nascere | LET'S PLAY {open post}

[ There's no fight. There's nothing but understanding and quiet. Ignis thinks he's grateful for that, maybe, but mostly he's tired. A little sad. Determined. He can't ask Noctis to wear his ring until he fixes this. The ring's weight was difficult when he was trying to think about how to do it, but now it's even heavier with this added on top. It'll be worth it, he swears to himself, to Noctis. He'll make it work. ]

No one worth marrying. And I admit, I'm rather set on the idea of having the king to myself in the bedroom and by name.

[ A pause as he considers it, stroking his fingers down the line of Noctis' jaw, lips curving into a slow smile as the way he leans onto him shifts from because it's convenient to full of intent. That morning, he spends his time relearning all of the places that make Noctis shiver and break underneath him in the loveliest of ways, and that day and night he turns himself to work.

It takes a few solid months of effort, of research, but he's right about one thing. All men have a price. It may not be a monetary one, but men can be bought. He doesn't even want anything particularly nefarious, which helps. One month, he focuses on every single technological advancement he can manage, diverting funds where possible to ensure that Lucis has the capability to begin existing for a longer period of time if one of the territories decides to try and make a power play. Another month, it's agriculture. He references everything that Regis did because if there were an example of how to make a city entirely sufficient on itself with minimal help, it was him.

Things are still busy being rebuilt, but Ignis has an advantage in both the good will their efforts have borne and with the simple fact that Regis was nothing if not methodical and detailed. It's easy to spend his free hours dedicating himself to ensuring they rely on no one. No one can blackmail them into it, no one can strong arm them into it and the first man that tries, Ignis crushes neatly, a bug under his thumb.

The Council approaches him three times and each time he buys time until the third, where he spreads out the entirety of his work in such a small period of time and dares them to object. Even the one who he'd been concerned about accepts it, agrees, and later Monica tells him if this is what you do out of love for our king, I'd hate to see what happens when you do something out of anger for him.

Ignis smiles thinly, remembering the rush of pain and power from the Ring, and his utmost surety that he would use it to make Ardyn pay, to protect his prince with everything he had in him to see this through. It didn't end up well for the last man who went after Noctis.

Monica hums in response and tells him that if he does this now, it is a perfect time to plan for a wedding if they want to aim for the summer, warm and sunny. Maybe on the longest day of the year, she suggests knowingly.

Maybe. Ignis holds that idea in the back of his mind. As far as he can tell, Lucis is in as good of a place as it can be and anyone who could think to make a marriage trade has been handled in one way or another. He still loves Noctis as much as the day all of this began in their bed, the ring heavy, suddenly unbearable.

Now, he places the box on the breakfast tray with no hesitation (he'll eat later, he tells himself, unconsciously mirroring that day) and makes his way back to their room, the soft material of his sweatpants dragging against the floor where it hangs low on his hips. Unsurprisingly, Noctis is still asleep, covered in the mess of pillows and blankets Ignis left him tucked into. The tray is settled next to the bed and Ignis crawls under the covers to slide up and spoon against his back, stroking a hand over his belly while he lays gentle kisses at the nape of Noctis' neck. He's sleepwarm and perfect like this, all loose, lax lines. Ignis shoves cool fingers against his belly just because he's warm and there and tucks cold feet against Noctis' because what is love if not this? ]

I brought you breakfast.

Edited 2017-12-31 07:56 (UTC)

[ You're the only worth worth marrying, Noctis wants to tell him, but his words are swallowed up and swept away by the heat of Ignis' intent and his own answering passion. That morning, Noctis surges up against him, willing and eager and melting into him, crying out his name as he locks Ignis in his embrace, his love for Ignis anchored and whole. Noctis breaks and is remade in his lover's hands, and he leaves marks of his own on him as he unravels Ignis on his own terms, reaches in and wraps around him, swallowing him whole and making him his.

