LET'S PLAY {open post}

[nascere]

[ open. texts, messages, rp prompts and starters. gen & nsfw. ]

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[regalblaze]

[Ignis doesn't know whether he's good at this or no. In the end, it doesn't matter to him at all. What was important was that is Noctis' lips pressed against his and that the feeling is heavenly and that he might as well drop dead and die after this, he wouldn't give a damn. It would be worth it and he'd die happy.

Noct's fingers feel as if they are leaving fiery traces along his skin, sending a shiver down his back, and for a moment he's embarrassed that he's reacting like this to just a small touch like this. His own hand rests against Noct's neck, fingers gently tracing the skin and slipping in the hair.]

[nascere]

Iggy.

[ He breathes against his mouth, low and quiet and yearning, wanting things he can't yet put into words. He's squirming to get closer, his hand sliding back down to splay over chest, other arm sliding over Ignis' shoulders. It's everything he's dreamed of and then some, the intensity and taste of him on his tongue making him ache, pressing for more. ]

This -- is it okay?

[regalblaze]

[Ignis has tons of answers to this question- the ones he likes and the ones he despises. And he's not sure which one he should say. The one that his heart craves from way too long or the one that will be harsh truth tomorrow? He can imagine hundreds, millions of people not being 'okay' with this but this burning yearning he feels in his chest is something he can't ignore anymore.

Not when Noctis kissed him like this, giving him a small hope that there was something there that belonged only to Ignis...]

...it feels okay. More than okay.

[His fingers slide from Noctis' hair to his neck, wanting to kiss him again but patiently waiting to see Nocts' thoughts on this.]