[There is nothing Ignis can do that can make Noct unhappy. Except maybe if he forces him to go vegan. Joking aside, Noct is more than aware of his situation, of Ignis' situation, and he can't help himself but hate it from the bottom of his heart. On one side, he's proud to be the prince and he loves his father and yet... he can't go after anything he actually wants. He can only catch glimpses of it, bare brushing of the lips, slight touches, falling asleep against Ignis' shoulder.
Noct is sure that there is nothing in this world that will change what he feels no matter how much time passes. And he will literally do anything to keep him by his side because he cannot imagine a day in his life without Ignis being around.
...Is he actually going to give into Ignis' suggestion about carrot cake? God damn the fingers- he's leaning into the touch like a cat and his defenses are weak.] Fine... but if I don't like it, you're making chocolate cake.
[Ignis considers himself largely a decent man. Not the best of men, but not the worst, and someone who at least attempts to take the higher road most of the time. But he often thinks if he were actually better, he would have an easier time being selfless and not wanting as much as he did. He treasures those moments too much - Noct against his shoulder, brushing his hand against Ignis' wrist. Ignis is the least likely to sling an arm around someone or touch or hug of any of there little crowd, which doesn't mean he never does, just that he's less likely. But he catches himself crowding into Noct's space sometimes, hoping for it, or reaching out himself to brush back dark hair or straighten clothes, just for a chance to touch. He thinks it's probably small of him, but Ignis isn't going to give it up until he has to or until Noctis wants him too, anyway.
And Noctis giving in on carrot cake just makes Ignis laugh, soft and far, far too indulgently adoring, when he's hungover and not hiding anything well. He tucks a lock of hair behind Noct's ear and smooths a fingertip along the shell of it briefly without thinking.] I will make both. But it's cake, so it's not going to add any nutrients to your day. So if you don't want to try it, I won't make you.
[Ignis may not consider himself the best but he is in Noct's eyes. He keeps doing all the stuff Noctis should be doing himself- from political to his apartment. The man is perfect and sometimes he can't help but wonder why does Ignis put up with him? He could probably hand over his advisor duties to someone else and lower his load, though Noct would despise the ~new~ advisor very much and would go to bratty lengths to make the man quit.
...he wasn't wrong when he declared that he doesn't need anyone but Ignis.
The brief touch over his ear and skin behind it sends a visible shiver though him, a very pleasant one. The light color on his cheeks tells more than Noct's words how much he likes the touch.]
No, no, I'll trust you and give it benefit of the doubt since you vouch for it. Once.
[This was proof enough that Ignis wasn't perfect, because he didn't miss that shiver, or the flush to Noct's cheeks.
The problem is, Ignis isn't actually bad at picking up men those rare times he has time and inclination to. He can read when they're interested and when they're not and manage to find someone who just wants a night and then be done with it. So he knows when someone reacts to his touch.
Noctis reacts. It would be easier to ignore if he didn't, but there's a little treacherous part of Ignis' heart (and other parts of him) that likes to whisper that if he just let himself, maybe he could have Noct, if only for a little while.
Normally he can pull back from it, but he's still a little hungover, and without his clothes on or his hair arranged, he's strangely unarmored and vulnerable with it. So Noctis shivers, and Ignis' face goes soft, but his eyes are too dark and intent, and instead of stopping touching at all, he brushes his thumb over Noct's lower lip. And he says Noct's name, too low and questioning.
He recovers too late to cover it at all, hand dropping slowly to the back of the couch.]
I'm grateful for the trust. And promise to only gloat a little when you like it.
[He knows that it's bad to indulge himself into these touches but he also can't resist. They are rare and far in between because Ignis holds up to "rules and codes and propriety" and Noctis had never hated the fact that he's royalty more than then. He wants to be "picked up" by Ignis- in every meaning of that word- and not give two shits about it.
But he can't, and if he actually does that, he'll worry Ignis, which he already does just by existing.
His thoughts come to a halt when the thumb brushes over his lip and he needs all the strength of the Titan to hold back and not tilt his chin enough to press a kiss against it.]
