Hey, hey -- I was supposed to do that. [ Noctis laughs at that little speech, warmed and buoyed by the warmth in his eyes as he rises to press him back against the bed. The ring that's slid onto his finger is quickly warmed, a comfortable weight and presence on his hand, a pledge of what they are to each other.
Yes, he says, and he's tilting his head to correct the careless kiss, so very pleased and entertained by how excited Ignis is -- he deepens the kiss, tongue sliding against his and he's sure that he might have tipped something (coffee, maybe) over on the tray the way he so enthusiastically claims his husband-to-be's mouth. ]
You're gonna marry me. [ He breathes in between kisses, twining their hands together so the rings press up against each other. ] Ignis Lucis Caelum, imagine that.
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Yes, he says, and he's tilting his head to correct the careless kiss, so very pleased and entertained by how excited Ignis is -- he deepens the kiss, tongue sliding against his and he's sure that he might have tipped something (coffee, maybe) over on the tray the way he so enthusiastically claims his husband-to-be's mouth. ]
You're gonna marry me. [ He breathes in between kisses, twining their hands together so the rings press up against each other. ] Ignis Lucis Caelum, imagine that.