[Where before there had been a sharp groan, it was now a soft sigh rising up from his throat. There was nothing to stop him from leaning into that kiss, from nuzzling in just a little.]
[Is this what his heart desires? Or is it just some desperate attempt at replacing what had been ripped from it so suddenly? Should he really even be considering this when his emotions were in such disarray? Was it fair to continue to lay all of that guilt at Ignis' feet and just pray to the very gods that forsaken him that he didn't somehow come away more broken that he began?
And he tries to respond with all of that. He does. Tries to put his doubts into words. They shouldn't. They couldn't. There were too many reasons why not.
But everything in his entire life be damned all that wanted to come out was one single word and he could stop it, couldn't reign it in anymore than he could cease his heart from beating. Because it was what that heart wanted. More than he wanted his next breath, he wanted this.]
Yes. [His head cants, shifting just enough so that their eyes meet. The bag of pretzel's is long forgotten, laying slumped against the base of the tree trunk where it fell between his legs. Because his hands are too worried about touching Ignis to care. One balanced upon his thigh while the other traces along the strong jaw line. And it's a soft smile he wears now, one that doesn't disappear even as he leans in and brushes their lips together.]
[It felt like time had stopped as Ignis waited for Noctis to answer back. He would've accepted anything he decided- he's been without him for years, just silently yearning, cursing at the time and all the missed opportunities. But the kiss they shared in the room- it was too sweet. Sweeter than any pastry he can make. And so addictive. And after that, his hopes dared to resurface, even if for a little while.
The answer- short and soft- made warmth explode in Ignis' chest. To have Noctis want him, want them, like this- Ignis probably cannot find a happier man anywhere right now.
He kisses him back slowly, a smile on his lips as well, and there it is again. The most incredible thing in the world- Noct's lips. His hand cups Noct's cheek in return, but keeps the kiss soft and simple, slow. Relishing in the feeling of it.
When he pulls back, Ignis leans his forehead against Noct's.]
Those words are little more than a whisper spoken against his lips, but they're enough to make his heart twist, to make it yearn for all of the time they had lost. All of those missed moments where they would have had this, spent separated by what duty dictated.
That he be with another. That he have no choice in the matter. Because what his heart wanted didn't matter.
He loved Lunafreya. Part of him always had, from the very first moment they had met all of those years ago. And that same part of him always would. It was the part that had been so amendable to the proposal of their marriage. A joining of old friends, finally reunited after years and an ocean had separated them. A joining of nations, after war and hatred had kept them apart,
But Luna wasn't here.
And Ignis was.
And he had spent just as much time yearning for something he could never have with this man as he had with Luna. Had spent just as many late nights wondering how it would feel to have those hands touch more than just his shoulder. How those lips would taste upon his own.
Now he had it in the palm of his hand. His Ignis. How could he ever say no? How could he ever deny this?]
My Iggy...
[It's a soft whisper in return, followed by the smallest, most playful little kiss.]
[Ignis is not sure what would happen if Lunafreya appeared here; perhaps he will have to step back. But those thoughts are secondary at this moment-
Right now, he's going to cherish and let himself enjoy every little kiss, touch and moment with Noctis like this. Who knows what will happen later? Maybe that Keeper will decide to reset them again. If it happens, Ignis doesn't want to have any regrets.
The words make him smile widely and he returns the short, playful kisses. Despite the constant night around them, it's... kind of romantic like this, with moon and stars over the sea.]
Always yours...
[Ignis whispers; his heart will belong to Noctis regardless of what happens.]
[Maybe he would. Maybe all they would ever have is this. These stolen little moments between the two of them where everything seemed to be right. Maybe this is all they would ever get. A few kisses to tide them over for the rest of their lifetimes.
Noctis would rather die a million deaths in an endless loop than have this be it for them.
Always yours. A sweetly spoken confirmation that makes everything else disappear around them, until the only two things that exist are Noctis and Ignis. Until the entire universe shrinks down and they're all that's left.
It's impossible to resist the urge to shift, to twist his body and climb onto his knees, throwing a leg over Ignis' and place himself directly into his lap. Especially when it feels as if it were made entirely for him. Like he belongs there.]
[He was always Noctis'. From the moment King Regis introduced them. The sense of belonging grew and shaped itself differently through the years. Sometimes in nice shapes- friends, brothers- sometimes in not so nice- advisor, a constant reminder of how things are; of what things are. Ignis is proud of everything he is, and he'd be lying if he said that Noctis didn't make him who he is.
