[ noct doesn't think it's such a crime to crave a motel room from time to time after so many nights spent huddled in tents on the hard ground, and he knows ignis doesn't either. but yes, he does expect the gentle mockery of actual disapproval. it's become something of a staple of living life out of the car and the complaining about living life out of the car. ]
Can I cast my vote for an actual bed? [ his brow quirks, asking a less than innocent question with a surprisingly innocent tilt to his mouth. he doesn't need silk sheets or marble floors; a mattress and blankets and pillows in a roadside motel are all he's asking for here. those and ignis, obviously, ignis being the most important part.
seeing ignis looking so— he's not sure of the word, sensitive? helpless? caught? whatever it is, it makes something light and airy blossom in noctis's chest even if ignis's cheek settles against his palm for only a moment. he's not entirely used to ignis slipping from his calm and collected exterior, and so it continues to catch him off guard even when they are so intimate, the feeling increasing tenfold by the fact that it's noctis that does this to him. it's noctis that coaxes this indulgence from him. add that to the list of things noct has to be proud of, proud and grateful. ]
I kind of like the idea of skiving. [ he says on a contented sigh. ] And you're only gonna have yourself to blame for that. [ he looks at ignis pointedly, like ignis should feel guilty for putting the idea of shirking responsibilities in noct's head. it's too late to take it back now, though.
any hint of smugness that shows on his face smooths out when ignis's lips graze his knuckles, and the relief that washes over him at the suggestion that maybe they have just a little more time is enough to pull a somewhat shaking breath from him, trying and perhaps failing to hide how deeply he's effected by the tenderness with a laugh. he hadn't picked up on the threat of eggs going to waste and so he's not positive he'll be any better at sensing the approach of gladio and prompto, even if prompto doesn't seem to know the meaning of the word stealth. if it's the difference between whether or not he can pull ignis close again though, then: ]
There's a chance.
[ noctis's hair has become properly disheveled; it only seems fair that noctis curl his fingers into the hair at the base of ignis's skull and lean into him again, deciding before their mouths can collide to tilt his head and kiss ignis's jaw instead, both returning the favor and testing whether or not this is actually a good idea. it's far too easy to lose himself in this. ]
HAHAH well i can see why they'd want to
Can I cast my vote for an actual bed? [ his brow quirks, asking a less than innocent question with a surprisingly innocent tilt to his mouth. he doesn't need silk sheets or marble floors; a mattress and blankets and pillows in a roadside motel are all he's asking for here. those and ignis, obviously, ignis being the most important part.
seeing ignis looking so— he's not sure of the word, sensitive? helpless? caught? whatever it is, it makes something light and airy blossom in noctis's chest even if ignis's cheek settles against his palm for only a moment. he's not entirely used to ignis slipping from his calm and collected exterior, and so it continues to catch him off guard even when they are so intimate, the feeling increasing tenfold by the fact that it's noctis that does this to him. it's noctis that coaxes this indulgence from him. add that to the list of things noct has to be proud of, proud and grateful. ]
I kind of like the idea of skiving. [ he says on a contented sigh. ] And you're only gonna have yourself to blame for that. [ he looks at ignis pointedly, like ignis should feel guilty for putting the idea of shirking responsibilities in noct's head. it's too late to take it back now, though.
any hint of smugness that shows on his face smooths out when ignis's lips graze his knuckles, and the relief that washes over him at the suggestion that maybe they have just a little more time is enough to pull a somewhat shaking breath from him, trying and perhaps failing to hide how deeply he's effected by the tenderness with a laugh. he hadn't picked up on the threat of eggs going to waste and so he's not positive he'll be any better at sensing the approach of gladio and prompto, even if prompto doesn't seem to know the meaning of the word stealth. if it's the difference between whether or not he can pull ignis close again though, then: ]
There's a chance.
[ noctis's hair has become properly disheveled; it only seems fair that noctis curl his fingers into the hair at the base of ignis's skull and lean into him again, deciding before their mouths can collide to tilt his head and kiss ignis's jaw instead, both returning the favor and testing whether or not this is actually a good idea. it's far too easy to lose himself in this. ]