[ and they always will be friends. there's no question in that, no question in the fact that ignis will always, always be there for noct, nevermind that ignis has sworn himself to this. even if he hadn't, it seems unthinkable that he would ever stray. no, there will always be a noctis and ignis, whether it's in friendship or companionship or whatever it is they have now, a feeling so large and all-encompassing that words like partners or boyfriends seem disappointingly mundane. but he supposes that is what they are, not that they've really had time to discuss it in detail, and he can't help the flutter in his stomach or the burn of embarrassing fondness across his cheeks at the realization. he's not a lovestruck teenager, he swears.
but forgive him if he wishes he had been. he can't help but think of long days at the palace and late nights in his school apartment that could have been filled with this feeling, this warmth, if only he'd realized a little sooner what he could have had. of course this yearning waited to seep into the light only after they'd left the comforts of home and stepped out into a world that seems intent on making this impossible. perhaps that isn't fair to his younger self, though. he's not sure when these feelings really began for his bespeckled advisor, a young man built on strict principles and duty when they'd first met; he only knows with brilliant clarity the moment it all came to a head, his fingers curling around ignis's upper arm and his mouth seeking ignis's mouth in what could have been an irreversible mistake.
it has proven to be irreversible, but it's far from a mistake.
he clutches at ignis a little tighter as he's lifted into the air, a breath of satisfied laughter escaping him at the wonder of ignis's instincts, at his immediate decision to give noct exactly what he wants. he'll spoil him, for sure. atop the table, noctis settles his knees on either side of ignis's hips, encouraging him to press close. and close ignis comes, their foreheads falling gently together. there is a moment in which noctis can only listen to the sounds of their breath mingling before ignis pulls back enough to speak. ]
Please. [ his mouth pulls into a smirk for a moment. ] His majesty will take whatever he can get.
[ and he means that. ignis's nose and lips brushing the tender skin of noctis's neck would be enough if that's all they had the opportunity for. he'd been afraid to even dream about such small things just a few short weeks ago. it's enough.
until, of course, it's not. ]
Or... maybe something like this.
[ noctis draws back and lets his hands slide forward to frame ignis's neck, his thumbs brushing along the underside of his jaw. he leans to kiss him again, head tilting as he licks his way into the heat of ignis's mouth. ]
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but forgive him if he wishes he had been. he can't help but think of long days at the palace and late nights in his school apartment that could have been filled with this feeling, this warmth, if only he'd realized a little sooner what he could have had. of course this yearning waited to seep into the light only after they'd left the comforts of home and stepped out into a world that seems intent on making this impossible. perhaps that isn't fair to his younger self, though. he's not sure when these feelings really began for his bespeckled advisor, a young man built on strict principles and duty when they'd first met; he only knows with brilliant clarity the moment it all came to a head, his fingers curling around ignis's upper arm and his mouth seeking ignis's mouth in what could have been an irreversible mistake.
it has proven to be irreversible, but it's far from a mistake.
he clutches at ignis a little tighter as he's lifted into the air, a breath of satisfied laughter escaping him at the wonder of ignis's instincts, at his immediate decision to give noct exactly what he wants. he'll spoil him, for sure. atop the table, noctis settles his knees on either side of ignis's hips, encouraging him to press close. and close ignis comes, their foreheads falling gently together. there is a moment in which noctis can only listen to the sounds of their breath mingling before ignis pulls back enough to speak. ]
Please. [ his mouth pulls into a smirk for a moment. ] His majesty will take whatever he can get.
[ and he means that. ignis's nose and lips brushing the tender skin of noctis's neck would be enough if that's all they had the opportunity for. he'd been afraid to even dream about such small things just a few short weeks ago. it's enough.
until, of course, it's not. ]
Or... maybe something like this.
[ noctis draws back and lets his hands slide forward to frame ignis's neck, his thumbs brushing along the underside of his jaw. he leans to kiss him again, head tilting as he licks his way into the heat of ignis's mouth. ]