If I like it, you have the right to gloat.
[He misses the hand already. His eyes are locked on it where it lies on the couch and Noctis grumbles, shifting enough to lean against Ignis' side and rest his head against his shoulder.]
[Noctis just drapes up against him to cuddle, and Ignis is really not equipped to deal with this today. He vaguely wishes it were Gladio, because making the mistake of falling into bed with Gladio would probably be infinitely less complicated than just a little bit of intimacy with Noctis.]
I mostly just like watching you enjoy things I've made for you. If I can sneak in a vegetable, then even better.
Ignis shuts his eyes so he's not staring at Noct, but that just gives his traitorous body leave to duck his head into Noct's hair, nuzzle there and breathe in the familiar scent of him.
Noctis has servants who stocked his apartment for him mostly, but sometimes Ignis would pick things up for him if he knows Noct needs them. Or would need them. He knows the scent of Noctis' shampoo. He'd once slept with someone mostly because they had dark hair and used that shampoo and that was enough for Ignis for a night. He breaths in and leans back against Noctis, pressing them up closer together.] Noct ... [Noct's name comes out too low and like a question that Ignis isn't even sure what he's asking.]
You ninja'd so many of them by now, I'm not surprised.
[And despite all of those ninja'd veggies he always liked Ignis' cooking.
The nuzzle against his hair sends a little shiver down his neck- unexpected a bit, as Ignis is not always (if ever) openly affectionate like this, but not unpleasant at all. His closeness was always comforting, the mere thought that he was, and always will be, there when Noct asks for him.
He can feel the breath tingle the side of his face and his name was spoken in such a low tone he almost missed it. But he didn't, and he tilts his head up just a little, catching Ignis' gaze behind his glasses. He expects a question so he doesn't say anything, but he'll be fine if it doesn't come at all- a unique chance to see those green eyes up close like this.]
My special talent. Imagine all the ones you never caught on to.
[Ignis gives him a teasing smile. He does try to slip things by Noctis once in a while, though he mostly tries to make sure he makes things Noct will like. He'd learned to cook largely just so he COULD cook for Noct, and then discovered he liked it.
Ignis is a very detail-oriented man. Exacting. Principled, and meticulous. His bouts of spontaneousness are few and far between and almost always happen when no one he has to be professional around is there to see.
But he's also a very young man in constant contact with someone he is wildly attracted to and probably in love with, even if Ignis doesn't allow himself to even entertain that thought. He has his weak moments. Noct tilting his head like that, staring right up at him. It looks like an invitation and Ignis forgets his head for a second and just takes it, closing the small distance between them and pressing his mouth over Noctis' in slow, deep kiss.
One of the few talents he hadn't used in service of his Prince regularly - Ignis is a very good kisser.
He's lost in it, licking into Noct's mouth to taste it and sliding an arm around him to pull him closer, when just what he's doing catches up to him, and Ignis breaks it off, flushing red and looking away.]
I'm sorry. I shouldn't ... forgive me, highness. [The title sounds ridiculously formal after the kiss and Ignis winces inwardly, moving to get up and out of reach.] I'm sorry, Noct.
[It's because the bouts of spontaneousness are rare that Noctis tries to indulge them as much as he can. Ignis tends to smile a lot more then, laugh and joke around. And it makes Noctis so sad when he realizes that it is his job that makes the beautiful crinkle in corner of Ignis' eyes disappear; the fact that Noct's title wipes happy moments away.
This train of thought comes to a screeching halt when he feels lips press against his own; bold and without an ounce of shyness, slow but so deep he can feel it in his bones. It caught Noct's breath in his throat and painted his cheeks with light flush and-
-and it's over way too soon.
He's in a bit of a daze that doesn't even hear most things Ignis says; he just assumes they are apologies, which makes him feel horrible, compared to the amazing kiss. His hand shoots out to grab back of Ignis' shirt as he tries to stand up and leave.]
Why?
[Why did you kiss him? Why are you sorry? Why are you trying to leave?
