[ He wanted them on as soon as possible. It's nice, not dreading the idea of putting a ring on. Noctis rises and pushes him into the plush covers and sheets and Ignis falls back easily, his legs parting like it's instinct, like his body knows that this is right where Noctis belongs.
Behind them, off to the side, he hears a click and a thud and thinks that something's fallen over but the importance of it pales in comparison to winding his hands into Noctis' hair, pressing eager, hungry kisses against his mouth while his thighs bracket either side of his waist. ]
I'm going to marry you. [ He looks at their hands feeling dizzy with the promise of it, with the possibilities presented. ] Noctis Scientia, perhaps, for when you want to take a break from being the king.
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[ He wanted them on as soon as possible. It's nice, not dreading the idea of putting a ring on. Noctis rises and pushes him into the plush covers and sheets and Ignis falls back easily, his legs parting like it's instinct, like his body knows that this is right where Noctis belongs.
Behind them, off to the side, he hears a click and a thud and thinks that something's fallen over but the importance of it pales in comparison to winding his hands into Noctis' hair, pressing eager, hungry kisses against his mouth while his thighs bracket either side of his waist. ]
I'm going to marry you. [ He looks at their hands feeling dizzy with the promise of it, with the possibilities presented. ] Noctis Scientia, perhaps, for when you want to take a break from being the king.