[ He should but he isn't sure what he's hoping for. Maybe, that Noctis decides to leave, or to wait until they have to talk in his study. Maybe, that he waits until Ignis washes himself, as if that will make things better.
Neither of these happen; Ignis presses his face into the wet-hot stream of water and is endlessly relieved that they'll hide at least some of his shame, and then Noctis is pushing his way in. A better man would be angry. A better man would chastise him, would tell him that he has a wife waiting, that he's cheating with a man who can never give him what they both want. A better man, Ignis is not.
The door opens, the shower door opening next and Ignis, weak as ever, unable and unwilling to say no, shifts into him. He isn't so foolish as to give him full run of the shower, but he does tilt himself enough that he's not hogging all of the hot water, does move so that they can share it and stares at Noctis a long, quiet moment, not sure if he's more disappointed in himself or the king. ]
Hurry up, then.
[ He lifts his hands and squirts the soap into them, quiet as he works it over himself, decidedly not looking at the long, strong lines of Noctis' body, decidedly not thinking about how he could take him here in the shower and Octavia would never know or care. ]
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Neither of these happen; Ignis presses his face into the wet-hot stream of water and is endlessly relieved that they'll hide at least some of his shame, and then Noctis is pushing his way in. A better man would be angry. A better man would chastise him, would tell him that he has a wife waiting, that he's cheating with a man who can never give him what they both want. A better man, Ignis is not.
The door opens, the shower door opening next and Ignis, weak as ever, unable and unwilling to say no, shifts into him. He isn't so foolish as to give him full run of the shower, but he does tilt himself enough that he's not hogging all of the hot water, does move so that they can share it and stares at Noctis a long, quiet moment, not sure if he's more disappointed in himself or the king. ]
Hurry up, then.
[ He lifts his hands and squirts the soap into them, quiet as he works it over himself, decidedly not looking at the long, strong lines of Noctis' body, decidedly not thinking about how he could take him here in the shower and Octavia would never know or care. ]