[ noctis does not have much in the way of experience either besides the kind of fumbling that tends to occur in campus closets with fellow students that don't count on a future with a prince, just hunting for a few heavy kisses and wandering hands that they might recount later to make their friends swoon. the few times it happened had been enough for noctis, just enough to satiate bothersome desires that got in the way of remaining more or less detached from the social conventions of public schools.
this is not that. he doesn't feel like he's trying to live up to an expectation and he doesn't feel like they're only trying to build up to a specified end. the emphasis here is on touch, on knowing one another, on trying to put into action what they can't quite manage in words yet. he moves on instinct rather than reasoning, and that's a shocking concept compared to what he'd had before. not quite so shocking as the way the word anything slips through ignis's lips, like he's shattered glass held together by noctis's hands, each kiss another hairline fracture. he doesn't seem scared to break, though. it seems to noctis that ignis feels as safe with him as he does with ignis, and that alone is enough to send another skittering cascade of shivers up his spine.
yes, he knows ignis will do anything. he hopes he will not have to ask so much.
it's all he can do to answer with a hum of approval as breath catches in his throat, words lost with the stomach flip that follows the drag of ignis's fingers in his hair and the tender marring to his bottom lip that grows more focused, more ardent as ignis sets his mind to it. his ability to take cues is impressive, and noct is unlikely to forget it. his hands slide up ignis's sides in a featherlight reward, hiking his shirt higher as noctis's legs curve to rub against the back of ignis's thighs, dispelling all space between their hips if there was any left to spare.
he almost wants to say anything might be a little too much this early in the morning, but the thought required for structuring coherent sentences is becoming less and less important. it's much easier to say ignis's name, and so he does, the delicate break in his voice on the first syllable alluding to a measure of difficulty he hadn't foreseen. ]
honestly where are the kissing icons
this is not that. he doesn't feel like he's trying to live up to an expectation and he doesn't feel like they're only trying to build up to a specified end. the emphasis here is on touch, on knowing one another, on trying to put into action what they can't quite manage in words yet. he moves on instinct rather than reasoning, and that's a shocking concept compared to what he'd had before. not quite so shocking as the way the word anything slips through ignis's lips, like he's shattered glass held together by noctis's hands, each kiss another hairline fracture. he doesn't seem scared to break, though. it seems to noctis that ignis feels as safe with him as he does with ignis, and that alone is enough to send another skittering cascade of shivers up his spine.
yes, he knows ignis will do anything. he hopes he will not have to ask so much.
it's all he can do to answer with a hum of approval as breath catches in his throat, words lost with the stomach flip that follows the drag of ignis's fingers in his hair and the tender marring to his bottom lip that grows more focused, more ardent as ignis sets his mind to it. his ability to take cues is impressive, and noct is unlikely to forget it. his hands slide up ignis's sides in a featherlight reward, hiking his shirt higher as noctis's legs curve to rub against the back of ignis's thighs, dispelling all space between their hips if there was any left to spare.
he almost wants to say anything might be a little too much this early in the morning, but the thought required for structuring coherent sentences is becoming less and less important. it's much easier to say ignis's name, and so he does, the delicate break in his voice on the first syllable alluding to a measure of difficulty he hadn't foreseen. ]