[That's what he liked about Gladio- enough sensibility and tact to handle him. Ignis honestly wouldn't know what to do with himself if Gladio wasn't around to ground him.
His face was pleasantly heated from the drink, but now it's flushed as Gladio lists off everything he planned for them to do. A penthouse suite, his favorite foods and a promise that he'll eventually pass out from pleasure in Gladio's arms. Sounds like a fairytale, but it's Gladio so he will do all of it.
...they can watch mariachi on TV.]
I love the sound of that, [he says quietly with a small smile, head tilting up to look at him, pressing a soft, short kiss in the corner of Gladio's lips.]
( gladio's going to try his best to salvage the rest of the day and make sure ignis has a good time. (a great time, if he could (and would) be so bold.) yeah, it's just a birthday and some people don't care much about them — gladio's one of them, the day doesn't really matter to him — but this is ignis and he wants to make sure the day is unforgettable.
before ignis can get away, gladio shifts so he can catch his lips for a lingering kiss. it only serves to whet his appetite for ignis. )
[Ignis isn't a celebratory person either, but he uses it as an excuse to drink and not be questioned about it. But Gladio always makes things unforgettable- Ignis remembers all the things that Gladio did for him- birthday or no. He's just that kind of guy.
He softly sighs into the kiss and gives him another one and reluctantly pulls away. He'd love to continue here but it's public and Ignis can't just straddle him here on the bench.]
Let's not waste time. Ah, I'm bringing the rest of the wine. [He's intent on emptying the entire bottle today. He won't get drunk but- he will be more playful with right company~]
( well, if gladio doesn't do things for ignis, no one else will, including the man himself. he's as stubborn as he is attractive and gladio knows how he is by now. he never takes any time for himself (and, unfortunately where they're always going to disagree: he spends too much time coddling noctis), so gladio has to strongarm him into it sometimes.
he doesn't feel guilty about it.
anyway. there's nothing saying that ignis can't straddle gladio's lap right now. gladio sure wouldn't complain about it, not even a little bit. and he's half a mind to tug him over to do just that, but, they're in public and ignis has more class than gladio does. so, he just offers a boyish sort of grin that speaks for itself as he pushes to stand up and holds his hand out for ignis to take. )
Don't get too drunk off of it, I got some really good shit back at the hotel.
[They will never agree on the topic of Noctis; Ignis will accept that there are some moments where he could've and should've done differently, but not enough to completely stop watching over him (like a hawk and he can bet his glasses it annoys Noct).
Ignis is grateful that he's not dragged into the lap for one reason only- it wouldn't end on that. He'd like to spare the public eye from seeing him naked; he also doesn't want to get arrested for public indecency. He wants to go to that hotel and have Gladio fuck him against every surface without anyone interrupting.]
I am not drunk. [Ignis grumbles and accepts offered hand.] I am buzzed enough to have my tongue untied for all types of comments. [...] You might want to confiscate my phone to stop me from sending unsavory messages.
( well, ignis is going to get his wish, because gladio has every intention of fucjing him as much as they both can handle tonight, and he'll gladly do it anywhere and everywhere ignis wants. he'd even do it here — maybe somewhere quieter and more private, but gladio would take no issue getting on his knees and sucking the life out of ignis through his cock right now.
but, it's fine. better this way so they can do everything they want without interruption.
everything.
once ignis is up and walking, gladio lets go of his hand and instead slips his arm around ignis' waist. his thumb sweeps over his hip. )
Who are you sending unsavory messages to, huh? ( he nudges ignis with his hip. ) Thought I was the only one getting those.
[Readily, Ignis leans onto Gladio's firm frame, always warm despite the weather, always secure. He rarely lets himself indulge like this in public, but today he threw a gauntlet and decided to 'fuck it all'. Without even a second thought, he slips his hand into Gladio's back pocket with an easy smile on his face.]
There are all kinds of unsavory messages, Gladio. [He nudges back.]
