[ Noctis grins at him, all teeth and wicked cheek. ] Where's the fun in getting you to do something you're already excellent at?

[ Because honestly, Ignis has that rare talent of being entirely domesticated and yet fully capable of taking on armies, testy nobles, and haughty council members too big for their damn breeches. He spares a few moments to admire him fondly, relishing the way the water rolls off his face, down his body, and he can't resist the sudden, overwhelming urge to kiss him stupid. So he takes his hand and tugs him towards him, sealing his mouth to his in a fiercely passionate kiss.

Yeah, they're just gonna kiss on it now, Noctis plastering himself fully to Ignis with a low sound of want. Gods, help. ] I hate that I can't get enough of you. [ All he has to do is look at him the right way, or do something, and all bets are off. ]