nascere | LET'S PLAY {open post}

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.

Edited 2017-12-24 07:13 (UTC)

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.

Edited 2017-12-24 09:51 (UTC)

[ 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. ]

[ Noctis is also very aware of the fact that Ignis should be aware what it does to him when he says things like 'darling' in the context of things like this. Because he's impossibly turned on and it only takes seconds to ease down his pants and kick off the blankets (he'll probably regret that later but whatever). ]

I miss you too. But I'm going to use your sock for that, and you're going to be sorry.

[ he decides that he might as well get all up into this, because trying to focus on gross things like Marlboros kissing don't actually have an effect on wilting that boner the way it used to.

And he blames this on Ignis. ]

That's you missing me, huh? Did you reach in and touch yourself while thinking about my mouth on your dick, or did it just happen that way?

[ He's taking a video (yes, a video) of his own dick now, legs spread shamelessly, halfway obscured by pants, but look how he's so hard, the head of his cock glistening, and how he's absently thumbing at the foreskin. Then he chooses to make a small, soft noise he always makes when Ignis touches him just right: ] Show it to me. Let me see you. I want to see you get off.

Edited 2017-12-25 09:54 (UTC)

[ Oh, he's quite aware. Ignis is downright smug about it, waiting for the response back and when it happens, he's endlessly pleased by it. His poor sock is a casualty of war, it seems, but that's fine, it'll be washed by the time he's returned.

Then a second text message and oh, he misses Noct so fiercely it's like a physical pain sometimes. Ignis pushes his hand down his briefs and starts stroking himself idly, light, fleeting touches as he reads over it and thinks about it, about the wethot heat of Noctis' mouth, about the way he looks on his knees, flushed and hair mussed, taking Ignis' cock into his mouth.

Video next, his phone buzzing with the addition and Ignis breathes out unsteadily at the sight of him, flushed and curved into his hand. Fair's fair, he supposes and flicks video on. It's not his face, but it's a nicely framed shot of his cock after he pushes his briefs down to his thighs, idly jerking himself off. ]

I miss the noises you make; video and calls don't do it justice. And yes, I was thinking about your mouth on my cock - a very specific image, actually, of you on your knees in front of me, the way your hair gets mussed when I push my hand through it and use that to guide you into taking whatever I want to give you.

[ There's a pause and hitched breath as he strokes over his balls, shuddering and then his tone changes: the same as it gets in battle, or when Noctis wants him to control where things go that night. ]

Call me.

[ Except it's too late for a sock now. Sock means he has to get his ass to the other side of the royal chamber to get it and back again. Sock means tearing his eyes away from what Ignis presents and he's too hungry and greedy for him to care. They might be together, but they have too much to make up for, and Noctis is damn near insatiable.

He didn't cheat death just so can he can live out his days finding out just how long he can go without touching Ignis, thanks.

Something changes, and he can sense it immediately -- as if his video file's flipped a switch somewhere. Ignis' voice takes on a command that makes him shiver, his cock twitching with interest. That low sultry command, edged with undeniable dominance is one of Noctis' favorite voices, and suddenly what he sends him in return isn't enough.

He wants to see his face. He wants to touch him, to sink into his arms and press up to Ignis, to possess all of his attention, his favor, his praise, to do the same to him because it's how they always are together, each an equal of the other.

He calls him immediately, sets him on video and lets him see what he does to him, heart pounding with anticipation and powerful longing. Eyes lidded and a dark, dark blue, lips parted and cheeks flushed a dull red, Noctis makes no secret of his desire, his grip tightening around his cock. The king on his knees, worshiping his lover, mouth and tongue laving over every inch of him. ]

I want you down my throat, Iggy. Remember when I swallowed you whole, when you fucked me that way and I swallowed every drop. And I still couldn't get enough of you.

[ Come home, he wants to say, but he doesn't. He didn't think he would miss him quite this much. ]

[ Ignis waits patiently for the call because of course Noctis will call. He promised to call at night and while there's a time difference, Ignis is used to operating at odd hours and it doesn't bother him. The ringtone barely sounds when Ignis thumbs over it and turns video on; he's settled against the bed still, watching the camera with a lazy, warm little smile and there's a glass of wine next to the bed.

Truthfully, this could be enough. He doesn't always need to come to feel fulfilled when they're together and even now, the idea of watching Noctis get himself off while Ignis tells him how to do it would be enough. Being home, being able to touch and taste and worship him in person would be the most ideal, of course, but beggars, choosers. ]

You look lovely.

[ Ignis takes a slow drink of his wine, making a show of it: the way he swallows, throat bobbing, the way he licks over his bottom lip when the red lingers there. Part of him feels ridiculous for it but the rest of him shoves that down, focuses on the way Noctis is looking at him, even through the frankly mediocre camera. This is easier than dwelling on everything before, on nearly losing Noct. This is close enough to a sort of normal that he relaxes into it, sighing as he settles the wine to the side and starts stroking himself again. ]

I do. I remember how well you took it, how eager you were. How good you looked on the floor, on your knees, waiting for me to give you that. Show me your cock, Noct. Show me how much you miss me.

So do you.

[ And he means every word of it, when his lover's image blessedly spans itself over his phone, the video call connected. It gives him the privilege of watching the delightfully elegant way he licks his bottom lip, the flash of pink tongue a tantalizing thrill that goes right to his already straining cock. And oh, oh, what he wouldn't give to chase that drop of wine with his tongue, to pursue it between parted lips, to sample the tangy aftertaste, the wine ripe on his tongue.