It is selfish to even think it, so he will never say it, but Ignis would go through his death again if it meant keeping Noctis safe. What Noctis is to him, can't be put into words.]
And I might enable you.
[Ignis smiles, hands wrapping around Noct's waist and holding him close, pressed against himself. Perhaps he does belong here, in his lap. And Ignis wouldn't have it any other way.]
Every single time they're this close he feels something within him tighten, clench almost painfully, like it's preparing for the eventual heartache the movement is sure to bring. Building a wall around his heart, guarding it from the pain that has to be in his future.
But then he feels it, that steady beat that doesn't come from his own chest, but against it. And he knows it, better than he knows himself. There's a warmth that comes with it, gentle and comforting, and every single doubt falls away.
Because he knows what lengths Ignis went to just to keep him by his side. And he knows that he won't give this up so easily.]
It wouldn't take much.
[Just like it doesn't take much to draw him to the curve of Ignis' neck, the pale skin practically calling out for his attention. Lips running across the point where his pulse pounds so strongly, pressing against it softly before attaching.]
[Noctis is right, he wouldn't give this up easily- unless Noct wanted him gone. Ignis major and only goal was to always make sure Noct is safe and happy. Nothing else mattered. The fact that his feelings for him returned is just icing on the cake.
He feels so lucky.]
Probably... I am weak to you...
[In every sense of that word. He gasps softly when Noct's lips find the pulse point on his neck, swallowing thickly and fingers gripping just a tad bit tighter onto Noct. This is dangerous... so dangerously addicting.]
This, what was growing exponentially between them with every beat of their hearts was dangerous. So far beyond anything they ever should have allowed themselves to have. They should have controlled themselves. Should have been a King and his adviser instead of falling into this pit of madness. Only it was so deep and they were already too far gone to ever find their way back out.
Ignis' lips were addictive. His kiss. His touch. Already Noctis craved it, wanted that heat against his skin. Wanted to know what every part of this man tasted like. How every part would feel beneath his mouth. Desire settled over him like a heady fog, fell down around him and clouded his judgement. Until all he could think about was getting his next fix.
Teeth scraped lightly against the flesh as Ignis spoke his name. Tongue flicked across it, soothing the ache before retreating. Before pressing a long line of kisses across that slender neck, until he could reclaims Ignis mouth for his own. Until he could sigh into the kiss. Moan into it.
They were getting carried away. Because as weak for him as Ignis was, Noctis' own resolve was far worse.]
Ignis. [It's little more than a breathless plea spoken against lips, like he doesn't quite know what to do next. Only that he wants more.]
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But he always tried to have eggs around to make at least scrambled eggs.]
You have four in the bag. I left two for Prompto. He has to eat as well, [Ignis chides playfully. The presses a kiss to Noct's temple.]
Nothing... I'm entirely yours. [He says very quietly, just for Noctis to hear.]
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So... we're doing this then?
[This whole being together thing.]
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If your heart desires so...
[Because heavens know his own does. A very well kept secret- even from himself.]
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And he tries to respond with all of that. He does. Tries to put his doubts into words. They shouldn't. They couldn't. There were too many reasons why not.
But everything in his entire life be damned all that wanted to come out was one single word and he could stop it, couldn't reign it in anymore than he could cease his heart from beating. Because it was what that heart wanted. More than he wanted his next breath, he wanted this.]
Yes. [His head cants, shifting just enough so that their eyes meet. The bag of pretzel's is long forgotten, laying slumped against the base of the tree trunk where it fell between his legs. Because his hands are too worried about touching Ignis to care. One balanced upon his thigh while the other traces along the strong jaw line. And it's a soft smile he wears now, one that doesn't disappear even as he leans in and brushes their lips together.]
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The answer- short and soft- made warmth explode in Ignis' chest. To have Noctis want him, want them, like this- Ignis probably cannot find a happier man anywhere right now.
He kisses him back slowly, a smile on his lips as well, and there it is again. The most incredible thing in the world- Noct's lips. His hand cups Noct's cheek in return, but keeps the kiss soft and simple, slow. Relishing in the feeling of it.
When he pulls back, Ignis leans his forehead against Noct's.]
My Noct...
