[ It's not a no. It's what Ignis says for its own sake -- because Noctis is already more than aware of how this is shaping up, how it looks. Noctis will always chase after him because he never knows how to let him go, because if Ignis runs, he will come for him no matter where he goes. And in all that matters Ignis has him; he has his heart, he has all of his love, which is what is killing all three of them, isn't it?
The silk spills over and he sees the half-moon crescents left on his skin; feels a roiling anger at Ignis having allowed another to mark him so. But this, too, is punishment -- for Ignis and for himself. If he had said no to Nifleheim, how would things have turned out? He swallows against a ferocious swell of possessiveness, reaching behind him to click the lock shut, pushing him back against the bed.
If Aranea had gotten to him first, then Noctis has to wipe out all traces of her from his skin, from inside him, around him. His mouth comes to suck a vivid lovebite on his throat, hands coming to slide the robe off his lovely, exquisite frame. Ignis might be taller, but it doesn't matter. ]
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The silk spills over and he sees the half-moon crescents left on his skin; feels a roiling anger at Ignis having allowed another to mark him so. But this, too, is punishment -- for Ignis and for himself. If he had said no to Nifleheim, how would things have turned out? He swallows against a ferocious swell of possessiveness, reaching behind him to click the lock shut, pushing him back against the bed.
If Aranea had gotten to him first, then Noctis has to wipe out all traces of her from his skin, from inside him, around him. His mouth comes to suck a vivid lovebite on his throat, hands coming to slide the robe off his lovely, exquisite frame. Ignis might be taller, but it doesn't matter. ]
The only bed I belong in is yours.