' I will shove entire carrot down your throat if you don't clean your room Noct', or 'If you bring me more paperwork, I will use you as a pincushion, councilman Aberline'. Stuff like that.
[He looks up at Gladio with a smirk,] You get the fun ones.
( see, gladio's built tonka tough, so, he's always ready to be a secure, steady, indestructible body for his friends and family. the whole warm, snuggly bit is reserved for ignis, though. no one else really needs that kind of thing.
though, at the feel of that hand slipping into his back pocket, gladio feels a whole different kind of warm suffuses through his entire body. a sharp grin pulls up his lips as his fingers momentarily dig into ignis' hip. so bold! gladio loves it. )
Careful, ( he warns as he leans in to leave another quick kiss against ignis' skin ) you know it turns me on when you threaten bodily harm.
[Ignis would accept the warm, snuggly bit every night if he could. But he can't so he will steal it whenever he can. Gladio shouldn't be surprised if Ignis out of nowhere just appears at his place (not at the front door to scare Iris, he'll climb on the balcony, his legs are long and agile~).
The dig of Gladio's fingers into his hip and breath against his skin get Ignis' fingers to squeeze a tiny bit where they are placed in that pocket. He's always been daring, especially when tipsy.]
Well then, I think I should do it more often, [he chuckles.]
( ignis doesn't have to steal anything. this is all willingly given to him and something that gladio would gladly give more of in a second if that's what ignis wanted. it physically pains him, sometimes, to be so near him during the day and unable to do anything about it. (but, no, gladio wouldn't be surprised to find a stealthy ignis sneaking into his room. in fact, he'd welcome it with open arms.)
gladio offers a low laugh in return as they near the car. and once there, gladio acts quick, backing ignis against the side of it and caging him in. he opens up the door for a little additional privacy, the action making him lean in a little closer and he lips over ignis' throat before moving up to his mouth to leave just a fleeting, soft kiss. he pulls back and stays close and will help ignis get in when he's ready. not because he needs it or anything, but simply because gladio feels like being a gentleman (sort of). )
[Perhaps. But both of their times are limited and he wouldn't dare interrupt anything Gladio has planned out for the day. That's just how he is. (But if he'd welcome a stealthy Ignis to his room, then he will be happy to oblige).
The soft, warm kiss to his neck sends a very visible shiver through him- his neck has always been a bit of a weak spot, and Glado's lips always find the way how to rile him even with the gentlest of kisses. Hidden under the pretense of opening the car door, it's a tad bit exciting. The more they do these things in public, the more Ignis realizes he might be getting a thrill from almost being caught. And that's bad.]
That sounds like a challenge, [Ignis says with a soft sigh. Yes, you win this one, Gladio. He gets in the car with a small smile and lets Gladio close the door after him. It's good not to be behind the wheel for once.]
( listen. at any given time of day gladio would be happy to spare some time for ignis. in fact, ignis interrupting nearly anything would be welcome, no matter what ignis thinks about being proper or whatever. yes, he knows they have work to do and... mostly he's going to agree they need to do it. but, gladio knows ignis rarely takes time for himself and would absolutely encourage doing more of that. if he, himself, happens to be included. well... all the more fun, eh?
he gives a cheeky little grin to ignis through the window before crossing around the car to get in on the other side. he's barely turned the key in the ignition before he's reaching over to find ignis' closest hand and curling his fingers around it.
the drive is short enough that it isnt long before he's leaving the car to the valet and they're in the elevator going up to the room. trust it takes every bit of control in gladio's body to not have his way with ignis in said elevator. but, he waits until they're closed in the room — literally just inside the door. gladio backs ignis against the wall, presses their bodies flush, and simply teases at a kiss that never fully connects. )
What do you want first?
