[ noctis has no intentions of wasting the last of their time; he mouths along the line of ignis's jaw, grip tightening just so in his hair, nails gently grazing skin. it's also quite obvious from the muffled mmm's that he's enjoying the scritching, even if it means he's unknowingly feeding into those cat metaphors.
ignis might feel him smile at the suggestion of a shower, in part because yes, one does not become truly aware of just how much dirt can find its way caked under fingernails or smudged on cheeks until the convenience of washrooms is in the rearview mirror, but mostly for other reasons. seeing as ignis barely ever seems to look anything less than immaculate probably attests to noct's theory that he has some other things in mind when it comes to hot water and porcelain tubs. a combination of anticipation and nerves sends a shiver through him despite the growing warmth of the rising sun. ]
Now you're talking. [ said against ignis's neck as noct works his way down a little, spurred on by the tilt of ignis's chin. his kisses are slow and lingering as he tests the waters, daring to nip when he's reached a spot that seems exceptionally tender. his teeth might have made more of an impression if it weren't for the knowledge that leaving marks would undoubtedly spark questions, and noct isn't sure even ignis could whip up an excuse for small and precise bruises on the swell of his throat.
he grumbles at the warning, managing to be lazy even in his irritation. he decides not to push their luck, though, catching the light sound of prompto's laughter not far off. ]
Too bad you're always right.
[ with this, he draws back, hands sliding away from where they touch, settling, almost sadly, in his lap as his legs free ignis from the temporary enclosure. he wets his lips, smiling carefully, eyes lidded in disappointment. ]
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ignis might feel him smile at the suggestion of a shower, in part because yes, one does not become truly aware of just how much dirt can find its way caked under fingernails or smudged on cheeks until the convenience of washrooms is in the rearview mirror, but mostly for other reasons. seeing as ignis barely ever seems to look anything less than immaculate probably attests to noct's theory that he has some other things in mind when it comes to hot water and porcelain tubs. a combination of anticipation and nerves sends a shiver through him despite the growing warmth of the rising sun. ]
Now you're talking. [ said against ignis's neck as noct works his way down a little, spurred on by the tilt of ignis's chin. his kisses are slow and lingering as he tests the waters, daring to nip when he's reached a spot that seems exceptionally tender. his teeth might have made more of an impression if it weren't for the knowledge that leaving marks would undoubtedly spark questions, and noct isn't sure even ignis could whip up an excuse for small and precise bruises on the swell of his throat.
he grumbles at the warning, managing to be lazy even in his irritation. he decides not to push their luck, though, catching the light sound of prompto's laughter not far off. ]
Too bad you're always right.
[ with this, he draws back, hands sliding away from where they touch, settling, almost sadly, in his lap as his legs free ignis from the temporary enclosure. he wets his lips, smiling carefully, eyes lidded in disappointment. ]