[ Noctis thinks there isn't any need to minimise those scars, really -- it's not ugly; in fact, it makes him look really, really hot, something that the king is all too happy to tell him from time to time. But Ignis is Ignis and he's happiest when he's in a routine, so Noctis leaves it. Groaning, he saunters towards the wardrobe, naked as the day he was born and pulls on a pair of briefs before sliding back to him just in time to have Ignis turn towards him.
He's grinning at the lotion before he leans in and gently grasps his chin, kissing him softly on the mouth with a little groan. ]
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He's grinning at the lotion before he leans in and gently grasps his chin, kissing him softly on the mouth with a little groan. ]
Funishment. I should funish you for that.