#& II Walked outside just to kiss the moon--looking back I wish I kissed you ( Ignoct )

[sleepingheir]

Perfect. Ignis stalls, ever so briefly, just admiring the way Noctis' unruly hair somehow perfectly shapes his face. He's beautiful, really -- a work of art that Ignis, with his eloquent tongue and admirably extensive vocabulary, still can't put into words. He leans in finally, gliding his tongue over the prince's bottom lip, before capturing it between his teeth with a soft groan. An attempt at payback, for Noct's ruthless actions from earlier.

the wait was agonizing, was this a prank? were it anyone else, noctis might expect as such, but with ignis it could be a mystery. he felt self conscious for a moment, having just woken up from his nap after doing some work. hadn’t gotten a chance to style or tame his hair. he felt ignis’ eyes on him, shivered and bit his lower lip as the anticipation continued to build.

“specs?” he mumbled after a moment or two.

arstals, please don’t let it be something dumb like a cupcake to the face. although, that wouldn’t be so bad.

ah-! oh no, this was payback, this was ignis getting even with him and the prince shuddered in response. noctis returned the groan, and leaned up more towards him.

“rude-”

[sleepingheir]

Hovers right in front of his face. So close. Enough to smell the mint on his breath. "Noct..." he utters, huskily, teasingly, "Close your eyes."

oh.

he tilted his head up, save for prompto, most felt taller than him, certainly ignis. although, he enjoyed that feature of his, more than happy to climb the older male. noctis resisted the urge to just lean up and kiss him right there. or drag him down to his level, lavish him with kisses and bites and pop those buttons right off.

yeah, he has problems with self restraint, okay? 

“what?” he huffs, “fine, only because you asked nicely.” 

he closed his eyes.

[sleepingheir]

@onuscientia cont. X

they were kissing-- they were actually k i s s i n g.

his biggest fear was the idea, the possibility that Ignis had the power to push him away, to reject his advances and affections. of course, he’d respect his wishes, and not urge forward. instead, right now his heart raced and pushed against his sternum. 

noctis almost faltered from the surprise, lips moved gently against the older’s, savored the sensation, and his hands kneaded the other’s supple flesh. paused for a moment, deepened the kiss, groaned and kept their bodies close.

took a step back, slowly, guided ignis along.

[sleepingheir]

@thexrightxhand asked for a starter

Perched beside the older male, Noctis kept silent for a few moments, shoulders touched, and he looked up at the darkened sky. Silence, familiar and not unwelcomed, the Prince leaned to rest his head upon Ignis’ shoulder. “You need to be more careful,” he muttered, unable to push the images in his mind of his love injured and slightly weak from being poisoned. Thankfully, Noctis was near with potions and antidotes to help him, and kept himself from panic. Although, he teetered on the edge. “I know you are all trying to protect me, and I can’t stop you. But it-- sucks seeing you guys get hurt,” he admitted out loud. Although, he hoped they all knew this, that he ached each time they sustained wounds in favor for his safety. “I shouldn’t have used my magic so much-- you wouldn’t have gotten hurt.”

[sleepingheir]

Embraces him from behind with a content hum, before kissing the back of his head. He's been anxious and saddened, amidst his time away from Noct. Nothing in this world bests the feeling of being back in the prince's presence.

tension at first, confusion followed, but he remembered those arms. how this body felt against his own, and melted. noctis had wondered how long the days would grow with the absence of ignis. the prince tired his best to push forward, but the empty space was never filled. his own anxiety and slight paranoia clouded his mind just enough to make the days difficult. even his dark dreams, ones he tried to ignore when they came along, they had lessened, with ignis gone seemed as if they wanted to play with him again.

not as badly when compared to younger years, at least there was that as some comfort. so for his presence, for himself had returned, the prince turned around and hugged him tightly. normally not one for embraces, prompto was the more affectionate one of his friends, or at least with physical touch. 

but--- he missed ignis. desperately so.

“where have you b e e n ?”

@onuscientia

[sleepingheir]

bondage? ;3

Kinkshame or Kinksame?

Noctis arched a brow, smirked gently with a chuckle that escaped his lips, nonchalant at the question. “Kinksame, but I do have my limits.”