Noctis searches for ways tirelessly, and it takes months and months -- Ignis is shrewd and dangerously clever, his tactical machinations with the other territories and Nifleheim cementing his reputation as a man who is not to be crossed. The man is terrifying in his own right, Noctis has always known this, and woe to all that he has applied himself to. He receives reports and updates, holds up on his end of the effort to ensure that they have a clear path forward; his lover working in the shadows so that Noctis can move forward in the light, the both of them as much a team as they ever were, and there is not one day that passes that Noctis does not admire his incredible skill.

Even Cor Leonis had to take his hat off to all that Ignis has pulled together and achieved, setting up a viable blueprint for the future. Noctis sees little flaw in Ignis' plans, enacting them swiftly and adding his own touch to these initiatives -- after all, Ignis is not the only one in a hurry to wipe out these obstructions. He hears of a rebellion, crushed effortlessly under Ignis' heel, and he hears that the Ignis hadn't even paused to do it. To have such a man given over to Noctis is a privilege for both himself and Lucis, because slowly but surely Lucis gains the upper hand in negotiations, their self-sufficiency a deterrent towards others who were looking for an easy meal.

Cor Leonis tells Noctis that Ignis will make a terrifying enemy when crossed, and Noctis smiles when the man notes that he would dread facing off against him if the day ever comes, and Noctis has never been more savagely proud of Ignis and all that he has achieved for the sake of his king and their people. There is no one more worthy to be his partner, no one more suited to stand beside him for the good of Lucis, and surely the Council will see. Noctis remains steadfast in his support of his royal adviser's movements and initiatives, finds hope in what he does -- and before long Ignis is second only to the king, his word might as well be Noctis', and it is through the great respect he's earned from everyone present in the court that his word is obeyed and given weight.

On a fine morning like this one, Noctis is given over to sleep, soundly snuggled within the pillows and blankets, comfortable and tired out from the night before -- which is particularly terrible when his lover slips back under the covers with him, cold fingers and even colder feet pressed against the warmth of his belly and his feet respectively. Noctis whines, squirming against him in a cranky bid to slip away from where Ignis is snuggled. But there's a problem, he likes the kisses, the warmth of Ignis' lips against his skin. So what does he do? ]

You brought me popsicle hands and feet too. [ He grumbles and tugs at him so that he gets more of Ignis' arm and less of his fingers. ] Terrible.

[ Noctis is the best ruler that they could hope to have. Where Regis had worried that a shy boy would have difficulty growing into the man he needed to be to push forward through the darkest times, Ignis had watched him grow from someone that was shy and quiet to someone who commanded crowds through voice alone. The kind of man who led, who learned from his mistakes and made certain that everything he pushed for bettered his people.

No other king was on the ground so often, working with every single person that he could get to. No other king that Ignis could think of was as competent, as serious, as concerned about his people. No one else, after all, had sacrificed everything to get here. There's a list of reasons ten miles long as to why Ignis is so desperately, hopelessly in love with him, and the order changes daily, but that Noctis is the kind if king Ignis would follow into any situation itself speaks volumes.

The days get so busy he doesn't have time to style his hair most mornings. He doesn't want to give up any time he can avoid giving up with Noctis, so in order to have the extra call in the evening to adjust for time zones, Ignis gives up part of his morning routine and showers with Noctis in the mornings where he can. Usually there's a distraction of some sort, which means he has time to blow dry his hair straight, put something in it and hope for the best. That's probably where this morning is going, he hopes. ]

My deepest and most profound apologies, your majesty. [ He smiles into the nape of Noctis' neck, not meaning a word of it as he nuzzles in, petting over his side. ] The popsicle hands and feet will quickly be otherwise occupied if you wake up to eat soon.

[ That's really hot, does Ignis know that? It's really fucking hot to hear him say your majesty in that rich, low purr that does so many things to his libido and his wakefulness that he presses back against him, his hand coming to thread fingers through Ignis' colder ones, keeping him in place.

He's turning around to look at him blearily after a few moments of realising that Ignis definitely isn't going to leave him alone to sleep, and the smell of breakfast is impossibly tantalising. You'd think he'd get used to these morning cuddles and kisses, although today seems to be quite special, what with the breakfast and all.

His hair's falling over his eyes, Noctis notices, and he finally sits up, gently tugging his lover along with him so he can give him a good and proper kiss. ] How is it that you manage to always look so good in the morning?

