nascere | LET'S PLAY {open post}

[ Oh, darling, admitting that was certainly a choice. Ignis raises an eyebrow but doesn't say anything just yet because the plotting can always come later. He's going to be squeaking by when it comes to time and while he's relatively certain he'll make it adequately, he's going to remember this. Payback is a bitch, especially when it comes from Ignis who has all the creativity and patience in the world when it comes down to making Noctis suffer in the best of ways.

Besides, there's a part of him that is too blissed out to really care at this moment. They're going to be married and he'd organized everything for after lunch so it isn't as if he wasn't unaware that they were likely going to spend a gratuitous amount of time on each other.

The bed shifts a little with Noctis' weight and there's the slow drag of the nightstand opening (and staying open as Noctis blindly reaches and Ignis' smile shifts from soft and warm to openly amused) and closing with a quiet thud. The click of the lube opening and then the wet press of a cool toy against him. Obediently, he bears down and lets out a little noise when it slides in, settles. It's not over-large but he's certainly aware of it, squirming underneath where Noctis is laid out over him, shivering at the slap to his ass that makes him tense around the toy. ]

Just remember that payback can and will happen, my love.

[ It's said sweetly enough, with that same soft affection as anything else but it's Ignis, so there's a heated threat behind it, murmured with all the certainty in the world that he can take Noctis apart piece by piece and give as good as he's gotten. Gently, he skims blunt nails down his spine, stopping shy of the scar on his lower back. ]

For now, though, you and I are going to shower together to save time and I'm going to make certain we both make our meetings lest we face the Marshall.

[ Noctis has the foreboding feeling that he's definitely going to be paid back in a very specific, very drawn out way, and a part of him immediately regrets the decision he just made while the other, greater part only relishes the challenge and decides that tormenting Ignis first is going to be extremely worth it. Probably. It also doesn't help that the bigger part of him is the one with a predilection for immediate self-gratification, which is sometimes the root of all Ignis-related sex problems.

But this excites him, keeps their love life spicy as hell and full of surprises, and he never wants to change it for the world. He's enjoying the slick, wet little sound the toy makes when it's seated comfortably inside him, and appreciates even more the shivering and the promise for payback. No, it's definitely all gonna be worth it.

He's giving his dick a soft little pat before he's climbing off him; they have lunch coming up and Noctis knows how much Ignis hates being late -- he's been in enough meetings with the man to know how he's whipped everyone into shape, all of them arriving at least five minutes before time, and ready to start once Noctis enters. Also on the dot, because Ignis has trained him relatively well despite great struggles along the way.

But he's holding his hand out to him now, smirking. He does like being called 'my love', and makes a note to mention that to him sometime. ] Wear it until end of day today. Come on, let's go take a shower.

[ Cor doesn't like being kept waiting, and even kings know how to scuttle along when meeting someone whose moniker includes a thing like 'The Immortal'. ]

[ No matter how mean this is, he knows that he can always be even more so. Their oneupmanship with each other is never a problem, but oh, it does prove to be fun during times like this. Ignis shivers at the affectionate little pat to his softened cock and gingerly starts to get off the bed. While the plug isn't uncomfortable, he's...certainly quite aware of it and each movement is careful in response.

His hand clasps Noctis' gently and then he's rising out of bed for both feet to hit the ground, but it takes him a moment to recover when the toy shifts, grazing the spot inside him that Noctis had been so keen to press fingers against earlier. It's good, it's so good, knowing that the day is going to be a difficult one, but that he's going to make it through because it's what Noctis wants of him, but it's also already infuriating because he knows how distracting this is going to be.

Showers, though. He knows how those work. With a little look at Noctis, not annoyed but very much a you'll get yours in response to that smirk, he makes his way to the bathroom a little gingerly. It's fine, up until he bends over to turn the water on and suddenly the idea of all day is one that makes his stomach flip. The car ride is going to be unbearable in the best of ways. Stiffly, ]

Am I right to assume you'd prefer I not take care of any erections that may happens as a result, until tonight?

Prefer is such a mild word.