( because if it's left up to gladio, he's going to scoop ignis up and carry him to the bed. a bed, by the way, that actually has rose petals scattered over it and there's about a dozen (battery operated bc fire safety, yo) candles lit around the bedroom. but, it's ignis' birthday. he gets to pick. )
Could open your gift, could relax with more wine while I get dinner ready, could soak in the huge tub, could get naked and let me worship every inch of your body. ( he nudges his nose against ignis' cheek ) Sky's the limit.
[Don't be tardy, Gladio. Tsktsk. Ignis will have to punish you for that. In a sweet and torturous way of sending questionable pictures when you can't do anything about him or to him. He's a mastermind.
He'd reprimand Gladio for not focusing on the road and keeping his hands off the wheel, but it feels so nice that he keeps his mouth closed and comments to himself. For once. He'll let it slip today, but next time he's getting a reprimand (he won't, Ignis is a softie). And there's a smirk dancing on his face as they ride the elevator, Ignis' hand resting on the low of Gladio's back.
It sends a rush through him as he's pinned against the wall. Gladio might be teasing, but Ignis grabs the back of his head and pulls him in for a proper kiss because he's lips burning from the teases; lower lip gets a teasing bite from Ignis, his other hand pulling Gladio's hips closer-]
Who says that bath and body worship are mutually exclusive?
[He doesn't want Gladio's efforts to be wasted- they will pay a visit to the bed as well.]
[As promised, Ignis arrives at Noct's apartment in the allotted time. Gladio kept giving him nervous looks from the driver's seat, clearly uncomfortable with the frown on Ignis' face. It's not that he doesn't believe in Gladio's driving abilities, it's just that he doesn't like it when he's not behind the wheel. But he bears with it, because it is the one-time thing, and leaves the car after bidding the shield goodbye.
The climb to Noct's apartment is short, Ignis greeting the doorman and few other people in the passing. He rings the bell (not expecting Noct to come open, just as the announcement that he's here), and slides the key card to unlock.
It's... rather quiet in the apartment, but Noct did say he's "warming the bed up" for him. So he's probably in the bedroom.]
[Noct thought about putting the coffee pot on for Ignis so it would be bubbling away by the time he got through the door, but in his mind that would only encourage his advisor to continue to forgo some much needed rest in order to go work himself to death. No bueno.
So instead, he cleaned up the living room a little (nothing to be done about the kitchen at this hour, damn it) so Ignis wouldn't be tempted to clean as he came in, and then took a shower.
He used soothing scented body wash and lavender soap and whatever else would make him smell nice and then stripped the bed, put clean sheets on, and slipped naked between them to warm them with his body heat. And he tried not to fall asleep but being horizontal on a bed just sort of naturally leads to that anyway.
Luckily he's awake as soon as he hears the door bell.]
[Good thinking Noct, he really would make a detour to coffee pot instead of going to the bedroom. This way, when he takes off shoes and leaves jacket on the couch in the living room, he heads straight for the bedroom, undoing the cuffs on his shirt.
It's dim, as always, but the spot where Noct is curled up at is more than visible- along with the tuft of black hair at the top. His lips twitch in a smile as he takes off the shirt and pants, remaining only in his underwear and sleeveless undershirt.]
Let me guess, [he says, approaching the bed and placing a knee on it as he shuffles the covers,] you are wearing nothing.
[Noct emerges a little from his little cocoon of sheets so he can watch Ignis undress with quiet appreciation. It's always a show well-worth watching, to see his normally super covered and buttoned up advisor lose his clothing, even if he decided against stripping everything off like Noct did.]
Pure body heat warms up the sheets faster.
[That's his entire excuse. As Ignis comes closer in the darkness of the room, he gives him a scan, trying to pick out signs that the man may be more frazzled or worn out than usual. The dip in the mattress from Ignis' knee already has Noct rolling his body towards him.]
Anyway, this way I have less laundry for you to do.
[Ignis wonders if Noct can even see anything in this dimly lit room, but- he is a cat in his soul, he probably can. He offers a smile when he catches his gaze and finally slips under the covers, joining him in the warmth they provide.]
I am not sure that is entirely true.
