nascere | LET'S PLAY {open post}

[ Would that he could stay here forever. It's too easy to get lost in this, to get distracted. Despite knowing better, he rests a knee on the bed, cupping Noct's face with both of his hands. This is the last one he tells himself, stroking his fingers over the line of his jaw, the curve of his ear, licking into his mouth with a little groan. Damn him for being so tempting, especially now, when he knows that he can do more good away but wants to stay, wants to make sure that Noct gets better as quickly as possible.

He knows that everyone else is qualified to help and that Noctis is in the best hands possible, but that doesn't mean that he likes it.

Another warm, lingering kiss after Noctis finishes speaking and then he pulls back, kissing the tip of his nose and then his forehead. ]

It's too late for that, you're terribly distracting. [ He scoots back before he gets distracted again, smoothing his fingers through Noct's hair to tuck it behind an ear. ] And unfortunate for them, I'm quite happily taken.

[ Prompto and Gladio may have their unique ways of negotiating capitulation when it comes to Noctis, and the king loves them no less -- he owes them his life, too, but the truth remains that Ignis is in an entirely different league altogether. Noctis might be cranky when Ignis gets into his fussing moods, but it's always been a part of what they've always shared, something he won't trade in for anything in the world.

He counts down the minutes with bittersweet longing, each one more precious now that it's slipping through his fingers. Soon, this bed will be cold and empty, and Noctis will sleep less comfortably than he ever had. He's grown so used to Ignis being within reach that his absence bothers him more than he will ever admit -- because all he knows is that he just has to say the word, and Ignis will dismiss the waiting ships without a second thought.

Stifling a murmur of protest when Ignis scoots back, he reaches out and gently captures him by the edge of his well-pressed collar, keeping him in place. Looking up at him under dark lashes, greedily taking in the elegant, sleek lines of him, the way the light plays off his incredibly handsome face, that sensuously full mouth, and the way those striking green eyes fix on him. His hand comes up to cup his face, weaker than he would like, but at least in a better state than the past few days.

Ignis' kiss is still warm on his lips, and Noctis is warmly mischievous as he comments. ] If the way you kiss is anything to go by, he's one hell of a lucky guy to have you.

[ He hadn't assumed that leaving would be easy, exactly, but he had figured that it wouldn't be much of an issue. Now, he feels ridiculous; despite knowing Noct will be fine, there's a part of him that wants to be greedy. They've all sacrificed so much to get to this point - to the point of negotiating stability with the sun shining down on them, but now that he has it, part of him wants to leave it to someone else and stay.

They'd lost ten years with each other and to lose another few days feels as if it's adding insult to injury, even if in the grand scheme of things he knows that they'll make up the time. Phone calls, he reminds himself, and stills when his collar is tugged. The idea of protesting it because it'll wrinkle doesn't even occur as he smiles down at him, painfully fond. ]

He's absolutely wonderful, you would quite like him. Terribly handsome and kind; it's all I can think about sometimes.

[ At least those ten years did teach him something: Noct would never doubt how much Ignis loved him. His phone vibrates, an alarm to let him know that he does need to be leaving soon and he sighs. ]

Try to stay out of trouble while I'm away, if you don't mind.

Trouble finds me, you know. Not the other way around.

[ Noctis grumbles good-naturedly, but the tips of his ears are pink at Ignis' praise, and he releases him when his phone vibrates, marking down the time that they have with each other. He has to go, and Noctis cannot ask him to stay. He leans up only for one last, soft kiss, before nodding. ]

Come back when you're done.

[ Come back soon, he doesn't add. And when Ignis leaves, Noctis settles, quietly unsatisfied, into his blankets. The next day or so passes at a snail's pace, too long and too slow, marked by Ignis' absence. But Prompto does a pretty good job at cheering him up, and the blessed few hours he spends in his company speeds by. But Prompto has work to do as well, and Noctis is loathe to ask him to stay -- he's been doing an excellent job training the new soldiers, and he's never been more proud of his best friend's accomplishments.