[ Noctis affects a terrible approximation of Ignis' delightful, lovely purr of his accent -- make no mistake, Noctis loves it, but he's never going to pass up a chance to tease him about it even after ten years -- and he's hanging back just to get one hell of a wonderful view of his ass and the shining gem at the end of that plug. Ignis had ordered that one specially for him years ago when he had been away and Noctis had been spoiling for his company, his attention, and it does so many wonderful things to him to see him sport it so wonderfully, and how he's moving with more care than usual.

It must feel so good, he thinks in admiration and no small amount of smugness, and he steps close to give one asscheek a very meaningful squeeze. Yeah, he's definitely going to pay for that later, but in for a penny, in for a pound, right? He can't help a strong surge of affection for him, laying soft kisses on the wing of his shoulder before stepping into the shower stall and pulling him in, basking in the hot water. ]

You're wearing it until the end of the day tonight, and I want you hard and ready to go when you get back here again.

His Majesty thinks he's awfully cute.

[ Ignis' tone is dryer than the dirt outside of Hammerhead, but it's clear he's amused because the flat look lasts for a maximum of two seconds and then his lips are curling up. Noctis imitating him is cute, and he can't pretend as if he doesn't like it each time it happens, finding it ridiculous and endearing in equal parts. The squeeze gets a swat, but he softens instantly when leaning back into where Noctis is kissing over his shoulder as they wait for the water to heat.

When they're finally inside, Ignis steps in close, walling him against the marble of the shower, arms on either side of his head so that he's boxed in neatly. The orders are easy enough to follow and it's deliciously mean but, oh, he can give as good as he gets, too. He slides a leg between Noctis' thighs and kisses him within an inch of his life, pulling himself away with a drag of his teeth against Noctis' lower lip. A moment later, he's reaching for the soap and a washcloth nonchalant like he hadn't just kissed him like the world was ending. Flicking a few soap suds at Noctis as he works it into a lather, he starts with his arms, moving a little quicker than normal because they are up against a clock. ]

Just remember that everything you have me endure is an idea for when I return the favor.

Edited 2018-01-18 04:14 (UTC)

His Majesty also knows you think he's awfully cute, too.

[ Because Noctis might be ten years older but it doesn't mean he can't be a brat at Ignis whenever he wants in private just like this, all levity and none of the business-like fronts they will have to put up once they leave his chambers. Ignis is softer, gentler in a way he cannot afford to be outside of these walls -- he commands the respect of so many within the Citadel through sheer intelligence, hard work, and incredible planning, and Noctis is hard pressed to say that he doesn't find that hot. Just like how hot he finds himself being so easily cornered by his taller, stunningly handsome lover with a plug up his butt, breath caught by the way he kisses him like the world's ending, hot and desperate and awakening things that should, for all intents and purposes, should still be spent.

But he's thirty, his libido is functioning, and he lusts for his fiance like he hasn't had any in decades, like he's angling to make up for lost time, and it makes things just a little hard. Breathing a little harder, he makes a soft sound of annoyance when he's reaching out for the towel. Tempted to just kiss him again, he simply reaches for the soap bottle as well, and this time starting with his chest and stomach after Ignis is done with his arms, because he'd be damned if he can't cop plenty of feels for himself while soaping him up. ]

Bring it. [ He tells him brashly, very aware that he'll be regretting this very soon but unable to resist egging him on anyway. He's giving him a wicked look from behind damp eyelashes, because self-preservation is apparently not in his dictionary. ] Think you can last that long, honey?

Cute may be a stretch.

[ It's absolutely not. Noctis is cute right now, cracking jokes and being bratty and honestly, Ignis is sort of impressed and awed at the sheer amount of sex they'd had this morning and were actively talking about having in the near future. He'd dated people when he was younger, of course and he'd wanted them, certainly, but it was never, ever like this with anyone else. He'd never wanted someone so fully, so completely to the point where it just didn't stop.

He's always been good about keeping his own needs out of the way of his duty, but Noctis just looks at him sometimes and Ignis thinks anything, for you, because he's so in love. They're getting married, he reminds himself, half-swatting at Noctis' hands to keep them on track while he does much the same, letting a soapy hand slide over Noctis' nipple, or over the curve of a hip, lingering. Hair down today, it seems; despite the engagement he has a feeling he's going to be rushing too much to have his hair up, which also means that he's going to have to put off any photos that result until tomorrow because he's not getting conned into photos looking like a mess who couldn't keep it in his pants long enough to tend his hair in the morning. ]

I think you'll find that I've led a life positively full of resisting momentary indulgences for the crown; this won't be any different.