[But he's not going to question it further. Besides, Noctis doesn't even do his own laundry. In any case, he gets pulled in Ignis' embrace after he leaves glasses on the side table. Ignis is a bit on the cool side, mostly because of the room, but with Noct in his arms, he warms up fast.]
[Noct wraps himself around Ignis as many ways as he can, tangling arms and legs together and cuddling close. He gets one hand up underneath the tank top to smooth over the other man's chest while the other settles in the hollow of his back.
There's a sleepy kiss smeared against the underside of Ignis' chin.]
It's hard to stay grumpy and in a bad mood when Noctis gets cuddly and clingy like this. His skin feels nice under his fingers as he wraps his hands around him, running them up and down his back. Ignis sighs when kisses are peppered over his chin and neck and he tilts his head to briefly peck Noct's lips.]
I do, in fact, feel way warmer. And better. [He nudges Noct's nose with his own playfully,] As always, you lift my mood up.
[They nuzzle noses like kittens for a bit, Noct humming with satisfaction that Ignis is content and in his arms and his bed where he should be. He's a boy of simple pleasures. He's happiest when there's the possibility of sleep curled around his favourite people.]
Good. My hypothesis is panning out.
[He yanks the covers up over both of them, creating a cozy little cave. Hands stroke lightly over Ignis' skin but keep their wandering above the waist for now. He suspects the man needs sleep over sex but if more thorough relaxation techniques become necessary, Noct's totally willing to make that sacrifice.]
[There's no other place Ignis would rather be it but Noct's apartment, bed, always somewhere close to him. He had always gravitated towards him before they even got like this. Ignis was never sure why, but he didn't question it, because it seemed pointless.
He helps Noct out a bit to get them covered, making sure the blankets are tucked in nicely around Noct's back. He will definitively be up to some ~play~ time after he had a nap; his body is actually feeling really heavy right now. Once Noct's settled in properly, Ignis doesn't move a muscle, feeling himself relax into Noct's arms.]
I wish it were just one thing, [he says quietly, after a soft sigh.] It is just a bunch of small things, piling up over time. [Ignis presses a short kiss to Noct's lips,] Nothing I can't handle- just a poor timing is all.
[Snuggled up close like this, he can feel the gradual lassitude in Ignis' body and knows that sleep won't be far behind. He'll have to sneak Ignis' phone out of his jacket pocket and put it on silent mode for a while, plus send out some strongly worded suggestions that various people leave his advisor alone for the next eight hours so the man won't be tempted to work.
He's done it before, although not without a resultant scolding when Ignis finally catches up on his text messages.]
Whether you can handle it or not, I feel like I gotta point out that you're allowed to take a break once in a while. [He nuzzles just under the other man's chin.] In fact, breaks are highly encouraged.
[And this is why Ignis hasn't gone mad until now- Noctis secretly taking care of him behind Ignis' back. He will grumble when he finds out about it later, but he will be very grateful. A warm feeling of being taken care of, regardless of how small it seems, it lingers in his chest every time, for days. Like some kind of fuel.
The messages, however, will always get a scolding though. Noct, that's rude!]
I am aware of that, Noct. I just... fall into a routine. [One that doesn't have breaks included most of the time.] But I suppose I should incorporate more breaks like this, with you in my arms. I am but a fool not doing so.
I don't think foolish is a word I could ever use to describe you, Specs.
[Which is why Ignis indulges him in these 'mini-breaks' when Noct presses the issue, and maybe he needs to start pressing the issue more if it's going to get him snuggled up in bed with his lover like this.]
Pressing the issue all the time would be bad idea, but if it's done at the right moment, Ignis will yield without much complaint (except initial one, that's just his thing). He loves holding Noctis more than anything in this world, and if he can find an excuse outside of 'it's evening, they need to sleep', he'll happily do it.]
I can't disagree with that. But at times I need it.
[And then suffer from crashes. Thank you for being there, Noct.]