Noctis doesn't look angry or annoyed or anything- in fact, if he were good at expressing emotions, his face would show elation. But, instead, it's just his eyes that are showing just a tad bit of hope that Ignis won't just leave it all like this, "a mistake", and completely shut him down.]
[It's not that Noct doesn't understand the meaning behind these words. He knows it. The concept, the basics, what he should or shouldn't do.
So the wise answer to this situation would be to let this go, let Ignis apologize and just move on, ignoring the feelings and the looks they share and this moment.
...
His fingers slowly uncurl from where they are gripping at the fabric.]
...the greater things don't make me happy. You do... [His head turns because he can feel his eyes sting and he doesn't want Ignis to see that.]
[Happy isn't going to help Noct in the long run. He doesn't get a say over his fate, in some ways. And here Ignis is making that more difficult for him. When his duty - and what he wants more than anything - is to make Noct's road in life as easy and painless as possible for him.
He hates that little glint of tears he sees in Noct's eyes before he turns. It makes him feel helpless. Ignis makes a soft noise, frustrated with himself.]
I don't want to make things more difficult for you in the end, Noct.
[But maybe a persistent little voice keeps saying in the back of Ignis' head. Maybe he could make Noct happy for NOW. He shuts his eyes for a second and then breaths out slowly before reaching up with one hand to curl his fingers around Noct's wrist.]
Noct. I'm your advisor and your friend. I always will be, for as long as you want me there. Everything else I am, it was ... to be kept to me only. But if you want ... what do you want, Noctis? From me?
[No, it won't. But it might help keep his sanity and not turn him into a very bitter person. He's already halfway there if one looks at it from a certain angle. The fact that the angle isn't as visible as it could be is because of Ignis. He doesn't want to cry in front of him though, he'll do that later, home, when he's by himself.
He understands or at least tries to, Ignis' point of view. But he doubts there's anything that will make him like it.
Noct's head turns to look at him- the advisor will always come first huh? He shakes his head.]
I want a lot. You know how I am, Iggy. [Pretty selfish brat, sometimes very shameless of that fact.] But what do you want? We never talk about that- you never even allow me to think there might... be something you want.
[Noctis may well not be the type who looks beautiful if he's truly weeping. Maybe he's splotchy or red-nosed. But with just that little glitter of tears and the miserable pout, he's honestly a little breathtaking. And Ignis is weak to Noct being unhappy anyway, even if his own heart wasn't a traitor.]
You don't, actually. I've met other royals. Your hatred of vegetables and formalwear aside, you're actually quite low maintenance.
[Ignis huffs a little.] What I want ... is supposed to be immaterial. It's not important. I want to take care of you. That was always most important.
[Ignis hesitated. He was risking firing, the wrath of a king, and the loss of both Noct's affections eventually, and his friendships with Gladio and Prompto and anyone else close to the Prince with this. It really was incredibly ill advised.
But Noct was crying. And Ignis could still taste him on his lips. His voice came out a little too low and quiet when he spoke again.] But if it wouldn't make you unhappier in the long run, I might want to kiss you again.
[Ignis says it's not important. That it shouldn't be important. That Noctis always comes first before anyone else and that's how things should always be regardless of anything, even Noct's own opinion on it. But the thing is that Ignis does take care of him even when there's no need for it, always checking up on him and ready to come to him regardless whether he's sick or no.
It hurts, damn it, to see him like that; his longest friend forgetting that he should go after things he also wants. When was the last time Ignis genuinely laughed? Noct takes a shaky breath and reaches out for him, dragging Ignis into a hug, albeit a bit awkward from the way they are sitting, but Noctis still somehow manages to bury his face into Ignis' shirt.]
...will it make you happy too? [Ignis will answer yes, won't he? Just to make him happy. Noctis doesn't want that.] I don't want it... if you don't want it. I'll hate it if you force yourself to do it.
[Ignis' embrace- it feels more secure than any type of training he's ever done, any high wall and magic that's been placed around him. If he could melt and just remain here, like this, in Ignis' arms- there's nothing else he'd ever ask for.]