[ His hand slides down, shamelessly cupping Noctis' dick, oh so helpfully soaping it up. It's just a few soapy strokes and then his hand slides right back to the wash cloth and works it over Noctis' belly and back, hands entirely appropriately placed. Tilting his head down, he presses a kiss to Noctis' cheek, helplessly affectionate even as he considers how many times he can steal Noctis for kisses throughout the day to work him up in turn. ]

A better question is if you want to wager on this, and if so, what I get when I win.

[ Noctis feels largely the same whenever he looks at Ignis, whenever he spots him across rooms or catches his eye, and it's always alarming how Ignis is his, how a man like Ignis would love him, could find him worthy enough to love him -- because let's be honest here, Noctis is often not the most lovable person in the world. But Ignis is his oldest, most cherished friend, the one closest to his heart, and although he hadn't missed just how Ignis had avoided the scar on the small of his back earlier (he figures it's because it's still relatively new and pretty ugly, and he can't blame him), he doesn't miss the tenderness of their moment now, despite Ignis' straying hands.

That they can have moments like these is a luxury, is something they had worked all their lives for -- they had sacrificed so much to get here, to be able to have this together, for Ignis to be playful with him and for Noctis to be cheekily irreverent in return. Gasping softly when he touches his dick, a jolt of heat going right there when he's still sensitive and soft makes him squirm, giving Ignis a soapy slap to the ass in return. ]

Hey! Hands in bad places. [ Although he does like the bad places becase the good places are just kind of not cool now, not when he wants more. So he's leaning towards him, stepping further into the circle of his arms to press his body to his, shameless and wicked. He's turning his face so that he gets the cheek kiss, greedily seeking out another from his mouth, too, nuzzling against him with open fondness. Ignis might have spent a lifetime schooling his dick and resisting advances, but Noctis has had less of that and clearly doesn't care, not when he gets Ignis all to himself.

He's not looking to start anything, not really, as he thoughtfully slides soapy hands down his back, copping another feel when they reach down his butt, entirely not put off by Ignis' earlier swatting. He's your playful octopus, baby. ]

Well, what do you want? I could cook.

Edited 2018-01-18 15:20 (UTC)

I happen to be of the mind they're rather good places.

[ Between Noctis' thighs happens to be one of his absolute favorite places, actually. Ignis laughs openly at the slap to his ass and pats his hip in return before going back to showering -- actually showering rather than just fussing and groping his husband-to-be. The plug reminds him of its existence a moment later when he goes to reach for the shampoo; it slides just right in him and his whole body trembles with it, his breath catching. He can survive this; he's survived a good deal, but oh, he's easier to break with pleasure than with pain.

Considering, he squeezes shampoo into his hands and then puts them entirely appropriately in Noctis' hair, working suds through without getting any in his eyes. It'd be faster if he washed himself like he was doing originally, but he did promise that every minute he was late was another ten for Noctis. ]

Mmmn, that does sound like a particularly effective incentive.

[ He loves when Noctis cooks, loves the nights together when they're doing something so simple and domestic. Ignis strokes a sudsy hand through Noctis' bangs and kisses him, sweet and lingering, before urging him to step back into the spray. ]

What if I lose? Not that I will, of course, but it's only fair you think you have a chance at winning.

[ Cooking isn't something he's done often before this relationship with Ignis, before they've developed this into something new, something that necessitates that he pulls his damn weight because that's how it works with people who are equals, he supposes. Noctis isn't too clear on specifics, but it feels good to do nice things for Ignis and watch him light up.

Ignis doesn't ask him for very much as it is, which is often difficult when he has to suss out what he likes, but he likes to think that he's done quite a satisfactory job so far. Kissing him back with a soft little pleased moan, he's tipping out shampoo to muss Ignis' hair with as well, reaching out to massage his scalp as he nudges him out of the spray, pausing only when he's getting rinsed.

It's tender, these moments, and Noctis appreciates them, treasures them -- yeah, even the trash talk. Combing Ignis' hair back, his sudsy hands come down to cup his face. ]

You wear a cock ring the entire day.

I appreciate that I request something painfully domestic as my prize and here you are, requesting a cock ring.