My coffee pot is always open to you. Mostly 'cause I don't really know how to work it myself...
[Look, he got the fanciest model because that's just what you do when they give you an apartment with all the bells and whistles included, but that doesn't mean that he ever learned how any of his kitchen gadgets and doodads actually function.
That's what Ignis is for (among other essential things.]
I think there's some of that dark roast beans you like still in the cupboard.
Perhaps Ignis should get Noctis a juice maker or something since he doesn't like coffee. He still doubts Noctis would actually use it actively instead of snatching sodas and all, but he can at least try?]
I will make some later when I prepare food.
[Lunch, dinner- whichever time they wake up at later.]
[Ignis arrived just as he said- thirty minutes later, on the dot. Despite the nature of the messages he's exchanged with Gladio, he's keeping a decent composure. Well, at least on the outside. He's always been good at that.
But to not raise suspicion (or how impatient he actually is) because Amicitia estate is pretty known, he politely rings a bell and waits to either be let in or for Gladio to come and open.]
[Unlike Ignis, Gladio is excited. Had been just about hovering near the door. Good thing Jared was somewhere else, busy. When the knock came Gladio was quick to open the door.]
[There is unhidden smirk when he sees Gladio this excited to see him. He steps inside confidently, nudging Gladio back a little, and closes the door with his foot. Turning around would be a crime when he can get his fingers curled up in front of Gladio's shirt.]
[Well now that was forward for the advisor, and it has Gladio smiling.]
Not even. Come on, let's go to the study to talk.
[There will be no talking, he knows that. Or at lest not deep conversations. But he's still inviting Ignis there to keep them from putting on a show earlier.]
[He's never been an ambiguous person. But he does catch himself and pushes glasses up, returning the smile.]
Please, lead the way.
[There's a twinkle in his eye as he follows behind; there will be talking but not of the business kind. And it will be also mixed up with other different activities.]
[Oh who said there would be talking at all? Maybe Gladio doesn't care for talking. But he smiles and turns to start walking away, nodding for Ignis to join him. It's little matter at all for him to twist through the place to get to his father's study. And once they're in there, he closes the door behind them, throwing the lock as well.
The room is definitely ready for them too. Sure, he doesn't know if Ignis will want more than just this, so he's got a bottle of wine in an ice filled bucket, he's got a small bag near the rug by the fire that has any necessities, there is of course a fire going, and mostly, it was just a cozy space.]
[When he steps into the study, Ignis shrugs off the jacket he's wearing, remaining only in button-up shirt, pants and gloves. His head turns a little when he hears the lock click behind him and he can't help a little smirk.]
I find it suitable.
[More than suitable, but he's in a playful mood right now. He turns around to look at Gladio, undoing the cuffs on his shirt and rolling them up slowly, not breaking eye contact.]
[Bless him for no tie or vest or other extra layers. He wouldn't put it past Ignis to have any of those things, and he wants the man bare as soon as he can get it. Though he's left staring at Ignis, watching his moments.]
I think I'd like to know you better, or at least more like after the sparring.
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[That's what he liked about Gladio- enough sensibility and tact to handle him. Ignis honestly wouldn't know what to do with himself if Gladio wasn't around to ground him.
His face was pleasantly heated from the drink, but now it's flushed as Gladio lists off everything he planned for them to do. A penthouse suite, his favorite foods and a promise that he'll eventually pass out from pleasure in Gladio's arms. Sounds like a fairytale, but it's Gladio so he will do all of it.
...they can watch mariachi on TV.]
I love the sound of that, [he says quietly with a small smile, head tilting up to look at him, pressing a soft, short kiss in the corner of Gladio's lips.]
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before ignis can get away, gladio shifts so he can catch his lips for a lingering kiss. it only serves to whet his appetite for ignis. )
Ready to go when you are.
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He softly sighs into the kiss and gives him another one and reluctantly pulls away. He'd love to continue here but it's public and Ignis can't just straddle him here on the bench.]