But then it's night time, and surely Ignis must have reached and settled down, gotten a few meetings out of the way, too, and he texts him. ]

Everything ok there?

Always.

[ Things are always easier when he's in the thick of it. It feels good to be busy, to know that he can handle this while Noctis rests. A little time away, doing something different is just what he needed. Gladiolus told him that he was doing too much - that he was training them to get compliant on him and while Ignis doesn't quite think that, there is a little relief in being not quite so immediately at hand and getting to come back. The time away does mean he gets to see how everything runs in his absence and can adjust accordingly while Noct is healing.

He dives into it with single minded determination and by the end of the first day, feels like he's accomplished something, which is a relief. It isn't a vacation by any means but they stop all meetings promptly at sundown and it isn't as if he has too much he can do from there. He answers emails, returns text messages and then realizes that without a kitchen he may as well go out somewhere nice. Noctis would likely come here in the next year for another meeting and he may as well find out what restaurants are good. The text message from Noct arrives and he snaps a quick photo with his phone to send to him. ]

Remind me to take you here the next time we're called here. I think you'd enjoy it. The day went remarkably well and I had a little time to go out. How are you feeling?

Are you having dinner by yourself?

[ But he appreciates the photo; it looks good. Upscale and elegant and very much Ignis' thing, and a part of him wonders just what kind of recipe he's going to cook up and bring home with him. The man's always had a talent for cobbling together these things just from a taste. ]

Better. Prompto came by today,
he showed me the list you gave him. You made a binder?

Tonight, yes. I made plans for the next two nights but wanted to take a night to myself.

[ Oh, come on. He thought that was going to take a lot longer to get back to him. He didn't make binders for everyone but he also didn't want Noct to get utterly bombarded with questions while he was gone. ]

I left a binder for administrative use and he has a section in it for reference, it isn't a whole binder for him specifically. It's simply to act as a resource.

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I read it. It's very detailed.

[ And sweet. And so Ignis it makes Noctis miss him more, and it's only been a day. He takes a photo of the binder open on his lap, and sends it to him. ]

I'd love to dine with you at that restaurant one day. Just you and me, and a whole night to ourselves.

[ Buy Ignis flowers. Wine. Kiss him in the candlelight. ]

I remember when getting you to read binders I made you was much more difficult.

[ It's actually kind of ridiculous how pleased he is by the change, and how he's flattered that Noctis complemented it. He'd spent a while on it and was glad that it was useful. ]

When I come back, we can get dinner somewhere inside Insomnia if you feel up to it. If this keeps going as well as it has been, I believe we'll come back here within a year. The hotel they've put our people in is quite nice.

[ He attaches a photo of that, too; Gladio had texted him earlier to ask how good the hotel was and to check in and Ignis had sent a picture of the pristine sheets, another of the gorgeous view of the city and a third of the box of chocolates from checkin. It was rare they stayed in nice hotels while traveling, and it wasn't like there were any during the ten years of darkness. In the Citadel, they were taken care of, but this feels ridiculously indulgent. All of them are sent to Noctis, along with a link to the hotel information for him to look at. ]

[ oh, look at that view. noctis is admiring the photos he's taking, wishing he's right there with him. they'd be there for work, of course -- but when the sun goes down it'll be their time, and no one else. ]

When you come back, I'll be back in fighting shape.

[ Hopefully. He's been trying to walk around some, today. ] Let's stay at that hotel next year,
too. Imagine all the chocolates I could feed you.

[ Seeing Noct up and actively doing everything again will be a relief beyond measure. That, plus the idea of taking Noct on an actual date makes him smile down at his phone. Getting back to a sort of normal and getting to spoil Noctis are both things to look forward to. ]

I look forward to it. Both you being in fighting shape and you following through on that idea. I think you'd like it here; the weather has been fairly mild and there are quite a few restaurants you would like. The shower is enormous, too.

