[ Really, Ignis. You should know your liege and lover a lot better than that by now. Of course he's going to assume that he's invited -- Noctis has been denied little, his willfulness augmented by the surety of his birthright. It's a twisted state of matters, how so much has been taken from him and yet how he had been denied little when it comes to Ignis.
It's moments later that he carefully sheds his clothes, willful and demanding to a fault, pushing where Ignis gives, taking where he hasn't asked him to stop, and even if he's grown through the years he would always want Ignis, and he steps into the bathroom with him, sliding open the doors to ease behind him, an arm sliding around his waist. The hot water is nearly scalding, and this time Noctis doesn't mind if it scours Aranea from Ignis' skin. He belongs only to him, heart and mind and soul, and Noctis will relinquish nothing. ]
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It's moments later that he carefully sheds his clothes, willful and demanding to a fault, pushing where Ignis gives, taking where he hasn't asked him to stop, and even if he's grown through the years he would always want Ignis, and he steps into the bathroom with him, sliding open the doors to ease behind him, an arm sliding around his waist. The hot water is nearly scalding, and this time Noctis doesn't mind if it scours Aranea from Ignis' skin. He belongs only to him, heart and mind and soul, and Noctis will relinquish nothing. ]