Then... [he looks up at him, eyes a bit glassy, but with a very light flush on his face (source unknown because he was close to crying too),] then do it...
[Ignis feels strangely vulnerable, here without his hair undone, his glasses off, and someone he wants far too much in his arms. He's giving everything away, and that's not what Ignis does often or easily. He doesn't regret it, but he's not sure what to do with it yet, either.
He laughs, soft and a little strained when Noct tips his head up like that, and then gives in, bending his head to claim Noct's mouth again.
Ignis can't kiss Noctis with anything less than his whole self, once he's given in, the same deep, searching kiss. It lasts longer this time though, one turns into two, Noct pulled tight against Ignis' chest. When he finally lifts his head again to catch his breath, he doesn't let go, thumb drawing a little circle on Noct's back.]
[Ignis makes it so easy to give in like this, to feel so weightless and happy from just a few kisses. He sighs softly into the first one, hands sliding over Ignis' chest to wrap tightly around his neck. His fingers don't waste time to entangle in the long strands of the undone hair, happily combing through it, then resting at the nape of his neck.
The second kiss makes him push up against him just a tad bit more, feeling tingles rush down his back. He'll never get tired of this, of kissing Ignis, the warmth and softness of his lips better than any dessert he ever tasted in his life.
When he pulls away, Noct's eyes are closed for a few moments, before he looks up at him, as if searching whether Ignis regretted doing this or no. Because Noctis doesn't, regardless of the eventual outcome.]
[Ignis could drown in this boy - this young man. He wasn't a boy, even if Ignis had tried to make himself think of Noct as one, so he wouldn't look as much. It had never worked anyway, and it was untrue and pointless to try now, with Noctis in his arms.
He met that searching look from Noct with a small smile, reaching up to touch his lips, and then brush his hair back.]
You realize I have no idea what I'm doing, I hope? I never planned to give in to what I wanted so badly.
[Noctis returns the smile, his eyes still a bit shimmering from previous tears, and he turns his head to press a kiss to the fingers that are trailing his lips.]
And you think I know? 'Winging it' is my best and worst trait.
[He wants so desperately to make Ignis smile genuinely at him, like before, when they had not a single worry in the world. Sure, it won't erase these but he still wants to see it.]
[Ignis laughs, soft but clear and happy, even if he knows this is complicated enough that he probably shouldn't be. It's hard not to be when his heart is racing and he has Noctis in his arms.]
You have many good traits, I wouldn't call it your best. But if I did, I would call it ... improvisation.
[Ignis can't help but kiss him once more before speaking again.]
You do realize you can have anything you want from me, don't you? You just have to ask. Even if you're asking me to back away.
But improvisations are usually all good. Winging it is fifty-fifty. That's me.
[But he laughs a bit too- to think that Ignis likes him despite the pile of bad traits he has is a miracle. Whatever luck is out there, watching over him, Noctis thanks it. Because this is all he ever wanted.]
All I want right now is to cuddle away that hangover of yours so we can make pizza together later.
[He's very determined to heal Ignis up with hugs and kisses.]
[Ignis' tone is bone dry, but softens again as he adds.]
And you give yourself too little credit. You do much better than fifty-fifty with everything you try.
[Ignis shakes his head, smiling again. He's still a little stunned that this happened, that he let it happen, but he feels too giddy with Noctis this close to let doubt start to crowd in yet.]
That can be arranged, I think.
[Ignis steals another kiss and then sinks back into the sofa, pulling Noctis with him this time so if he were any closer he'd have to be in Ignis' lap.]
[Noctis shrugs. Whenever Ignis improvizes (mostly around the councilmen), it goes so smoothly it almost deceives Noct.
Happily, he lets Ignis pull him against himself, and he doesn't hesitate to throw his legs over Ignis' lap as he leans fully against his side. Hopefully, Ignis is comfortable because Noct doesn't plan on moving from here any time soon.]
