[Ignis doesn't know whether he's good at this or no. In the end, it doesn't matter to him at all. What was important was that is Noctis' lips pressed against his and that the feeling is heavenly and that he might as well drop dead and die after this, he wouldn't give a damn. It would be worth it and he'd die happy.
Noct's fingers feel as if they are leaving fiery traces along his skin, sending a shiver down his back, and for a moment he's embarrassed that he's reacting like this to just a small touch like this. His own hand rests against Noct's neck, fingers gently tracing the skin and slipping in the hair.]
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Noct's fingers feel as if they are leaving fiery traces along his skin, sending a shiver down his back, and for a moment he's embarrassed that he's reacting like this to just a small touch like this. His own hand rests against Noct's neck, fingers gently tracing the skin and slipping in the hair.]