[ Oh, he absolutely knows and he absolutely uses it to tease when he wants to. He gets the same thrill when Noctis looks at him and says sweetheart, every inch of him going warm, overwhelmed with it. Lazily, he traces a line where he'd sucked bruises along Noctis' throat, just under where his collar would fall and smiles, terribly pleased with himself. ]

I think you may be biased.

[ Just a touch, just like he is. Rather than try and start anything when breakfast is still hot, Ignis presses a kiss to his shoulder and then to the fingers that are twined together, after he's lifted them to his lips. ]

Before the meal gets cold. The blankets will still be here after, I promise.

Mmmph.

[ Noctis grunts listlessly, still struggling to shake sleep off. But Ignis is being so tender and sweet right now that coming awake isn't as massive an undertaking as it usually is. And it also really helps that he feels those fingers trace over where he remembers he'd left those marks last night, the lovebites that throb so delicately at his touch.

All right, all right, he's awake. Blinking, he squeezes his hand and untangles only to run his fingers over his jaw, mustering a soft, slow smile. ] You know I can't go back to sleep after you work your magic.

[ And oh, how gorgeous he is in the morning light, with the sun streaming in and those green, green eyes so warm with affection. He's reaching for the tray, taken by the food, but the tray has something new on it, too, a small box that doesn't belong there. Something sparking in the back of his mind, the young king reaches for it, curious. ]

Iggy? What's this?

I know.

[ Ignis doesn't sound mocking at Noctis' lack of desire to get up or his disgruntled noises. He can't not when Noctis not being a morning person is something that has existed since the start of their friendship and as the years have gone on, Ignis finds that he likes this part. This is why he bakes extra time in to both of their schedules. Little moments like this where things are uncomplicated and normal. Where Noctis is lazily lounging in bed like he deserves to be able to do. ]

You'll find my apologies as lackluster and non-existent as my guilt, I'm afraid, so I won't waste your time with them.

[ It's warm enough outside the covers that Ignis doesn't try to tuck them up around them with the meal. The sun lights the entirety of the bed up in shades of gold and Ignis is struck by it, by how good he looks and by how much he loves him. He wants to wake up to this face every single morning. If Noctis says yes, then they're one step closer. He's not...nervous exactly as he lets Noctis set up and reclines against the pillows at his side to take his coffee. ]

It's a question first and foremost, but afterward, I suppose it's physical evidence of the fruit of our labors.

[ He sets the tray carefully between them and opens the box, a tremor in his fingers because he has half a suspicion as to what it is. It's too small to store a key to a car, and this, isn't this what they've both been working towards, the question simmering in the back of their minds? Noctis has been dying to ask him this ever since they had that talk -- oh, exactly a year ago. It was a year ago, wasn't it?

Six, he'd forgotten the day, how could he have forgotten it? He had planned for something similar, too, but of late he had been wrapped up in the final negotiations with a few of the annexed cities that it had slipped his mind. The box is lavish but elegant, and when he opens it, his heart skips a beat.

It's beautiful. It's stunning, gleaming bright and obviously a lot of heart had been put into it. The detailing, exquisite, and Noctis can swear that this thing took a lot longer to make, and required one hell of a lot of precious raw materials. And then it clicks into place -- Ignis had been caught at the jeweler's because he's there for a reason, for this reason. Ignis is proposing to him, and Noctis cannot help a swell of joy, an elation so powerful that it takes his breath away. After all that they had endured, after everything they had gone through, finally, finally --

-- he frowns, and closes the box. ]

No.

[ They haven't talked about it, not properly how they probably should have but Ignis also hasn't made any secret of his efforts. They've been too busy to well and truly try to handle everything via conversation alone. Besides, the king had larger things to focus on than just this, and Ignis was just as much his shield as Gladiolus, just in a different way.

Noctis reaches for the box and Ignis resists the urge to say anything, instead taking a long, slow drink of his coffee while Noctis takes in the sight of it. No doubt he's putting everything together - all the times Ignis had been at the jeweler, the gossip articles about it. Ignis presses a kiss to his shoulder and then --

Oh.