Sorry if I doze off, you're warm... [Noct mutters, his face buried in the crook of Iggy's neck.]
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[There is nothing Ignis can do that can make Noct unhappy. Except maybe if he forces him to go vegan. Joking aside, Noct is more than aware of his situation, of Ignis' situation, and he can't help himself but hate it from the bottom of his heart. On one side, he's proud to be the prince and he loves his father and yet... he can't go after anything he actually wants. He can only catch glimpses of it, bare brushing of the lips, slight touches, falling asleep against Ignis' shoulder.
Noct is sure that there is nothing in this world that will change what he feels no matter how much time passes. And he will literally do anything to keep him by his side because he cannot imagine a day in his life without Ignis being around.
...Is he actually going to give into Ignis' suggestion about carrot cake? God damn the fingers- he's leaning into the touch like a cat and his defenses are weak.] Fine... but if I don't like it, you're making chocolate cake.
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And Noctis giving in on carrot cake just makes Ignis laugh, soft and far, far too indulgently adoring, when he's hungover and not hiding anything well. He tucks a lock of hair behind Noct's ear and smooths a fingertip along the shell of it briefly without thinking.] I will make both. But it's cake, so it's not going to add any nutrients to your day. So if you don't want to try it, I won't make you.
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...he wasn't wrong when he declared that he doesn't need anyone but Ignis.
The brief touch over his ear and skin behind it sends a visible shiver though him, a very pleasant one. The light color on his cheeks tells more than Noct's words how much he likes the touch.]
No, no, I'll trust you and give it benefit of the doubt since you vouch for it. Once.
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The problem is, Ignis isn't actually bad at picking up men those rare times he has time and inclination to. He can read when they're interested and when they're not and manage to find someone who just wants a night and then be done with it. So he knows when someone reacts to his touch.
Noctis reacts. It would be easier to ignore if he didn't, but there's a little treacherous part of Ignis' heart (and other parts of him) that likes to whisper that if he just let himself, maybe he could have Noct, if only for a little while.
Normally he can pull back from it, but he's still a little hungover, and without his clothes on or his hair arranged, he's strangely unarmored and vulnerable with it. So Noctis shivers, and Ignis' face goes soft, but his eyes are too dark and intent, and instead of stopping touching at all, he brushes his thumb over Noct's lower lip. And he says Noct's name, too low and questioning.
He recovers too late to cover it at all, hand dropping slowly to the back of the couch.]
I'm grateful for the trust. And promise to only gloat a little when you like it.
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But he can't, and if he actually does that, he'll worry Ignis, which he already does just by existing.
His thoughts come to a halt when the thumb brushes over his lip and he needs all the strength of the Titan to hold back and not tilt his chin enough to press a kiss against it.]
If I like it, you have the right to gloat.
[He misses the hand already. His eyes are locked on it where it lies on the couch and Noctis grumbles, shifting enough to lean against Ignis' side and rest his head against his shoulder.]
But after the hangover.
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I mostly just like watching you enjoy things I've made for you. If I can sneak in a vegetable, then even better.
Ignis shuts his eyes so he's not staring at Noct, but that just gives his traitorous body leave to duck his head into Noct's hair, nuzzle there and breathe in the familiar scent of him.
Noctis has servants who stocked his apartment for him mostly, but sometimes Ignis would pick things up for him if he knows Noct needs them. Or would need them. He knows the scent of Noctis' shampoo. He'd once slept with someone mostly because they had dark hair and used that shampoo and that was enough for Ignis for a night. He breaths in and leans back against Noctis, pressing them up closer together.] Noct ... [Noct's name comes out too low and like a question that Ignis isn't even sure what he's asking.]
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[And despite all of those ninja'd veggies he always liked Ignis' cooking.
The nuzzle against his hair sends a little shiver down his neck- unexpected a bit, as Ignis is not always (if ever) openly affectionate like this, but not unpleasant at all. His closeness was always comforting, the mere thought that he was, and always will be, there when Noct asks for him.