Let's not waste time. Ah, I'm bringing the rest of the wine. [He's intent on emptying the entire bottle today. He won't get drunk but- he will be more playful with right company~]
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he doesn't feel guilty about it.
anyway. there's nothing saying that ignis can't straddle gladio's lap right now. gladio sure wouldn't complain about it, not even a little bit. and he's half a mind to tug him over to do just that, but, they're in public and ignis has more class than gladio does. so, he just offers a boyish sort of grin that speaks for itself as he pushes to stand up and holds his hand out for ignis to take. )
Don't get too drunk off of it, I got some really good shit back at the hotel.
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Ignis is grateful that he's not dragged into the lap for one reason only- it wouldn't end on that. He'd like to spare the public eye from seeing him naked; he also doesn't want to get arrested for public indecency. He wants to go to that hotel and have Gladio fuck him against every surface without anyone interrupting.]
I am not drunk. [Ignis grumbles and accepts offered hand.] I am buzzed enough to have my tongue untied for all types of comments. [...] You might want to confiscate my phone to stop me from sending unsavory messages.
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but, it's fine. better this way so they can do everything they want without interruption.
everything.
once ignis is up and walking, gladio lets go of his hand and instead slips his arm around ignis' waist. his thumb sweeps over his hip. )
Who are you sending unsavory messages to, huh? ( he nudges ignis with his hip. ) Thought I was the only one getting those.
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There are all kinds of unsavory messages, Gladio. [He nudges back.]
' I will shove entire carrot down your throat if you don't clean your room Noct', or 'If you bring me more paperwork, I will use you as a pincushion, councilman Aberline'. Stuff like that.
[He looks up at Gladio with a smirk,] You get the fun ones.
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though, at the feel of that hand slipping into his back pocket, gladio feels a whole different kind of warm suffuses through his entire body. a sharp grin pulls up his lips as his fingers momentarily dig into ignis' hip. so bold! gladio loves it. )
Careful, ( he warns as he leans in to leave another quick kiss against ignis' skin ) you know it turns me on when you threaten bodily harm.
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The dig of Gladio's fingers into his hip and breath against his skin get Ignis' fingers to squeeze a tiny bit where they are placed in that pocket. He's always been daring, especially when tipsy.]
Well then, I think I should do it more often, [he chuckles.]
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gladio offers a low laugh in return as they near the car. and once there, gladio acts quick, backing ignis against the side of it and caging him in. he opens up the door for a little additional privacy, the action making him lean in a little closer and he lips over ignis' throat before moving up to his mouth to leave just a fleeting, soft kiss. he pulls back and stays close and will help ignis get in when he's ready. not because he needs it or anything, but simply because gladio feels like being a gentleman (sort of). )
You won't, but the idea of it is damn appealing.
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The soft, warm kiss to his neck sends a very visible shiver through him- his neck has always been a bit of a weak spot, and Glado's lips always find the way how to rile him even with the gentlest of kisses. Hidden under the pretense of opening the car door, it's a tad bit exciting. The more they do these things in public, the more Ignis realizes he might be getting a thrill from almost being caught. And that's bad.]
That sounds like a challenge, [Ignis says with a soft sigh. Yes, you win this one, Gladio. He gets in the car with a small smile and lets Gladio close the door after him. It's good not to be behind the wheel for once.]
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he gives a cheeky little grin to ignis through the window before crossing around the car to get in on the other side. he's barely turned the key in the ignition before he's reaching over to find ignis' closest hand and curling his fingers around it.
the drive is short enough that it isnt long before he's leaving the car to the valet and they're in the elevator going up to the room. trust it takes every bit of control in gladio's body to not have his way with ignis in said elevator. but, he waits until they're closed in the room — literally just inside the door. gladio backs ignis against the wall, presses their bodies flush, and simply teases at a kiss that never fully connects. )
What do you want first?
