nascere | LET'S PLAY {open post}

[ 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.

[ They've definitely earned this. Every step, every move and every sacrificed they made had led up to this, and even now a part of him is still afraid to believe in it, to know that in addition to bringing the daylight, they can have each other. Noctis hasn't actually planned for things to go this far, this well, as if every day that passed had been one on borrowed time.

He doesn't realize it until now that he finally, finally can have what he's always desired, happiness and bliss for himself and for Ignis, and his mouth trails down the elegant line of his throat, tracking kisses and little bites as he savors the shameless sounds the other man makes. How exquisite, how perfect; in here they are just two people hopelessly in love with each other, engaged and about to be married, and the knowledge of that is overwhelming.

When Ignis cups his dick and has a good grip on it, Noctis looks up. Now is probably not a good time to have a revelation, especially when he has two fingers inside of his lover, his dick in his hand, and the words Noctis Scientia knocking around in his head, so fucking hot that he swears he's going to march out after this and demand his name be changed despite the high probability of causing a constitutional crisis. ]

Iggy. [ He says suddenly, pausing, unable to keep his own emotions in check. Noctis had never really stopped to think about it -- had always kept on moving because that's what's asked of him, what a king should do. But now... ] Iggy, we made it, didn't we? All of this, everything we've done. I get to spend my life with you. It's... real, right?

[ Nobody will take this away from them, right? Noctis can finally have one good thing for himself, right? ]

[ When they were younger and Ignis was less disciplined, he had hated the idea of earning something based upon arbitrary standards that you couldn't ever fully understand if it wasn't documented. He hated the idea of spontaneity, of things happening without rhyme or reason. Sometimes, if he was good at his studies, he'd be given a surprise like ice cream afterward. There was never any indication as to why and it'd always irritated him fiercely; if he knew why he was being rewarded he could duplicate his actions and that would be that. Instead, he was left guessing.

Who would have thought that twenty years later, Ignis would be squirming on the fingers of his king, his husband to be and absolutely none of this is planned. With the introduction of Noctis into his life, spontaneity had followed. He realized why the teachers and his parents had surprised him with little things rather than letting him grow complacent, because he did the same thing to Noctis. His favorite dessert, a shirt he'd been eyeing at the mall, a thousand little gifts that cost no time or effort, really, but were noticed and Ignis wanted to give them to Noctis because he could. Because love wasn't just about meeting certain goals and checking things off a list; it was messy and strange and raw.

We made it, Ignis thinks, and eases the steady stroke of his hand on Noctis' erection, his free hand sliding up to cup the line of his jaw, stroking affectionately. ] We made it. We made it, we're here, we have a countless number of mornings for me to bring you breakfast in bed, to go to sleep with you and wake up to you in the morning.

[ Ignis presses a flurry of kisses to his cheeks, his forehead, his chin, his lips. An endless number of mornings to give him small surprises, to make sure that Noctis never doubts that Ignis loves him with everything that he is as a person. ]

[ Oh, that sounds so good. It sounds almost too good to be true, but all he has to do is look in Ignis' eyes to know that they're really doing this, that finally, this is reality instead of some wild fantasy they'd wake up from at any time. He rocks into him with a soft groan, leaning into his touch hungrily. He can't have enough of him, does Ignis know that? For all the little things that Ignis has poured into his life, the treats and the gifts -- it's Ignis himself that he treasures the most, his loyalty and love everything he's ever needed.

He kisses him back just as fiercely, passionately chasing after him before he gently moves his hand from his cock, removing his fingers to guide his dick inside of him. He nudges the head of it against that tight entrance; Ignis should be ready to take him with some help, and he guides Ignis' hand to his own cock instead, wanting to distract him from the inevitable discomfort. ]

And we have so many, many opportunities for me to make love to you. [ His words are a little strained -- it's hard to sound relaxed when you want nothing more than to fuck the man you love most in the world. Especially when he's just promised you everything you've ever wanted. ]

[ Ignis watches his king with the softest look on his face, drinking in the sight of him. It's not fair just how much he loves this man; he didn't think he was capable of loving someone else so much, so fully. Noctis has always had that effect on him, though; he pushes Ignis to be more, to achieve more, to experience a thousand things he'd never considered in the first place, all before lunch. They better each other, two halves of the same whole. ]

Yes, this, too.

[ Ignis doesn't laugh. Not because it isn't funny, not because he isn't terribly fond of Noctis, but because he doesn't have a bit of breath left to dedicate to the effort. Noctis' fingers withdraw and he murmurs his protest, but then, then Noctis is guiding the damp head of his cock, slick with precome and lube against Ignis' hole and pushing. It is always a little bit uncomfortable, but that's sex. He adjusts with a leg hitched around Noctis' waist, a hand braced on the bed to shift his weight a little bit and then melts into it, there's no other word for it. His own cock is forgotten, unimportant when faced with broad shoulders and too-blue eyes over him. Ignis cups his face with both hands after wiping one onto the sheets, and tugs him in for a kiss, as fierce as it is warm. ]

So many opportunities for you to spill coffee on the comforter when I bring breakfast. To -- aah, Gods, I forget sometimes just how good you feel inside me.

[ It's a casual but half-shocked little aside, Ignis' back arching, body twisting in a sinuous little stretch. Softly, with all the meaning he can pack into three little words: ]

I love you.

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