[Strange shadows stretch across bare walls, play over pale skin brought to life and given warmth by the flicker of fire. Rounded flecks of light travel along the floor, spread across the expanse of bed and fly upwards to dance over the ceiling, a kaleidoscope of of shapes cast from the lantern that sits upon the near by table. A presence which he had slowly grown mindful of, kept safe and secure with practiced muscle memory that no longer took any effort.
Reflect in crystal clear glasses that brighten deep, swirling emerald green, transforming the hues until each own can be picked out individually. Without even thinking Noctis reaches for them, careful fingers gentle in the way they grasp and slip downwards, in the way they force the hinges to fold, leaning forward to place them upon the dresser. Where Ignis had been gorgeous before, there no longer existed any words capable of describing the beauty of him now.
Touch returned, pads of fingers playing softly over the scars that now littered his beloved's skin. Marred it, like the perpetrator had been given permission to leave their mark on that which did not belong to them. Traced along the cut that tore through a slender brow, down over the one crossing the bridge of a chiseled nose. Skimmed the one splitting the full lower lip, splayed across a pale cheek and outlined the faded scar that rimmed around his right eye.
Careful, gentle acts of love and worship, raising onto the ball of his feet to press lips against each one. Slow, reverent, like he could somehow heal the damage by his touch alone. As if he were learning each new portion despite having touched and felt it all countless times.]
Don't. [A breathless whisper, spoken against lips as the final kiss was pressed into the torn flesh.] Let me show you how much I worship you.
[Ignis' eyes close briefly as Noct takes off his glasses carefully. His soft touches, full of admiration that he's not sure he's deserved, are warm. Wanted. His skin craves them and soaks them up. His eye closes when the tips cross over the scar nearby- not ashamed of it at all; worried only that it makes Noctis sad. All of his life Ignis has learned of rules and how to follow them, down to a t, but the decision to put the ring on was all his.
The fingers continue their path to his lips and he smiles gently, head tilting to press a soft kiss to them. And then returning the kisses Noctis gives him. They say that the gods give the biggest blessings of all, but for Ignis- this is his blessing. Noct is his light and heart and he feels so lucky, so very happy to be with him. ' Worship him'- Ignis is undeserving of such attention, but he doesn't go against Noct's wishes. He had planned it all, after all, so he follows him. Taking Noct's hand, he presses a kiss to tips of his fingers.]
Very well, [he whispers back,] I'm all yours. Always.
Those words sparked to life that small portion of his soul that he tried so desperately to keep hidden. All dark, ugly possessiveness and deep, uncontrollable jealousy that threatened to overtake him. An urge to own and be owned in return. To take and take and take until every part of him was filled with nothing but Ignis. Until they were one, complete in every single way. Connection through their hearts, minds and bodies. Struggled against the overwhelming urge to give in and let it run wild.]
My Iggy. [Another breathless whisper, lips moving against lips. Before teeth catch onto the fuller bottom and tug, nipping into the tender flesh before releasing.]
[Noctis can freely turn that jealousy and possessiveness into something more right now. Mark him, take him- do whatever his heart desires. Ignis has always been his, even when it wasn't apparent. His heart was his, fully, regardless of whether the feelings were mutual or no. Ignis loves him, loves him, loves him.
The tease on the lip makes him take in a sharp breath, and Ignis doesn't hesitate to chase for a fuller, firmer kiss. The feeling of those lips against his own always light a fire within him that is hard to extinguish. And sometimes he doesn't want to. He wants to feed into it, let it burn him up alive.
He shifts them and takes few steps back, pinning Noct against the wall and latching his lips to his neck to leave a bite, a mark on the porcelain skin that will sting for a few days. That will remind Noctis of this night. His hand pushes up against the shirt, making Noct's neat outfit disheveled in just a few moves, just so he can reach the skin that it is hiding.]
[Once, so long ago, Noctis had come to the realization that there was something within Ignis he didn't quite understand. A bright, burning light that shone even through the darkest of nights. A comforting beacon that drew him in and never allowed him to fall. He would see it there, shining within those beautiful green eyes that would look upon him adoringly. A quick flash before it was gone and would leave his heart yearning for more. Would leave a hunger growing deep within him that was never quite satisfied. A want, a need to know that hidden part that Ignis kept buried so deep. And once he finally broke through the walls that surrounded it and peered inside, it awoke something within him too. Brought it out into the light. A twisted, mangled mess of a heart that was slowly being unwound and healed with each passing day.
That he gives in so easily, let's himself be pushed back, pinned against the smooth, cold surface of the wall. His back arches as those sharp teeth sink into tender flesh and he cries out, a simple plea of harder. Those bruises are beautiful when they're left, swirling reds and dark blues and purples. But they fade so quickly and he can't stand looking at himself and not seeing the marks of ownership that Ignis leaves on him.]
