[ It feels like their first kiss all over again, in a way. It's awkward, their noses bumping, and Ignis laughs quietly against his lips. A hand lifts to catch Noctis' jaw, to ease over it and guide him into softening it, tilting so that he can brush their lips together again and again. It's chaste, still, because he's not about to find out if they can do anything more ambitious with Noctis injured and, as Prompto so eloquently put it, stoned, but it's cute. Noctis is cute, even when he's being bratty, demanding.

Of course, even out of his mind on medication he'd probably know that Ignis is weak to resist any of his wants and whims. ]

I'm not going anywhere, you don't need to worry. [ He can't resist it, pressing another lingering kiss to Noctis' lips but when he withdraws it's to use the hand cupping his face so he can trace the swell of Noctis' lower lip with his thumb, slow and sweet. ]

You're quite gorgeous yourself, you know. I could spend hours openly, blatantly admiring every inch of you.

[ He has, but it's not like Noctis probably remembers that. ]