That wasn't one of the anticipated reactions by any means. Ignis stills a moment, halting the knee-jerk reaction of disbelief and hurt and instead flattens a hand over one of Noctis' where he's closed the box. ]

What is it?

I'm supposed to be the one doing this.

[ He turns his head to nuzzle him, before gently extricating himself from him, his hand slipping from under his as he leaves the box where it is. He treasures it, he does, but all he thinks about now is how hard Ignis had worked for this, how he had sacrificed so many nights, relentlessly moving towards their unspoken goal.

He deserves a proper one. Noctis could do without -- if anything, he wants to give Ignis this, he wants to give him something to remember. Gingerly crawling off the bed so he doesn't upset the tray, he pulls open the drawer on his nightstand and fumbles with the secret catch, closing over the velvet box of his own. Determined, he's circling over to Ignis' side of the bed.

The king gets down on one knee before his beloved, the one man who had done so much more than anyone else in securing Lucis' position -- the one man who deserves so much and Noctis is going to work his whole life to give him, and he smiles, opening the box up to reveal the ring within, its own kind of lavish with skulls crafted of black diamonds. ]/small>

Ignis Scientia, Royal Chamberlain, Adviser, and second only to the King of Lucis, will you marry me?

I wasn't aware there were rules.

[ Oh, darling.

Ignis barely resists the urge to laugh slightly hysterically and gently shifts the tray over. He had a feeling that they were in similar boats and this only furthers his suspicions. Breakfast is moved to the end of the bed, his coffee settled on top and then he watches Noctis -- sleep rumpled, his hair an impressive mess of spikes -- circle around the frankly absurdly huge bed to kneel in front of him.

All of the prepared speeches, all of the ways he's thought about how this would go, all of it goes straight out the door, it doesn't matter. What does matter is that Noctis is living and breathing and earnest, holding a box with a ring in it. Ignis' heart clenches and for a moment he's overwhelmed with this, with everything. With the realization that they can have this, that everything they've been through has led them here. ]

Every single moment we've been through -- every hurt we've nursed, every difficult day we've pushed on through, has led us here. [ It's murmured quietly as he slides the ring onto his finger and then takes his and places it where it belongs, on Noctis' finger in turn. ] Everything, to get here. There's nowhere else I would rather be than by your side, Noctis Lucis Caelum. There's no one else I would rather spend every morning waking up to, no one else I would rather fall asleep beside. Yes. Forever, yes.

[ They look good. The rings on their hands, metal warm from skin contact, shining. He does laugh, now, helpless and happy, grabbing at Noctis to drag him into a kiss that he misses at first, landing on his cheek until he finds Noctis' lips and fixes it. ]

Hey, hey -- I was supposed to do that. [ Noctis laughs at that little speech, warmed and buoyed by the warmth in his eyes as he rises to press him back against the bed. The ring that's slid onto his finger is quickly warmed, a comfortable weight and presence on his hand, a pledge of what they are to each other.

Yes, he says, and he's tilting his head to correct the careless kiss, so very pleased and entertained by how excited Ignis is -- he deepens the kiss, tongue sliding against his and he's sure that he might have tipped something (coffee, maybe) over on the tray the way he so enthusiastically claims his husband-to-be's mouth. ]

You're gonna marry me. [ He breathes in between kisses, twining their hands together so the rings press up against each other. ] Ignis Lucis Caelum, imagine that.

I couldn't help it.

[ He wanted them on as soon as possible. It's nice, not dreading the idea of putting a ring on. Noctis rises and pushes him into the plush covers and sheets and Ignis falls back easily, his legs parting like it's instinct, like his body knows that this is right where Noctis belongs.

Behind them, off to the side, he hears a click and a thud and thinks that something's fallen over but the importance of it pales in comparison to winding his hands into Noctis' hair, pressing eager, hungry kisses against his mouth while his thighs bracket either side of his waist. ]

I'm going to marry you. [ He looks at their hands feeling dizzy with the promise of it, with the possibilities presented. ] Noctis Scientia, perhaps, for when you want to take a break from being the king.