[ He certainly doesn't sound like he's disapproving of it, that's for sure. Ignis leans into the attention like an overlarge cat, shivering when Noctis' fingers scratch over his scalp just right. His face tilts into the spray when it's done and then soapy hands cup it and he smiles lazily, letting his hands stroke over Noctis' shoulders. ]

Still, a bargain is a bargain.

[ It's ridiculous, being in the shower and holding out a hand like this, like it's another deal between them but what's the point of a wager if they don't shake on it, right? ]

[ Noctis grins at him, all teeth and wicked cheek. ] Where's the fun in getting you to do something you're already excellent at?

[ Because honestly, Ignis has that rare talent of being entirely domesticated and yet fully capable of taking on armies, testy nobles, and haughty council members too big for their damn breeches. He spares a few moments to admire him fondly, relishing the way the water rolls off his face, down his body, and he can't resist the sudden, overwhelming urge to kiss him stupid. So he takes his hand and tugs him towards him, sealing his mouth to his in a fiercely passionate kiss.

Yeah, they're just gonna kiss on it now, Noctis plastering himself fully to Ignis with a low sound of want. Gods, help. ] I hate that I can't get enough of you. [ All he has to do is look at him the right way, or do something, and all bets are off. ]

Yes, because the two options present to you were torturing my erection or having you cook you dinner.

[ Ignis barely resists the urge to roll his eyes at it, his tone terribly fond as he's tugged into Noctis' solid weight and leans in, kissing him back just as quickly, just as passionately. They need to go, damn them both but in this, it's like he's pulled into Noctis' gravitation no matter what he tries, no matter how hard he attempts to free himself. They've already fucked this morning, they don't need to go again, and yet here he is considering it, debating the merits of sliding to his knees and blowing him in the shower.

No. Ignis pulls back with a choked laugh, blinking water out of his eyes. ]

I feel quite the same. Come on, we're almost done and then I can bemoan the fact that I have to put you back into a suit, no matter how fine a figure you cut.

That's for you too, you ingrate.

[ Noctis murmurs thickly, a part of him ultimately reluctant to let him go. Beyond those walls they'll have to pretend they aren't are what they are, at least until Noctis makes the announcement; and even then he isn't sure how they'll take it, if there'll be any fallout or blowback at all.

Ignis looks at him like he wants him more than anything else, and he exhales his disappointment at Ignis' impressive hold over his self-control. Gods, the man really is his true north, doing what's necessary even if it's difficult. They need to go, there is one hell of a long list for them to take care of separately, but it's so ridiculous that he's fucking pining and they're engaged.

He's helping to brush the hair out of Ignis' eyes, laying a soft kiss on his cheek and takes his hand, turning it off when they're fully rinsed. ]

Take it off me again tonight. [ He suggests sweetly, grabbing the towels off the rack and offering one to him. ] Because gods know I'm planning to rip yours off you.

Ingrate? Do you intend to kiss your husband with that mouth?

[ Ignis touches a hand to his throat, mocking the clutching of a pearl necklace. He certainly hopes that Noctis is going to kiss him with that mouth, he rather likes it. It'll be even better still when they're husbands. The rest of the bathing goes smoothly enough despite the fact that they're both watching each other, hungry, like they haven't already had a tumble and haven't got all of the night coming up.

He's like a teenager again and it's endlessly annoying, except that he wouldn't change it for the world. ]

Oh, I fully intend to. [ Ignis winds his around his waist, already heading for the mirror so he can start trying to get done the lion's share before they really have to get moving. ] Threat noted. Do mind the buttons, though, I rather like the one I'm wearing today.

[ If Noctis is going to play mean, then oh, Ignis can do the same and wear his favorite outfit, just a little more throat and forearm, a little more of Noctis' color, just to remind him. Ignis smiles innocently at him in their reflection, combing through his hair. ]

I intend to do more to my husband than just kiss him with his mouth.

[ Noctis' retort is swift, and oh, the words sound so, so good. Husband. Ignis has devoted almost all of his life to him and now they're going to share it together, and he feels a surge of warmth, of pure, unadulterated affection when he looks over at him, soft and tender. It's ridiculous how the most mundane actions affect him, how Noctis is so hopelessly enamored, so deeply in love with everything he does; of course they have their rough moments, but this? This is the best thing he can ever ask for.

