[ Oh, he absolutely knows and he absolutely uses it to tease when he wants to. He gets the same thrill when Noctis looks at him and says sweetheart, every inch of him going warm, overwhelmed with it. Lazily, he traces a line where he'd sucked bruises along Noctis' throat, just under where his collar would fall and smiles, terribly pleased with himself. ]
I think you may be biased.
[ Just a touch, just like he is. Rather than try and start anything when breakfast is still hot, Ignis presses a kiss to his shoulder and then to the fingers that are twined together, after he's lifted them to his lips. ]
Before the meal gets cold. The blankets will still be here after, I promise.
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I think you may be biased.
[ Just a touch, just like he is. Rather than try and start anything when breakfast is still hot, Ignis presses a kiss to his shoulder and then to the fingers that are twined together, after he's lifted them to his lips. ]
Before the meal gets cold. The blankets will still be here after, I promise.