He can feel the breath tingle the side of his face and his name was spoken in such a low tone he almost missed it. But he didn't, and he tilts his head up just a little, catching Ignis' gaze behind his glasses. He expects a question so he doesn't say anything, but he'll be fine if it doesn't come at all- a unique chance to see those green eyes up close like this.]
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[Ignis gives him a teasing smile. He does try to slip things by Noctis once in a while, though he mostly tries to make sure he makes things Noct will like. He'd learned to cook largely just so he COULD cook for Noct, and then discovered he liked it.
Ignis is a very detail-oriented man. Exacting. Principled, and meticulous. His bouts of spontaneousness are few and far between and almost always happen when no one he has to be professional around is there to see.
But he's also a very young man in constant contact with someone he is wildly attracted to and probably in love with, even if Ignis doesn't allow himself to even entertain that thought. He has his weak moments. Noct tilting his head like that, staring right up at him. It looks like an invitation and Ignis forgets his head for a second and just takes it, closing the small distance between them and pressing his mouth over Noctis' in slow, deep kiss.
One of the few talents he hadn't used in service of his Prince regularly - Ignis is a very good kisser.
He's lost in it, licking into Noct's mouth to taste it and sliding an arm around him to pull him closer, when just what he's doing catches up to him, and Ignis breaks it off, flushing red and looking away.]
I'm sorry. I shouldn't ... forgive me, highness. [The title sounds ridiculously formal after the kiss and Ignis winces inwardly, moving to get up and out of reach.] I'm sorry, Noct.
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This train of thought comes to a screeching halt when he feels lips press against his own; bold and without an ounce of shyness, slow but so deep he can feel it in his bones. It caught Noct's breath in his throat and painted his cheeks with light flush and-
-and it's over way too soon.
He's in a bit of a daze that doesn't even hear most things Ignis says; he just assumes they are apologies, which makes him feel horrible, compared to the amazing kiss. His hand shoots out to grab back of Ignis' shirt as he tries to stand up and leave.]
Why?
[Why did you kiss him? Why are you sorry? Why are you trying to leave?
Noctis doesn't look angry or annoyed or anything- in fact, if he were good at expressing emotions, his face would show elation. But, instead, it's just his eyes that are showing just a tad bit of hope that Ignis won't just leave it all like this, "a mistake", and completely shut him down.]
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There are many ways to answer that question. The answer he chooses is both the most honest and probably not the one he should say.]
Because it's not my place to want this from you. You're meant for greater things.
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So the wise answer to this situation would be to let this go, let Ignis apologize and just move on, ignoring the feelings and the looks they share and this moment.
...
His fingers slowly uncurl from where they are gripping at the fabric.]
...the greater things don't make me happy. You do... [His head turns because he can feel his eyes sting and he doesn't want Ignis to see that.]
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He hates that little glint of tears he sees in Noct's eyes before he turns. It makes him feel helpless. Ignis makes a soft noise, frustrated with himself.]
I don't want to make things more difficult for you in the end, Noct.
[But maybe a persistent little voice keeps saying in the back of Ignis' head. Maybe he could make Noct happy for NOW. He shuts his eyes for a second and then breaths out slowly before reaching up with one hand to curl his fingers around Noct's wrist.]
Noct. I'm your advisor and your friend. I always will be, for as long as you want me there. Everything else I am, it was ... to be kept to me only. But if you want ... what do you want, Noctis? From me?
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He understands or at least tries to, Ignis' point of view. But he doubts there's anything that will make him like it.
Noct's head turns to look at him- the advisor will always come first huh? He shakes his head.]
I want a lot. You know how I am, Iggy. [Pretty selfish brat, sometimes very shameless of that fact.] But what do you want? We never talk about that- you never even allow me to think there might... be something you want.
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You don't, actually. I've met other royals. Your hatred of vegetables and formalwear aside, you're actually quite low maintenance.
[Ignis huffs a little.] What I want ... is supposed to be immaterial. It's not important. I want to take care of you. That was always most important.
