[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.]
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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.]