[ He's smiling, too, because he's missed him. They've haven't done much more than kiss for the past couple of months, for obvious reasons, and now that Noctis is getting better, that little reminder is getting harder and harder to ignore. ]

Yeah? So there's plenty of room for the both of us to do whatever we want in it. It's a shame I can't be there with you right now.

[ They'd make such good use of that shower, that bed, by that window... No, he has to get it under control. ] They have the little soap bottles you like?

[ Things to look forward to, he thinks, because it is a shame that Noctis can't be there with him. It's a good dinner, but doing it alone after so many nights the last few years have been fairly group affairs is something of an adjustment. ]

Next time, I promise. They do, though it's a different brand that what I'm familiar with. Prompto was correct when he stated that you could tell how extravagant a hotel was based on how nice their soaps are.

Next time, I'll make up for tonight.

[ Because he will. Because Ignis has done so much for him that Noctis wants to do more for him in turn. He can't help the longing, and the fondness that wells up in him when Ignis talks about hotel soaps. He loves all this about him, the binder, the soaps, the dinners, and he plucks the pillow from beside him. Ignis' pillow, pressing it to his face and taking a deep breath. ]

Yeah? I can't imagine you smelling differently. I sleep with your pillow, you know.

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There's nothing for you to make up for, I promise.

[ This - being provided with a nice hotel and knowing that they could make time to come here again later - was amazing. They were lucky to be able to look forward to it, so he wouldn't let himself be disappointed that Noct wasn't here this time. Of course, a moment later the next text arrives and he shifts in his seat at the dinner table, cheeks warming as he rereads it. ]

Do you. I like the thought of that. I feel less apologetic about taking one of your hoodies on my trip, then.

[ Oh. Oh.

Noctis stares down at the text, Ignis' pillow tucked in his arm and against his cheek. He doesn't let go of it, because it does one hell of a lot to him that Ignis took one of his hoodies along, too. ]

The grey one? [ Ah, now at least he knows why he can't find it. ] Are you going to wear it?

[ Because that's going to be really, really hot. ]

[ He wraps and pays, taking leftovers back to the hotel with him. It takes him a bit to respond; it's not a long walk to the hotel but he orders a bottle of wine to be sent back up to the room when he arrives as it's still early. A quick glance at his phone shows no messages, so he can focus on preparing for tomorrow and reading everything he needs to about who he's going to be working with. ]

The very same. I'm going to change into it very shortly and I'm going to have a little wine while I go over everything coming tomorrow. It's positively decadent. I'd leave you one of my suit jackets but I'm afraid they're not nearly as comfortable, no matter how good you would look in them.

[ Hmm.

There is no text for the next few minutes -- Noctis is making his way, however carefully, to where Ignis keeps his shirts, well-pressed and ironed. He's taking off his own, which takes a lot of work and time, and is pulling on one of Ignis' just because he can, and he climbs back into bed again. Which may have taken one hell of a lot out of him, his body still struggling to recuperate.

But at least he's got it now. Twenty minutes later, he sends a photo: Noctis in one of Ignis' pinstriped white shirts, unbuttoned, exposing his pale chest and the large bandage -- but mostly the shirt. It's not a suit jacket, but it'll do. ]

Now it's your turn.

[ Of course Noctis would push himself. He resists the urge to sigh at his phone and instead lets himself into his room and toes off his shoes, looking at the photo with no small amount of affection and the slow curl of arousal sliding through him at the sight.

Well, that helps make that choice then. He settles down on the edge of the bed to text back and then starts unbuttoning his own shirt. ]

A good compromise. I like seeing you in my clothes. A moment and I will return the favor.

