[ Prompto and Gladio may have their unique ways of negotiating capitulation when it comes to Noctis, and the king loves them no less -- he owes them his life, too, but the truth remains that Ignis is in an entirely different league altogether. Noctis might be cranky when Ignis gets into his fussing moods, but it's always been a part of what they've always shared, something he won't trade in for anything in the world.
He counts down the minutes with bittersweet longing, each one more precious now that it's slipping through his fingers. Soon, this bed will be cold and empty, and Noctis will sleep less comfortably than he ever had. He's grown so used to Ignis being within reach that his absence bothers him more than he will ever admit -- because all he knows is that he just has to say the word, and Ignis will dismiss the waiting ships without a second thought.
Stifling a murmur of protest when Ignis scoots back, he reaches out and gently captures him by the edge of his well-pressed collar, keeping him in place. Looking up at him under dark lashes, greedily taking in the elegant, sleek lines of him, the way the light plays off his incredibly handsome face, that sensuously full mouth, and the way those striking green eyes fix on him. His hand comes up to cup his face, weaker than he would like, but at least in a better state than the past few days.
Ignis' kiss is still warm on his lips, and Noctis is warmly mischievous as he comments. ] If the way you kiss is anything to go by, he's one hell of a lucky guy to have you.
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He counts down the minutes with bittersweet longing, each one more precious now that it's slipping through his fingers. Soon, this bed will be cold and empty, and Noctis will sleep less comfortably than he ever had. He's grown so used to Ignis being within reach that his absence bothers him more than he will ever admit -- because all he knows is that he just has to say the word, and Ignis will dismiss the waiting ships without a second thought.
Stifling a murmur of protest when Ignis scoots back, he reaches out and gently captures him by the edge of his well-pressed collar, keeping him in place. Looking up at him under dark lashes, greedily taking in the elegant, sleek lines of him, the way the light plays off his incredibly handsome face, that sensuously full mouth, and the way those striking green eyes fix on him. His hand comes up to cup his face, weaker than he would like, but at least in a better state than the past few days.
Ignis' kiss is still warm on his lips, and Noctis is warmly mischievous as he comments. ] If the way you kiss is anything to go by, he's one hell of a lucky guy to have you.