( because if it's left up to gladio, he's going to scoop ignis up and carry him to the bed. a bed, by the way, that actually has rose petals scattered over it and there's about a dozen (battery operated bc fire safety, yo) candles lit around the bedroom. but, it's ignis' birthday. he gets to pick. )
Could open your gift, could relax with more wine while I get dinner ready, could soak in the huge tub, could get naked and let me worship every inch of your body. ( he nudges his nose against ignis' cheek ) Sky's the limit.
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He'd reprimand Gladio for not focusing on the road and keeping his hands off the wheel, but it feels so nice that he keeps his mouth closed and comments to himself. For once. He'll let it slip today, but next time he's getting a reprimand (he won't, Ignis is a softie). And there's a smirk dancing on his face as they ride the elevator, Ignis' hand resting on the low of Gladio's back.
It sends a rush through him as he's pinned against the wall. Gladio might be teasing, but Ignis grabs the back of his head and pulls him in for a proper kiss because he's lips burning from the teases; lower lip gets a teasing bite from Ignis, his other hand pulling Gladio's hips closer-]
Who says that bath and body worship are mutually exclusive?
[He doesn't want Gladio's efforts to be wasted- they will pay a visit to the bed as well.]
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[As promised, Ignis arrives at Noct's apartment in the allotted time. Gladio kept giving him nervous looks from the driver's seat, clearly uncomfortable with the frown on Ignis' face. It's not that he doesn't believe in Gladio's driving abilities, it's just that he doesn't like it when he's not behind the wheel. But he bears with it, because it is the one-time thing, and leaves the car after bidding the shield goodbye.
The climb to Noct's apartment is short, Ignis greeting the doorman and few other people in the passing. He rings the bell (not expecting Noct to come open, just as the announcement that he's here), and slides the key card to unlock.
It's... rather quiet in the apartment, but Noct did say he's "warming the bed up" for him. So he's probably in the bedroom.]
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So instead, he cleaned up the living room a little (nothing to be done about the kitchen at this hour, damn it) so Ignis wouldn't be tempted to clean as he came in, and then took a shower.
He used soothing scented body wash and lavender soap and whatever else would make him smell nice and then stripped the bed, put clean sheets on, and slipped naked between them to warm them with his body heat. And he tried not to fall asleep but being horizontal on a bed just sort of naturally leads to that anyway.
Luckily he's awake as soon as he hears the door bell.]
Ignis? In here.
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It's dim, as always, but the spot where Noct is curled up at is more than visible- along with the tuft of black hair at the top. His lips twitch in a smile as he takes off the shirt and pants, remaining only in his underwear and sleeveless undershirt.]
Let me guess, [he says, approaching the bed and placing a knee on it as he shuffles the covers,] you are wearing nothing.
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Pure body heat warms up the sheets faster.
[That's his entire excuse. As Ignis comes closer in the darkness of the room, he gives him a scan, trying to pick out signs that the man may be more frazzled or worn out than usual. The dip in the mattress from Ignis' knee already has Noct rolling his body towards him.]
Anyway, this way I have less laundry for you to do.
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I am not sure that is entirely true.
[But he's not going to question it further. Besides, Noctis doesn't even do his own laundry. In any case, he gets pulled in Ignis' embrace after he leaves glasses on the side table. Ignis is a bit on the cool side, mostly because of the room, but with Noct in his arms, he warms up fast.]
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[Noct wraps himself around Ignis as many ways as he can, tangling arms and legs together and cuddling close. He gets one hand up underneath the tank top to smooth over the other man's chest while the other settles in the hollow of his back.
There's a sleepy kiss smeared against the underside of Ignis' chin.]
Feel any warmer?
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It's hard to stay grumpy and in a bad mood when Noctis gets cuddly and clingy like this. His skin feels nice under his fingers as he wraps his hands around him, running them up and down his back. Ignis sighs when kisses are peppered over his chin and neck and he tilts his head to briefly peck Noct's lips.]