[...sounds so surreal.]
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Those words are little more than a whisper spoken against his lips, but they're enough to make his heart twist, to make it yearn for all of the time they had lost. All of those missed moments where they would have had this, spent separated by what duty dictated.
That he be with another. That he have no choice in the matter. Because what his heart wanted didn't matter.
He loved Lunafreya. Part of him always had, from the very first moment they had met all of those years ago. And that same part of him always would. It was the part that had been so amendable to the proposal of their marriage. A joining of old friends, finally reunited after years and an ocean had separated them. A joining of nations, after war and hatred had kept them apart,
But Luna wasn't here.
And Ignis was.
And he had spent just as much time yearning for something he could never have with this man as he had with Luna. Had spent just as many late nights wondering how it would feel to have those hands touch more than just his shoulder. How those lips would taste upon his own.
Now he had it in the palm of his hand. His Ignis. How could he ever say no? How could he ever deny this?]
My Iggy...
[It's a soft whisper in return, followed by the smallest, most playful little kiss.]
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Right now, he's going to cherish and let himself enjoy every little kiss, touch and moment with Noctis like this. Who knows what will happen later? Maybe that Keeper will decide to reset them again. If it happens, Ignis doesn't want to have any regrets.
The words make him smile widely and he returns the short, playful kisses. Despite the constant night around them, it's... kind of romantic like this, with moon and stars over the sea.]
Always yours...
[Ignis whispers; his heart will belong to Noctis regardless of what happens.]
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Noctis would rather die a million deaths in an endless loop than have this be it for them.
Always yours. A sweetly spoken confirmation that makes everything else disappear around them, until the only two things that exist are Noctis and Ignis. Until the entire universe shrinks down and they're all that's left.
It's impossible to resist the urge to shift, to twist his body and climb onto his knees, throwing a leg over Ignis' and place himself directly into his lap. Especially when it feels as if it were made entirely for him. Like he belongs there.]
I could get used to this.
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It is selfish to even think it, so he will never say it, but Ignis would go through his death again if it meant keeping Noctis safe. What Noctis is to him, can't be put into words.]
And I might enable you.
[Ignis smiles, hands wrapping around Noct's waist and holding him close, pressed against himself. Perhaps he does belong here, in his lap. And Ignis wouldn't have it any other way.]
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Every single time they're this close he feels something within him tighten, clench almost painfully, like it's preparing for the eventual heartache the movement is sure to bring. Building a wall around his heart, guarding it from the pain that has to be in his future.
But then he feels it, that steady beat that doesn't come from his own chest, but against it. And he knows it, better than he knows himself. There's a warmth that comes with it, gentle and comforting, and every single doubt falls away.
Because he knows what lengths Ignis went to just to keep him by his side. And he knows that he won't give this up so easily.]
It wouldn't take much.
[Just like it doesn't take much to draw him to the curve of Ignis' neck, the pale skin practically calling out for his attention. Lips running across the point where his pulse pounds so strongly, pressing against it softly before attaching.]
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He feels so lucky.]
Probably... I am weak to you...
[In every sense of that word. He gasps softly when Noct's lips find the pulse point on his neck, swallowing thickly and fingers gripping just a tad bit tighter onto Noct. This is dangerous... so dangerously addicting.]
Noct... [he exhales, eyes closed in pleasure.]
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This, what was growing exponentially between them with every beat of their hearts was dangerous. So far beyond anything they ever should have allowed themselves to have. They should have controlled themselves. Should have been a King and his adviser instead of falling into this pit of madness. Only it was so deep and they were already too far gone to ever find their way back out.
Ignis' lips were addictive. His kiss. His touch. Already Noctis craved it, wanted that heat against his skin. Wanted to know what every part of this man tasted like. How every part would feel beneath his mouth. Desire settled over him like a heady fog, fell down around him and clouded his judgement. Until all he could think about was getting his next fix.
Teeth scraped lightly against the flesh as Ignis spoke his name. Tongue flicked across it, soothing the ache before retreating. Before pressing a long line of kisses across that slender neck, until he could reclaims Ignis mouth for his own. Until he could sigh into the kiss. Moan into it.
They were getting carried away. Because as weak for him as Ignis was, Noctis' own resolve was far worse.]
Ignis. [It's little more than a breathless plea spoken against lips, like he doesn't quite know what to do next. Only that he wants more.]