No matter how much time passes, it will never be enough; it will never be all that he needs. Reaching for the hair dryer and contemplating Ignis' preening before the mirror, he plugs it in and offers it to him generously. He is, after all, the one half that takes an incredibly long time to doll up -- then again, Noctis supposes that looking that handsome takes work. ]

Then maybe you should wear another shirt. [ Noctis won't damage it. Probably. Or maybe he would, if motivated enough; would he get spanked for that? ] What're you going to do if I wreck them? Hypothetically?

What a lucky man.

[ Ignis smiles to himself, taking the blow dryer that he's offered. He takes a different brush and starts running it through his hair after giving the clock a quick glance. Hair down, then, they've pushed their break as long as they could and he isn't inclined to push it further no matter how much he needs a haircut. A few quick bursts of the blowdryer and then he's reaching for one of the multiple jars lining his part of the bathroom. There's a process to getting ready in the morning, and if he holds to it, then he can generally gauge how early he's going to be for something.

Unfortunately, he's still figuring Noctis into the plan and he probably should be more annoyed than he is about how easily he crumples at the faintest hint of a want from Noctis. Working product through his hair, he raises an eyebrow at Noctis. ]

It's your favorite shirt, though. I'd rather you not wreck all of my shirts, no matter how appealing it may seem, but if you fully intend to I can wear the red one instead.

[ He was planning on adding it to the scraps pile anyway and letting Noctis rip at his shirt like that does have its own appeal. He runs through the next few jars idly, grabbing the one he's looking for and twisting its top off. Adding a shirt to the list of what he's going to get Noctis back for is entirely workable and gives it a reason to be added to the scrap pile. How helpful.]

We'll add it to your tab for misbehaving.

Edited 2018-01-19 07:31 (UTC)

[ Noctis is the luckier man, he likes to think, even when Ignis is parked in front of the mirror. Noctis, thankfully, is a little less vain, swiping the hair dryer to dry his hair off, before running a comb absently through it. The chocobo look had been a charming one ten years ago, but Noctis finds that leaving his style natural brings with it a gravitas that allow himself to be taken seriously.

Also, just having one vainpot before the mirror is good enough, and he would rather it be his gorgeous, impeccable husband-to-be; he quite likes the way Ignis turns heads whenever he enters a room. He knows it's pure egoism, knowing that he loves a man who's that ridiculously stunning that Noctis sometimes winds up wondering just how his looks don't manage to get in his way.

Reaching for the red shirt like an obedient husband, however, he hangs it up on the other mirror beside him, amused at just how many pots of product he's using when he's not even styling his hair up. The message the red shirt sends, by the way, is also pretty clear: he really is ripping that shirt off you tonight, honey; and they have the rest of the day to be reminded of it. ]

What, [ He flicks absently at the towel wrapped around Ignis' slim waist. ] you're already thinking of punishments?

[ He wasn't quite able to bring everything that he wanted when they were camping all those years ago, and it wasn't something he was able to keep up with during the period of darkness. There are precious few things that he allows himself as a treat, but this - something as simple as a routine in the morning, is one of them. There's a special lotion for the scarring on his face and a normal one for the rest of it, which he goes through next, watching Noctis fetch the shirt he's intending to destroy later.

It should be annoying, but instead there's a hot little thrill that goes through him at the idea of wearing it all day specifically knowing that when the day is over, his king intends to rip it off of him. ]

When one has a king who likes to misbehave as much as you do, of course.

[ He finishes smoothing lotion over his forehead then turns his body into Noctis', smearing the remaining bit of his lotion over his cheek and rubbing it in gently, amused. ]

I suppose we ought to call it 'funishment' despite how awful that word is.

[ Noctis thinks there isn't any need to minimise those scars, really -- it's not ugly; in fact, it makes him look really, really hot, something that the king is all too happy to tell him from time to time. But Ignis is Ignis and he's happiest when he's in a routine, so Noctis leaves it. Groaning, he saunters towards the wardrobe, naked as the day he was born and pulls on a pair of briefs before sliding back to him just in time to have Ignis turn towards him.

He's grinning at the lotion before he leans in and gently grasps his chin, kissing him softly on the mouth with a little groan. ]

Funishment. I should funish you for that.