I do, in fact, feel way warmer. And better. [He nudges Noct's nose with his own playfully,] As always, you lift my mood up.
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Good. My hypothesis is panning out.
[He yanks the covers up over both of them, creating a cozy little cave. Hands stroke lightly over Ignis' skin but keep their wandering above the waist for now. He suspects the man needs sleep over sex but if more thorough relaxation techniques become necessary, Noct's totally willing to make that sacrifice.]
You wanna talk about what's got you stressed?
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He helps Noct out a bit to get them covered, making sure the blankets are tucked in nicely around Noct's back. He will definitively be up to some ~play~ time after he had a nap; his body is actually feeling really heavy right now. Once Noct's settled in properly, Ignis doesn't move a muscle, feeling himself relax into Noct's arms.]
I wish it were just one thing, [he says quietly, after a soft sigh.] It is just a bunch of small things, piling up over time. [Ignis presses a short kiss to Noct's lips,] Nothing I can't handle- just a poor timing is all.
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He's done it before, although not without a resultant scolding when Ignis finally catches up on his text messages.]
Whether you can handle it or not, I feel like I gotta point out that you're allowed to take a break once in a while. [He nuzzles just under the other man's chin.] In fact, breaks are highly encouraged.
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The messages, however, will always get a scolding though. Noct, that's rude!]
I am aware of that, Noct. I just... fall into a routine. [One that doesn't have breaks included most of the time.] But I suppose I should incorporate more breaks like this, with you in my arms. I am but a fool not doing so.
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[Which is why Ignis indulges him in these 'mini-breaks' when Noct presses the issue, and maybe he needs to start pressing the issue more if it's going to get him snuggled up in bed with his lover like this.]
Maybe a little over-caffeinated at times.
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Pressing the issue all the time would be bad idea, but if it's done at the right moment, Ignis will yield without much complaint (except initial one, that's just his thing). He loves holding Noctis more than anything in this world, and if he can find an excuse outside of 'it's evening, they need to sleep', he'll happily do it.]
I can't disagree with that. But at times I need it.
[And then suffer from crashes. Thank you for being there, Noct.]
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[Look, he got the fanciest model because that's just what you do when they give you an apartment with all the bells and whistles included, but that doesn't mean that he ever learned how any of his kitchen gadgets and doodads actually function.
That's what Ignis is for (among other essential things.]
I think there's some of that dark roast beans you like still in the cupboard.
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Perhaps Ignis should get Noctis a juice maker or something since he doesn't like coffee. He still doubts Noctis would actually use it actively instead of snatching sodas and all, but he can at least try?]
I will make some later when I prepare food.
[Lunch, dinner- whichever time they wake up at later.]
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[Ignis arrived just as he said- thirty minutes later, on the dot. Despite the nature of the messages he's exchanged with Gladio, he's keeping a decent composure. Well, at least on the outside. He's always been good at that.
But to not raise suspicion (or how impatient he actually is) because Amicitia estate is pretty known, he politely rings a bell and waits to either be let in or for Gladio to come and open.]
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Ig. Nice to see you. Come on in.
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Am I late?
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Not even. Come on, let's go to the study to talk.
[There will be no talking, he knows that. Or at lest not deep conversations. But he's still inviting Ignis there to keep them from putting on a show earlier.]
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Please, lead the way.
[There's a twinkle in his eye as he follows behind; there will be talking but not of the business kind. And it will be also mixed up with other different activities.]
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The room is definitely ready for them too. Sure, he doesn't know if Ignis will want more than just this, so he's got a bottle of wine in an ice filled bucket, he's got a small bag near the rug by the fire that has any necessities, there is of course a fire going, and mostly, it was just a cozy space.]
Does this meet your conversational needs?
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I find it suitable.
[More than suitable, but he's in a playful mood right now. He turns around to look at Gladio, undoing the cuffs on his shirt and rolling them up slowly, not breaking eye contact.]
You know me so well.
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I think I'd like to know you better, or at least more like after the sparring.