Because Cecilia is a perfectly lovely woman who no doubt understands that we get up to certain activities and no doubt endorses it, but I, ah, like to pretend there's a level of separation, there.

[ While Noctis' hands are occupied with more important tasks such as fetching the lube and touching him, Ignis splays both hands over his chest, over the steady beat of his heart and lingers there a moment. It's not particularly sexual but it is intimate, in a way and he smiles lazily as his hands slide down.

By the time Noctis has obtained the lube, Ignis' hands have stroked down the front of him, palms sliding over his nipples and he's spread his thighs to the point of muscles burning faintly. Good is the feeling of him with his legs hitched around Noctis' waist.

Positively amazing is the sensation of his legs hitched up around Noctis', heels digging in, greedily pressing him close as two fingers push into him. His back arches with a throaty little groan and he does his best to relax, to make this as easy as humanly possible, not bothering to hide the throaty, approving noises as Noctis' fingers sink into him to the knuckle and fill him. ]

Am I impatient he asks, as if the king doesn't expect his whims to be obeyed on a a whim.