[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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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.]