Please. [Already so breathless, voice deep and quiet.] Harder, Ignis. Make it scar.
[Noctis can have it all- it was always his to begin with; as if Ignis secretly kept that part of himself only for him to witness. With this, Noctis has seen all sides of him- the good, bad, terrible and now passionate. A fire he was keeping hidden from everyone's eyes, only to burn bright as a sun when Noct's eyes lay upon him. He will always be Ignis' first- first thought, the first word on his lips, first touch, first kiss; they've shared many already, and it's never, never enough.
Request makes Ignis' stomach twist, something so very dark and possessive rising in him. A mark. On that beautiful neck. Something that will permanently stay there, show that Noct is his; Noctis doesn't have to tell him twice.
If they were alive, this would've never be allowed, under any circumstances. But here... with permission he got from Noct, he runs tongue across the skin between the shoulder and neck and then bites on it. Hard enough to get a metallic taste in his mouth from it. But he doesn't complain- instead, he gives the wound he made a lick, giving Noct a curious, questioning and a bit of a worried look.]
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Reflect in crystal clear glasses that brighten deep, swirling emerald green, transforming the hues until each own can be picked out individually. Without even thinking Noctis reaches for them, careful fingers gentle in the way they grasp and slip downwards, in the way they force the hinges to fold, leaning forward to place them upon the dresser. Where Ignis had been gorgeous before, there no longer existed any words capable of describing the beauty of him now.
Touch returned, pads of fingers playing softly over the scars that now littered his beloved's skin. Marred it, like the perpetrator had been given permission to leave their mark on that which did not belong to them. Traced along the cut that tore through a slender brow, down over the one crossing the bridge of a chiseled nose. Skimmed the one splitting the full lower lip, splayed across a pale cheek and outlined the faded scar that rimmed around his right eye.
Careful, gentle acts of love and worship, raising onto the ball of his feet to press lips against each one. Slow, reverent, like he could somehow heal the damage by his touch alone. As if he were learning each new portion despite having touched and felt it all countless times.]
Don't. [A breathless whisper, spoken against lips as the final kiss was pressed into the torn flesh.] Let me show you how much I worship you.
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The fingers continue their path to his lips and he smiles gently, head tilting to press a soft kiss to them. And then returning the kisses Noctis gives him. They say that the gods give the biggest blessings of all, but for Ignis- this is his blessing. Noct is his light and heart and he feels so lucky, so very happy to be with him.
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Worship him'- Ignis is undeserving of such attention, but he doesn't go against Noct's wishes. He had planned it all, after all, so he follows him. Taking Noct's hand, he presses a kiss to tips of his fingers.]
Very well, [he whispers back,] I'm all yours. Always.
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Those words sparked to life that small portion of his soul that he tried so desperately to keep hidden. All dark, ugly possessiveness and deep, uncontrollable jealousy that threatened to overtake him. An urge to own and be owned in return. To take and take and take until every part of him was filled with nothing but Ignis. Until they were one, complete in every single way. Connection through their hearts, minds and bodies. Struggled against the overwhelming urge to give in and let it run wild.]
My Iggy. [Another breathless whisper, lips moving against lips. Before teeth catch onto the fuller bottom and tug, nipping into the tender flesh before releasing.]
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The tease on the lip makes him take in a sharp breath, and Ignis doesn't hesitate to chase for a fuller, firmer kiss. The feeling of those lips against his own always light a fire within him that is hard to extinguish. And sometimes he doesn't want to. He wants to feed into it, let it burn him up alive.
He shifts them and takes few steps back, pinning Noct against the wall and latching his lips to his neck to leave a bite, a mark on the porcelain skin that will sting for a few days. That will remind Noctis of this night. His hand pushes up against the shirt, making Noct's neat outfit disheveled in just a few moves, just so he can reach the skin that it is hiding.]
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That he gives in so easily, let's himself be pushed back, pinned against the smooth, cold surface of the wall. His back arches as those sharp teeth sink into tender flesh and he cries out, a simple plea of harder. Those bruises are beautiful when they're left, swirling reds and dark blues and purples. But they fade so quickly and he can't stand looking at himself and not seeing the marks of ownership that Ignis leaves on him.]
Please. [Already so breathless, voice deep and quiet.] Harder, Ignis. Make it scar.
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Request makes Ignis' stomach twist, something so very dark and possessive rising in him. A mark. On that beautiful neck. Something that will permanently stay there, show that Noct is his; Noctis doesn't have to tell him twice.
If they were alive, this would've never be allowed, under any circumstances. But here... with permission he got from Noct, he runs tongue across the skin between the shoulder and neck and then bites on it. Hard enough to get a metallic taste in his mouth from it. But he doesn't complain- instead, he gives the wound he made a lick, giving Noct a curious, questioning and a bit of a worried look.]