[Ignis hesitated. He was risking firing, the wrath of a king, and the loss of both Noct's affections eventually, and his friendships with Gladio and Prompto and anyone else close to the Prince with this. It really was incredibly ill advised.
But Noct was crying. And Ignis could still taste him on his lips. His voice came out a little too low and quiet when he spoke again.] But if it wouldn't make you unhappier in the long run, I might want to kiss you again.
happy birthday specs :3
It hurts, damn it, to see him like that; his longest friend forgetting that he should go after things he also wants. When was the last time Ignis genuinely laughed? Noct takes a shaky breath and reaches out for him, dragging Ignis into a hug, albeit a bit awkward from the way they are sitting, but Noctis still somehow manages to bury his face into Ignis' shirt.]
...will it make you happy too? [Ignis will answer yes, won't he? Just to make him happy. Noctis doesn't want that.] I don't want it... if you don't want it. I'll hate it if you force yourself to do it.
oh look, he's getting a prince for his birthday
He really is hopeless for this boy.]
Noctis ... I have to force myself not to want more from you. Every day, every moment. For longer than I care to admit.
<3
Then... [he looks up at him, eyes a bit glassy, but with a very light flush on his face (source unknown because he was close to crying too),] then do it...
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He laughs, soft and a little strained when Noct tips his head up like that, and then gives in, bending his head to claim Noct's mouth again.
Ignis can't kiss Noctis with anything less than his whole self, once he's given in, the same deep, searching kiss. It lasts longer this time though, one turns into two, Noct pulled tight against Ignis' chest. When he finally lifts his head again to catch his breath, he doesn't let go, thumb drawing a little circle on Noct's back.]
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The second kiss makes him push up against him just a tad bit more, feeling tingles rush down his back. He'll never get tired of this, of kissing Ignis, the warmth and softness of his lips better than any dessert he ever tasted in his life.
When he pulls away, Noct's eyes are closed for a few moments, before he looks up at him, as if searching whether Ignis regretted doing this or no. Because Noctis doesn't, regardless of the eventual outcome.]
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He met that searching look from Noct with a small smile, reaching up to touch his lips, and then brush his hair back.]
You realize I have no idea what I'm doing, I hope? I never planned to give in to what I wanted so badly.
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And you think I know? 'Winging it' is my best and worst trait.
[He wants so desperately to make Ignis smile genuinely at him, like before, when they had not a single worry in the world. Sure, it won't erase these but he still wants to see it.]
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You have many good traits, I wouldn't call it your best. But if I did, I would call it ... improvisation.
[Ignis can't help but kiss him once more before speaking again.]
You do realize you can have anything you want from me, don't you? You just have to ask. Even if you're asking me to back away.
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[But he laughs a bit too- to think that Ignis likes him despite the pile of bad traits he has is a miracle. Whatever luck is out there, watching over him, Noctis thanks it. Because this is all he ever wanted.]
All I want right now is to cuddle away that hangover of yours so we can make pizza together later.
[He's very determined to heal Ignis up with hugs and kisses.]
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[Ignis' tone is bone dry, but softens again as he adds.]
And you give yourself too little credit. You do much better than fifty-fifty with everything you try.
[Ignis shakes his head, smiling again. He's still a little stunned that this happened, that he let it happen, but he feels too giddy with Noctis this close to let doubt start to crowd in yet.]
That can be arranged, I think.
[Ignis steals another kiss and then sinks back into the sofa, pulling Noctis with him this time so if he were any closer he'd have to be in Ignis' lap.]
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Happily, he lets Ignis pull him against himself, and he doesn't hesitate to throw his legs over Ignis' lap as he leans fully against his side. Hopefully, Ignis is comfortable because Noct doesn't plan on moving from here any time soon.]
Sorry if I doze off, you're warm... [Noct mutters, his face buried in the crook of Iggy's neck.]
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Mmm. Sleep, if you like. Just stay here, if you do. [Ignis ducks his head to kiss the other side of Noct's neck softly.]
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Mmm, I don't plan on going anywhere. [There are visible goosebumps on his neck when Ignis kisses it and he smiles.]