis is often not the most lovable person in the world. But Ignis is his oldest, most cherished friend, the one closest to his heart, and although he hadn't missed just how Ignis had avoided the scar on the small of his back earlier (he figures it's because it's still relatively new and pretty ugly, and he can't blame him), he doesn't miss the tenderness of their moment now, despite Ignis' straying hands.
That they can have moments like these is a luxury, is something they had worked all their lives for -- they had sacrificed so much to get here, to be able to have this together, for Ignis to be playful with him and for Noctis to be cheekily irreverent in return. Gasping softly when he touches his dick, a jolt of heat going right there when he's still sensitive and soft makes him squirm, giving Ignis a soapy slap to the ass in return. ]
Hey! Hands in bad places. [ Although he does like the bad places becase the good places are just kind of not cool now, not when he wants more. So he's leaning towards him, stepping further into the circle of his arms to press his body to his, shameless and wicked. He's turning his face so that he gets the cheek kiss, greedily seeking out another from his mouth, too, nuzzling against him with open fondness. Ignis might have spent a lifetime schooling his dick and resisting advances, but Noctis has had less of that and clearly doesn't care, not when he gets Ignis all to himself.
He's not looking to start anything, not really, as he thoughtfully slides soapy hands down his back, copping another feel when they reach down his butt, entirely not put off by Ignis' earlier swatting. He's your playful octopus, baby. ]
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That they can have moments like these is a luxury, is something they had worked all their lives for -- they had sacrificed so much to get here, to be able to have this together, for Ignis to be playful with him and for Noctis to be cheekily irreverent in return. Gasping softly when he touches his dick, a jolt of heat going right there when he's still sensitive and soft makes him squirm, giving Ignis a soapy slap to the ass in return. ]
Hey! Hands in bad places. [ Although he does like the bad places becase the good places are just kind of not cool now, not when he wants more. So he's leaning towards him, stepping further into the circle of his arms to press his body to his, shameless and wicked. He's turning his face so that he gets the cheek kiss, greedily seeking out another from his mouth, too, nuzzling against him with open fondness. Ignis might have spent a lifetime schooling his dick and resisting advances, but Noctis has had less of that and clearly doesn't care, not when he gets Ignis all to himself.
He's not looking to start anything, not really, as he thoughtfully slides soapy hands down his back, copping another feel when they reach down his butt, entirely not put off by Ignis' earlier swatting. He's your playful octopus, baby. ]
Well, what do you want? I could cook.