[ They've definitely earned this. Every step, every move and every sacrificed they made had led up to this, and even now a part of him is still afraid to believe in it, to know that in addition to bringing the daylight, they can have each other. Noctis hasn't actually planned for things to go this far, this well, as if every day that passed had been one on borrowed time.

He doesn't realize it until now that he finally, finally can have what he's always desired, happiness and bliss for himself and for Ignis, and his mouth trails down the elegant line of his throat, tracking kisses and little bites as he savors the shameless sounds the other man makes. How exquisite, how perfect; in here they are just two people hopelessly in love with each other, engaged and about to be married, and the knowledge of that is overwhelming.

When Ignis cups his dick and has a good grip on it, Noctis looks up. Now is probably not a good time to have a revelation, especially when he has two fingers inside of his lover, his dick in his hand, and the words Noctis Scientia knocking around in his head, so fucking hot that he swears he's going to march out after this and demand his name be changed despite the high probability of causing a constitutional crisis. ]

Iggy. [ He says suddenly, pausing, unable to keep his own emotions in check. Noctis had never really stopped to think about it -- had always kept on moving because that's what's asked of him, what a king should do. But now... ] Iggy, we made it, didn't we? All of this, everything we've done. I get to spend my life with you. It's... real, right?

[ Nobody will take this away from them, right? Noctis can finally have one good thing for himself, right? ]