[ He's quick to get ready for bed, rinsing in the shower and then coming back out with his phone, dressed in Noct's hoodie. It rises high on his thighs due to how much taller Ignis is so when he takes a photo, Noct can clearly see the edges of his boxer-briefs. It's the male equivalent of one of the short party dresses. Normally, he'd wear a tshirt underneath and sweat pants, but that defeats the purpose of this picture so when he snaps it, it's without those. ]

I understand why Gladio opted to wear these so often on his days off.

Iggy, no talking about Gladio or Prompto when I'm one stretch away seeing the outline of your dick through your briefs.

[ Because he loves Gladio but Ignis is really, really fucking hot right now, so much so that it's making him squirm and deeply regret his decision to send him hours and hours away, so far out of reach and dressed so deliciously in his hoodie. It's fitted onto Ignis like a second skin, the man being taller and a little broader, and he takes a deep breath.

Shit, he's so turned on. Whenever Ignis opts to wear hoodies in the privacy of his downtime, he'd usually also opt for comfortable sweatpants, and depending on his mood Noctis would want to climb into his lap and demand attention. ]

You look so hot in my hoodie right now, Iggy. You sure you're planning to get work done tonight?

Ah, my apologies.

[ He's in a good mood, so he lifts his arms up a little, stretches, and then snaps that photo for Noctis so he can see that he's quite correct; Ignis was exactly one stretch away from Noct seeing the outline of his dick in his briefs. ]

As you do in my shirt. I was intending to work a little more, mostly just to review everything in anticipation for tomorrow. I can be convinced to delay it a little while.

[ He'd read it on the way here and was already fully familiar but he'd do a refresh the night before just for his own peace of mind. A delay wouldn't hurt anything, not when it was still before eleven. ]

[ He's saving that photo immediately, favoriting it, too, because damn if Ignis doesn't have one hell of a body, tempting and teasing -- all his but so out of reach. ]

What I wouldn't give to get my hands on you right now.

[ He types back in response. What he wouldn't give to be okay, to ravish Ignis to within an inch of his life, to do everything he aches to do to him, with him. ]

Maybe it's best I wasn't there, because I'd be taking all of that off you so quickly.

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[ Next time, Noctis will be here with him. Next time, they'll have more time and next time, he'll show Noct what he looks like in this outfit, because if he's this into a photograph, he'll probably be even more into it in person. Better still: seeing Noct in person, wearing his shirt like that. ]

You're on bedrest, Highness, though your approval is noted.

[ Just because he's a little mean, he unzips the hoodie down the rest of the way and lets it hang loose before snapping another photo, bare skin underneath the hoodie, the line of his briefs, fingers framing the thickening line of his cock in them. ]

You are awfully distracting. What would you do after I take it off?

[ This! Is! Not! Okay! This is so not okay and this is so very okay all at once because oh god everything feels like shit but he's damn sure that his dick's in perfect working order because guess what's coming to life with a vengeance.

Noctis takes one look at what Ignis sends, now fully convinced that he's been sent up from the ninth circle of hell specifically to torment him, and buries his face in Ignis' pillow to groan. ]

You do realize that when I get off to you, whoever changes the sheets tomorrow WILL know, right? And that this is the opposite of bed rest?

And if you take that shirt off, I'm ordering someone to prepare a ship so I can get to you, press my mouth to every inch of that chest and stomach, and work my way down to your briefs to see if I can't make you come in them just because.

[ He's laughing quietly at his phone, feeling mean but in the best of ways. While he waits for the texts, he hefts himself up onto the bed and then presses his hand against his cock, sighing quietly. His laptop is settled off to the side, open and ready for when he does actually start work.

When he gets the text, he stretches out, shrugging out of everything but his briefs and socks, which might not be that sexy but at least his feet aren't cold while he's sitting there. ]

Surely there's a sock if we're going to be juvenile about it, darling. I do miss you terribly; it's just not the same doing this. The hoodie smells like you but it's no replacement for the real thing.

[ Ignis cups his cock fully and sends Noctis the next photo, precome dampening the front of his briefs. ]

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