[ The groan gets a cocked eyebrow in response but he doesn't say anything for the time being, letting Noctis fuss over what he wants to wear. As it ends up, he simply picks a pair of briefs and Ignis shamelessly turns so his hip leans against the counter, watching him saunter closer until he can kiss him back. Six, but that's a good look on him, wet from the shower, naked but for the briefs and with the knowledge that Ignis is going to get to peel him out of whatever he puts on. ]

Oh, darling, I expect you to funish me quite thoroughly once our day is over.

[ Ignis pats his cheek lightly, terribly amused and then turns back to the mirror to finish tending to himself. When he's got the product applied liberally to his hair, he takes the blow dryer back and starts working on it, combing this way and that until it's dried straight, brushing his glasses. ]

A pity we can't have you take all your meetings in just that, or that we can't seat you at your desk with just the suit jacket. I'm certain I could think of something to do underneath it.

[ This is why they shouldn't get married, probably -- because Noctis enjoys Ignis' terrible, awful puns and once married will be a terrible blight upon anyone unfortunate enough to be in their combined company. He doesn't forget all the mornings he'd woken up to help with breakfast, and this morning, Ignis is a perfect vision when he primps and fusses and puts products in his hair just for it to look like the effortless kind of natural.

Then again, he really fancies that look, and the kiss is warm on his lips before he finally deigns to wander back to the closet, that suggestion going right to his dick. Shit. He can think of so many, many things Ignis can do under his desk, the taller man on his knees, that sinfully gorgeous mouth wrapped around his cock while Noctis attends to work and tries not to flush. Forcing Ignis to stay quiet, pushing his dick down his throat while he negotiates treaties, listens to presentations... the sky's the limit, isn't it?

Mouth dry, he turns back to him, two sets of freshly ironed shirts, one on either hand. Black, or black with pinstripes? ] I take back the offer to cook. You lose, that's you under my desk. And I get to wear pants -- and you're making sure nothing spills on my pants.

[ Oh, no.

The problem with teasing Noctis, outside of the fact that Ignis can expect it to be returned tenfold, is that little things that Ignis says as a joke, or without real intent behind it can be taken quite seriously. It's a fantasy of his, certainly, but he hadn't expected Noctis to go along with it (foolish, perhaps) and now he realizes he hasn't the faintest idea how they'd facilitate something like that in a safe manner without scandalizing anyone. Something to think on, then.

Ignis eyes the presented options on his way to the dresser, fetching his own underwear. His gait isn't that different from normal, but oh, he pulls on his briefs much more carefully and the shiver is obvious. ]

Pinstripes, I think. For all that black is Lucis' color, it doesn't hurt to change it up a touch. And as far as the desk goes, you'll have to figure out how to best do it with minimal scandal, but don't think too hard, yes?

[ Ignis slides on a tanktop next, and then pulls on his slacks carefully. ]

The odds of you winning are terribly slim.

[ See, this is why Noctis tends to get away with more than he should -- and why Noctis gets his way more often than not. Ignis jokes about things Noctis would definitely get it into his head to do, and then he'll want to do them and Ignis will eventually say yes when Noctis wears him down.

And now he's thinking about how to do it without causing an incredible scandal -- he's not looking forward to having to answer questions about why his fiance's under the desk and why Noctis is uncharacteristically flushed and strained. While Noctis would not apply that in a whole hurry (work still has to be done), it's still really, really appealing to think about.

He's watching him pull on his slacks with no small amount of amusement and smugness, before going over to give his ass a nice, fond slap. ] You sound awfully sure about yourself. Got a trick up your sleeve?

[ He's working through it in his own head, too, because he's helpful like that. If they talked to Prompto and Gladiolus and maybe explained enough that they were...sufficiently warned, they could get the exhibitionism aspect of it. He doesn't quite trust Prompto not to break into laughter while trying to talk to Noctis, and doesn't trust Gladiolus not to break character as soon as Noctis says anything, but they're arguably the safest bets.

The slap doesn't get anything as undignified as a yelp, but he does jerk and flush when it means he becomes hyper aware of the toy. Shivering, he continues dressing, resisting the urge to go over there and return the favor. Meetings, Ignis has meetings. ]

I spent countless years with the realization that you were it for me, Noctis, before we ever so much as considered a kiss. A few hours of waiting is nothing in comparison.

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