[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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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.]