He doesn't care for wine, really, but mingled with Ignis' taste, well, Noctis can never have enough. He looks back at him, eyes dark and full of purpose and promise -- this is what they have together now, and it has to be enough, at least until Ignis comes home and seals the distance between them. He takes a deep breath and calms his racing nerves, his wild impulses. He's shifting the phone, spanning it down his face, his chest, stomach and flat abdomen down to his cock, thick and long and jutting up, leaking pearls of pre-come and slicking up the ridged underside of his shaft.

It takes some skillful maneuvering, Ignis' pillow tucked between his legs, the phone propped up on it so that Ignis has an excellent view of his full, flushed-dark cock, his heavy balls and the barest glimpse of a pink puckered bud inches below, and beyond his genitals, his face. Longing is written over every fine feature, the mildest downturn of the side of his mouth -- there is where he is most missed, broadcasting an ache only Ignis could resolve and quell. ]

I'm one stiff breeze away from coming all over this bed. [ Noctis grumbles, as if it's par for the course that he's so shamelessly positioned, spread open and ready to be taken -- if only his beloved isn't thousands of miles away. ] I'm thinking of you, Iggy. I'm thinking of how much you enjoyed taking charge -- and how I love that about you.

[ He takes his time, forces himself not to rush, because he wants this to last. ] Do you see this? [ He rubs his thumb up and down the thick vein of his cock, teasing him. ] I got so hard just sucking you off, just like this. And if I didn't come when you did -- oh, remember how I fucked you?

Mn.

[ It's an amused hum, an acknowledgment of Noctis' response more than anything else. Delicately, he takes a ridiculously fluffy hotel pillow and settles it under his knees, phone resting back against it so it gives a full view of his cock pressing against his belly, his chest, his face. It's not perfect, but it's better than nothing. The important thing is everything is visible, which means that when he starts stroking himself, Noctis gets a perfect view of it.

Consequently, Ignis also gets a perfect view of Noctis, spread out on the bed, on the curve of his cock, his balls, and his mouth fucking waters, aching for it. A few weeks seems like nothing when played against ten years of darkness, but right now, seems like forever. ]

I'd apologize, but I'm afraid we both know I wouldn't mean a single word of it. Watching you needy and wanting against the sheets is something I don't imagine ever apologizing for.

[ Noctis' finger strokes up the underside of his cock and he wants to trace that line with his mouth, his tongue, wants to swallow Noctis down until he chokes and is overwhelmed with the smell and taste of him. Later, later. For now, he holds his wine glass in one hand and his cock in the other, fingers trailing down to smooth over his balls and then ease back up, palming over the slick head. ]

I remember. The noises you make - the way your voice sounds when you're lost in how good you feel. If I were there, I'd spend an hour just wringing those noises out of you all over again, opening you up with my tongue and fingers and then my cock. You always look good, but I admit I'm particularly fond of the sight of you fucked out and taking whatever I deign to give you.

[ It definitely seems like forever, and Noctis' eyes are dark with yearning, unfettered and shameless. Ignis brings out the best and worst in him, inspires everything that's sinfully shameless, and Noct is just as greedily taking him in.

Look at him, this creature so lovely, so alluring that he has to bite his lip, struggling to show restraint. He's spent hours worshiping Ignis' body, ravishing every inch of him with his full, undivided attention. He remembers how Ignis' skin feels, smooth and warm, ridged with the occasional scars but Noctis had loved them all the more.

He loves him ferociously, recklessly, and there is no better reminder of that than now, when he's laid out before him, a magnificent work of art. Gaze tracing over the movement of his hand, itching to replace that with his mouth, Noctis is almost too distracted to register those sinfully sleek words, designed to pretty much go right to his dick and drive him mindless with pleasure.

Ignis has always had a talent for this, a gift for undoing another, and he utters a soft, low whine in the wake of all the lurid images and memories he inspires, igniting desire anew. His perfect view of his lover's dick, so thick and full and incredibly perfect that it inspires a passionate, playful boldness.

He's adjusting himself now, moving to get on his hands and knees, giving Ignis quite the view of his ass, firm and tight, balls still heavy, his cock hanging downwards, a smearing against the covers. It takes awhile, Noctis still weak from his injuries but he's nothing if not stubborn, arms trembling as he braces himself, exposed to full view.

Ignis likes fucking him, doesn't he? So here he is, Noctis presenting himself to him like he's his own private whore, fingers coming to spread himself for his view, that tight little ring of muscle just for him. ]

Is this what you want, sweetheart?

[ Endearments still don't come easily to him, but Noctis likes using it from time to time. ] Because I want so much to take your cock inside me all over again. I'm dying to milk every drop out of you when you fuck me so hard that I can't breathe.

[ He looks back at him over his shoulder, a wicked glint in his eye and a tug of a smirk on his mouth. Noctis might be recovering, but like hell he isn't going to tug a reaction out of his unflappable lover. ]

You want to use me when you come home, don't you? [ He strokes over his hole, gently easing it open just a little, a promise. He utters a shamelessly audible sound of pleasure, thumb pressing just inside of himself, light and tentative, more for Ignis' consumption than his own. ] All your come inside me, down my thighs. I'll take everything you give me, and I'll beg you for so much more.

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