[ But it's not about sex at all -- if it were, wouldn't it be so much easier? Ignis leaves the shower too quickly, and Noctis is left to himself for minutes as he cleans himself up, affords himself minutes to clear his head. He will not return to Octavia tonight, he's sure of it; she is a good woman, perhaps even better than anyone deserves, especially him, but it's long past for self-flagellation when Noctis knows he wants nothing else for himself but Ignis.
He dries off after, taking a towel from the rack, and he steps back into the room, and towards the bed Ignis is in, naked as the day he was born and now entirely unconcerned with it. A lifetime ago, he would've been self-conscious; but oh, they have done so much worse in the name of love, haven't they? He thinks of Aranea, wonders if they had fucked in here, if she'd pressed over him just the way he liked, and did she spread her legs for him or did he do it for her?
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He dries off after, taking a towel from the rack, and he steps back into the room, and towards the bed Ignis is in, naked as the day he was born and now entirely unconcerned with it. A lifetime ago, he would've been self-conscious; but oh, they have done so much worse in the name of love, haven't they? He thinks of Aranea, wonders if they had fucked in here, if she'd pressed over him just the way he liked, and did she spread her legs for him or did he do it for her?
Does it matter? ]