[ Noctis Scientia, oh, by the Six that name gets him so hot he's just pushing the tray further away, climbing onto the bed and securing himself above him, one hand on the bed beside his head, the other palming down his chest, down into the elastic of his sweatpants (it's terrible how Ignis manages to look so perfectly stunning even in sweatpants, what the hell), curling his hand around his cock.

There, there they are. It looks like they're starting something, after all, and their now coffee-logged breakfast is going to get cold. He doesn't care; all he cares about is having him. Gently pushing off his glasses and setting it neatly aside, he's grinning. ] I like that. Noctis Scientia. Take your pants off for me, mister. You're not going to be needing them for what I'm about to do to you.

[ He does laugh this time, loud and open, like he used to over ten years ago, like Noctis is reteaching him how to do now. Noctis climbs up on top of him like a particularly determined octopus, hands everywhere and Ignis does his best to try and return it, stroking his hand down the line of Noctis' spine, cupping his ass appreciatively. The hand between his own legs gets a low, throaty little groan of approval. ]

It's a good name. [ Better, because it's Noctis' mixed with his, just in the way that his sounds better when mixed with Noctis.

The glasses are settled off to the side and Ignis stretches languidly underneath him, just because he can, his hands obediently going to divest himself of his sweats. They pool on the ground in a pile and for once he makes no attempts to try and fetch them again. ] Noctis, I brought you croissants.

[ He pronounces it with that extra little flourish, the same way that he does just because it makes Prompto laugh and call him pretentious. A quick glance at them reveals they're no longer crisp and buttery but soaked in his coffee. ]

Move that off of the bed or I won't let you do anything to me in the near future.

Yeah, well, I'm going to touch your croissant.

[ Noctis teases his accent, because damn it really is pretentious and Prompto is so right. And also because they're terrible together, they really are, no one should allow them to be married because this is what happens. He's riding high on Ignis' laughter, loving how he sounds and musing that he hasn't heard that in so, so very long. The dedicated octopus is snagging the tray, accidentally spilling some coffee onto the covers, but it's finally set on the floor. It takes some creative maneuvering and Noctis getting off of him, but he's back on him in record time, peeling off his own briefs because he wants those hands right on his ass, please and thank you.

Kissing his nose, then his mouth, angling their hips so that he gets to curl his hand around both their cocks as he grinds up against him, sliding against his, he knows that he wants more than anything to be inside him, to celebrate what they've made for each other. He's moved, he's so deeply in love that he would die happy if his life ended right now, right here in his beloved's arms. They're going to need a change of sheets and new breakfast after, but he doesn't care.

This is what he needs, this is everything that he needs right now. ]

[ Ignis doesn't bark out a laugh because that would be undignified, but it's a damn close thing. Faux-scandalized, he touches a hand to the center of his chest and watches those briefs get tossed onto the ground in turn. ]

Is that a promise or a threat, Noctis Scientia?

[ The tray is moved aside, one catastrophe averted which means he doesn't feel any guilt when he arches up into the next kiss eagerly, hungrily, his hands already wandering. Since Noctis' hand is quite occupied between them, hot and rough against the thick swell of his cock and Ignis' own, he takes to exploring all that newly bared skin. Both hands squeeze at Noctis' ass just because he can, because it's a nice one and because it'd be a shame to let it go unappreciated and then they wander up, stroking over the scar on his back, the knobs of his spine, threading in his hair to pull firmly and tug him into another kiss that's borderline messy, but ultimately perfect. ]

A summer wedding. [ When they break for air, Ignis whispers it into his mouth between a sigh and a moan, Noctis' hand on him perfect. ] On the longest day of the year, maybe. And then I'm going to steal you away somewhere -- maybe with a beach, with fishing.

What's the word for promise and a threat?

[ Noctis asks him cheekily, squirming with pleasure at that name. Oh, he really, really loves that name -- and he probably would've demanded for it to be changed if he isn't that certain that it would cause a constitutional crisis that they're better off not dealing with. Also, he quite fancies Ignis Lucis Caelum, too, and he whispers that wickedly in his ear before that that ass-squeeze makes him gasp.

