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Don't look at the towel.

[ Noctis tells him sleepily, because he knows exactly what Ignis is looking at and what he's attempting to do. As further guarantee, he drapes an arm possessively over his waist. Out of sight, out of mind, right? Besides, it's still going to be there in the morning. Affectionately pressing another kiss on his now-clean cheek, Noctis laughs softly at that casually filthy assertion because yes, yes he just did, and he's discovering that he now has a kink for this -- they're all gonna hear that sandy, hoarse voice tomorrow and not know what who did it to him right there.

And for Ignis, another reminder of who he belongs to. He's draping a leg over him as well, because Noctis is practically a lounging octopus after sex, and he's dropping soft little kisses along his jaw before leaning into his knuckles, impossibly fond and happy. Fingers tracing down his chest, he gives him a thoughtful look. He's never felt more content, and he supposes this is what bliss must feel like. Ignis here with him, in his rightful place by his side at last. ]

I'll remind you of it every day, if you like. [ He says lazily. ] If our bodies allow it. [ A beat, then. ] Seriously, though. Have people really died from sex?

If you trip on it in the morning, just know I'll have warned you about it.

[ It's like an itch he won't let himself scratch, but for once, he lets it go because getting up to take care of it would mean that he'd have to get out of bed, toss it into the hamper, and lose this moment right now. Maybe it's that it's been so long or maybe it's simply that Ignis has sacrificed enough in the name of duty, however small, but whatever the case, he slides his leg between both of Noctis' and twines them together quite neatly as if to keep himself anchored there.

It's not as if he needs help, anyway; Noctis is doing a remarkable impression of an octopus, all arms and legs so Ignis returning the favor is only fitting, he supposes. ]

I'm not certain that my throat will allow it, not with the number of speeches and meetings I'll have to attend to. [ ... That's. Not quite where he expected the conversation to go and his phone is unfortunately (or fortunately, depending on how he looks at it) out of reach so he can't check. Instead, he occupies himself with running his fingers through Noctis' drying hair, tracing the shell of his ear, the sharp line of his jaw. ] I'll look it up in the morning for you.

[ Definitely not where he expected the conversation to go -- but then again, Noctis didn't start this day expecting that he'd get to tumble into bed with Ignis at the end of it, much less everything they'd just done together. Or what they are right now, tangled hopelessly with each other, damp under cool sheets. Now he misses when Ignis would just toss the comforter into the dryer so that they'd be all snug and toasty warm.

But whatever. Ignis' incredible body is pressed up against his and Noctis can't find it in himself to complain. Fingers idly tracing up his side, tracking over his ribs before lingering over pectorals that would make any male model jealous, he's turning his head so that he can catch Ignis' stray fingers between his teeth, playfully nipping at him. The idea of Ignis giving speeches with that sex-wrecked voice sends tingles down his spine, but he also finds himself mildly apologetic for it -- he had been a lot rougher with him than he has before, and he abandons his quest for finger-nipping to lay soft kisses over his throat, as if that would make him feel better. ]

Sorry about this. [ He murmurs. He is a little sorry, really. Ignis practically runs the entire host of activities in the Citadel, overseeing and advising in turns, and Noctis will always be grateful to have him here, steering the ship. ] And you don't have to do that, I know how insane your schedule can be.

[ Not that Noctis' own isn't, but that's not important. ]

[ He thought he'd be more opposed to it, truthfully, but instead of any sort of regret like he'd feared, Ignis is...content. It's the first time he can remember feeling it in a terribly long time and he's not inclined to give it up any time soon. Now that they've crossed that threshold, perhaps it will be easier to convince himself into it again later.

Besides, giving up any part of this is absolutely unthinkable, especially when Noctis' hands are wandering over him like it's the first time all over again, like they're learning each others bodies again. Noctis nips at his fingertips and Ignis startles himself with a quiet laugh, pressing a kiss to the tip of Noctis' nose helplessly. You gave this up willingly, he thinks with no small amount of shock at himself. Of course, it hadn't been entirely willingly, but close enough that he can't think of doing it now that they're back together again. Not when Noctis is pressing sweet kisses to his throat in apology, despite not needing to. ]

Don't apologize, I quite liked it. [ And if his voice is a little rough, then so be it; that's a price he'll gladly pay, and he has a feeling that Noctis listening to him tomorrow is going to be interesting, to say the very least. ] I wouldn't change this for the world.

[ If nothing else, Noctis is going to need a moment before getting up after Ignis' speeches conclude, because it's ridiculously sexy and even in this blissed-out state he just knows he's going to have an embarrassing reaction to it. Maybe he should just think about fish when Ignis talks. But draped around him like this, he discovers for himself all that he's missed, this cherished warmth and how willing and open Ignis is, denying him nothing and offering everything. This is where he wants to be, this is everything he's ever needed for himself, and he traces kisses over his jaw now, settling in.

He'd gone without this for more than a year, and it's still a marvel he hadn't been much more worse off for it, considering all that's slipped through his fingers. ] And I won't let you slip away from me again.

[ He promises, a hand splayed on Ignis' chest, over his heart. This belongs to him, too. ] Wherever you go, I'm coming after you.

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