[Ignis has tons of answers to this question- the ones he likes and the ones he despises. And he's not sure which one he should say. The one that his heart craves from way too long or the one that will be harsh truth tomorrow? He can imagine hundreds, millions of people not being 'okay' with this but this burning yearning he feels in his chest is something he can't ignore anymore.
Not when Noctis kissed him like this, giving him a small hope that there was something there that belonged only to Ignis...]
...it feels okay. More than okay.
[His fingers slide from Noctis' hair to his neck, wanting to kiss him again but patiently waiting to see Nocts' thoughts on this.]
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Not when Noctis kissed him like this, giving him a small hope that there was something there that belonged only to Ignis...]
...it feels okay. More than okay.
[His fingers slide from Noctis' hair to his neck, wanting to kiss him again but patiently waiting to see Nocts' thoughts on this.]