To think, Noctis had refused to let him run his hands down in his spine in the earlier days of their relationship, self-conscious when shirtless before him. The scars had been ugly, an unsightly thing that Noctis had always tried to hide, but now; now he shivers when he strokes over it.

He kisses him back just as passionately, and trails his mouth down his throat when Ignis talks about summer weddings, and more importantly, fishing. He can do with everything else but he likes the idea of getting to fish, and he groans softly, tightening his grip on their dicks and rocking up into him. ] 's only a few months away, Mr. Lucis Caelum. [ Also, because all blood's gone right to his cock: ] Where's the lube?

I'm certain there's a specific word for it.

[ Ignis says and he's terribly earnest, but utterly distracted when he realizes that all of this means that Noctis will, effectively, take his name. It's not that he has any strong attachment to his name; it's just a name, the same as Noctis' is, but it's the meaning behind it. Pleased, Ignis squirms when the variation is mentioned, flushed and happy beyond all reason.

The good thing about being so hugely in the public eye is that they'll have to have a wedding and a honeymoon that is displayed for the masses. What it means is that after-- after they can have what's meant just for them. Maybe, he'll ask Noctis to marry him in a small courthouse and with just one person to witness, or at the very least, those most important.

After, they'll have to have the wedding that is meant for everyone else, that is for public consumption. But this....this they can save for themselves.

This is theirs. Ignis squirms under the heat of Noctis' mouth, throat bobbing with another swallow and a laugh, fucking up into the hand cupping his too-hard dick. ] Drawer, drawer, come now Noct, it's not moved since we last used it, hurry.

Why the hell do we keep putting it back in the drawer?

[ Noctis complains, stretching above him to reach for it, fumbling to open it again and wrestle it out, which is a lot of work when you have the most stunning man in Eos writhing and thrusting up into your hand and demanding that you fuck him quickly. Which, really, Noctis more than wants to live with for the rest of his life.

He doesn't care for the spectacle they have to put on for the masses -- all that matters is what he has with Ignis, and logistics for the wedding are at the last on his mind (he's definitely up for a small, intimate ceremony, and maybe he could take Ignis out on the water after that). Right now he's popping open the tube and smearing out a generous amount, tossing the tube aside and slicking up his dick with a low groan. ]

Are you always this impatient? [ He's teasing, reaching down to spread him open, two fingers pressing between those tight, firm cheeks, index finger lightly breaching him, fingertip nudging inside in a bid to be gentle. ]

Because Cecilia is a perfectly lovely woman who no doubt understands that we get up to certain activities and no doubt endorses it, but I, ah, like to pretend there's a level of separation, there.

[ While Noctis' hands are occupied with more important tasks such as fetching the lube and touching him, Ignis splays both hands over his chest, over the steady beat of his heart and lingers there a moment. It's not particularly sexual but it is intimate, in a way and he smiles lazily as his hands slide down.

By the time Noctis has obtained the lube, Ignis' hands have stroked down the front of him, palms sliding over his nipples and he's spread his thighs to the point of muscles burning faintly. Good is the feeling of him with his legs hitched around Noctis' waist.

Positively amazing is the sensation of his legs hitched up around Noctis', heels digging in, greedily pressing him close as two fingers push into him. His back arches with a throaty little groan and he does his best to relax, to make this as easy as humanly possible, not bothering to hide the throaty, approving noises as Noctis' fingers sink into him to the knuckle and fill him. ]

Am I impatient he asks, as if the king doesn't expect his whims to be obeyed on a a whim.

You need to stop talking about other people when I'm about to fuck you.

[ Because just no, Iggy. He especially doesn't want to know about other people knowing that they have a very exciting and vigorous sex life, no matter his proclivity for semi-exhibitionism. It's one thing to get off on the risk of being caught; it's another thing entirely to know that other people are thinking about you and your other half making the beast with two backs.

But he's grinning, feral and predatory when he hears those lovely, approving noises. He gets off to Ignis' enjoyment, basks in it shamelessly as he moves above him, slick finger sinking deep at his bidding. And oh, oh, fuck he's so good and tight and hot, taking him in so greedily that he swears he'll lose his mind when his dick finally gets to press inside him. He's always good like this, inciting the most primal of responses, and his other hand comes to urge his thighs higher, opening him up nicely.

When one finger is completely inside, he tries with the second, testing the waters and kissing him deeply. Relax, he wants to tell him, smiling against his mouth -- but he supposes Ignis already knows. ]

[ It's visceral, instinctive, to want to thank Noctis for the attention he's being paid. It's also utterly ridiculous; it isn't as if Noctis hasn't been knuckles deep in him before, hasn't been cock deep in him before, but this feels...different. They weren't engaged. This is new, and strange in the utterly best of ways.

Ignis parts his thighs wider and sinks back into the ridiculously soft fluff of the pillows around him, torn between thinking that he doesn't need such niceties and that the king of Lucis is entirely welcome to them. Of course, a few moments later, it isn't as if it matters.

One finger sinks into him and it's good, Ignis can press kisses to his cheeks and the bridge of his nose and shiver with it. Two, slick and searching and he squirms underneath, breathless and approving, clenching hot around the fingers inside him. He's not slick and open like he would be had they done this last night, but it also doesn't matter. Nothing matters - he loves Noctis more than anything else in the world and he isn't inclined to wait. Not when two fingers in and a tongue between his lips is so perfect he could expire.

He isn't the type of romantic who thinks my body was made for you but he is the sort who parts his thighs and rolls his hips up into exploratory touches, moans swallowed between kisses. If his body was made for Noctis', it'd make sense as to why he's driven crazy by just a few moments of slick fingers and promise. Murmured into Noctis' mouth like a promise, a confession: ]

I want to feel it.

[ This feels different because it is different, it's everything he's ever wanted and more -- and perhaps their engagement lends their coupling a significant potency now that they're promised to each other, pledged to spend the rest of their lives together. Ignis is lovingly pliant and eager, rousing Noctis' fiercer instincts, possessive and dominant. Two fingers in and he's practically mewling for it, moans swallowed against Noctis' hungry mouth, and he smiles.

Ignis is magnificent like this, and he presses down into him generously, fucking him with his fingers in long thrusts to make sure he's accustomed to him. There is a pleasure in having him so tight and hot, slicking him up inside and knowing that Ignis is enjoying every moment of it. He growls softly at that confession, every word of that going right to his dick -- surely Ignis must know the effect he has on him, how Noctis would do anything for his sake, how he would give him the world if only he asked. He's buck-wild underneath Noctis and it's the most beautiful thing he's ever beheld, and even in this he doesn't stop teasing him, playful and wicked. ]

What do you want to feel, sweetheart? My fingers or my cock? [ He's not given over to dirty talk often, but years of them doing this together has cultivated a particular proclivity in Noctis, something buried that comes out only in moments like these, when his own self-control is nearing tatters, fraying rapidly in the face of Ignis' unfettered desire. ]

[ To think, this is what they survived everything for. He had fought and killed and pushed his way through the ten years of dark with determination, a little spite and hope that whatever they were willing to do to get to this point would be worth it. It was, a thousand times over, of course. The world was saved and the darkness vanquished. Noctis lived to see another day. He'd just sort of assumed that he'd serve at his side where and when possible and that would be that, but to have this -- to be spilled back on the bed with his lover, his king bent over him, sleep-rumpled and wonderful, means more than he can say.

We've earned this, he thinks, and tilts his head back, baring the pale column of his throat while he twists and groans underneath him. He's earned the right to let moans spill from his throat unchecked, earned the right to pretend that they're just two people about to get married rather than the men they are; he can let himself go a little, can't he? ]

Both. [ Ignis sighs the word into the next kiss, well aware he ought to move, ought to return the favor, so one hand slides down and cups Noctis' cock, sliding over it slickly as he tightens down onto Noctis' fingers with a wicked little smirk, thighs trembling. ] Anything my king wants to give me, anything Noctis Scientia wants to give me.

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