#& 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]

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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]

Noctis got greeted with the adviser in the kitchen, preparing some breakfast as even wearing only an apron with nothing under it. "Finally awake, love?" He turns around with a smile on the lips, amused glance in the eyes.

Noctis had woken up to find himself alone, the delicious smell of food reached him, making his stomach growl. Well, he knew exactly where his lover was, and here he had been worried the older left. Naked and lazy he glanced around to see where his clothes were. Ugh, too far. Besides... he likes Specs’ clothes better. Reaching out he slipped on the older’s shirt, his scent enveloping Noctis, it’s large on his body. The sleeves going over his hands, and end of the shirt reaching mid thighs. No need for more clothes besides that, it’s just the two of them after all.

Bare feet pad away towards the kitchen, pausing only to be greeted with such a sight that made him groan softly. So rude. But a lovely view. The Prince walked over, settling on a chair, pulling up one of his legs and continued to stare. “Mhm, I woke up all alone,” huffs, standing up after a moment, Stands next to him, and nuzzles his shoulder. One of his hand resting on Ignis’ lower back, “What are you making? It smells really good.”

@thexrightxhand

[sleepingheir]

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Mouth open to continue speaking, since Ignis had been quiet this whole time. A rather unusual thing, the man always seemed to have the right words to say. While Noctis seemed to struggle with them at times, or just wasn’t as eloquent. More like straight tot he point. Blunt. Although this time, he doesn’t fall silent  due to the lack of words. But more alone the lines of not expecting Ignis to say that out loud. The Prince stared at his boyfriend a few seconds, perplexed-- considering he didn’t feel as he was particularly attractive at the moment. With his hair a mess from sleep, and clad only in one of Ignis’ shirts that he had stolen to sleep away in. 

“Wha--” his grow warm, but instead of looking confused. Or even shy-- the younger appeared rather pleased by this. Perhaps, Ignis liked seeing him wearing the other’s clothes? Leisurely, he pushed the covered further away from him, making his way over to Ignis. Bare feet touching the carpet, reaching his love and shamelessly leaning up against him. “Maybe I should just spend the day like this, even while you’re working~”

@thexrightxhand

[sleepingheir]

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They were arguing, it was loud-- heated. Really, it was mostly Noctis close to shouting. While Ignis seemed to keep his composure. But the younger knew him well enough to know that wasn’t completely true. The tense in his shoulders, the hard look in his eyes, the tone in his-- didn’t need to be shouting or yelling. The younger knew he was upset with him. At this point, he should just coincide, understand that his advisor was right; he should listen to his words instead of protesting them. Perhaps it was his stubbornness that led to this fight in the first place. Personally, he was glad it was just the two of them. Gladio might have gotten involved, and Prompto would either speak up or feel very anxious. There was some guilt that he felt, he was blowing this out of proportion, but he just-- just wanted Iggy to understand.

And he doesn’t know how to word it properly, doesn’t know how to make it clear. At least not till he realized how close they were, hardly any space. The argument seemed pointless, and he almost forgets what it was over when he felt those lips on his own. Noctis wasn’t sure who made the first move, but the soft noise that his escaped his lips was an indication. He hardly cared. He was pleased the the sudden turn of events.

His heart was pounding, either from the fight or the soft movement of their lips against each other. His hands reach out and grip on Ignis’ shirt, as if to make sure this was really happening. To keep him in place, and not let him escape from this. The kiss was deepened, and he feels his cheeks turn warm at that. Six, was it cliche of him to feel a little weak at the knees?

Eventually, he pulls away enough for them to both breath. 

“....Can we do that again?”

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[sleepingheir]

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The royal tenses just enough, mainly from the slight spook he suffered, his attention being else where. Noctis turns enough to see it was, and relaxes one he realizes it was Ignis. He had been caught completely off guard, and briefly wondered what has gotten into his adviser. Normally... Iggy would never, Iggy’s never done something like this to him before. One to both crave and dislike touch-- openly seeking it out wasn’t something he did around others often. Save for the select few of course. Finding... that he didn’t mind this touch at all, unaware if it was due to Ignis or the action itself. Although, had it been anyone else, the reaction could have been different.

Instead he tilts his head enough to the side with a soft moan leave his lips. Cheeks flushed with embarrassment, Ignis hit the perfect spot. Damn, Specs, was there anything he wasn’t good at? It made him feel weak in the knees a little, as cliche as the might sound and leaned back against the taller.

“Ignis--” his voice was hushed, worried that he might break whatever spell had come over the older. “What’s... gotten into you?” the slightest smirk.

@thexrightxhand

[sleepingheir]

“i can’t help wanting to protect you from them”

Normally, he doesn’t like hearing that, although he’s well aware that basically it was their job. Sort of. Well, mainly Gladio’s, but they all had his back. And sometimes-- he feels a little guilty about it. Being protected wasn’t a bad thing, right? Occasionally feeling vulnerable and wanting someone to just... to just be there, reassure him; protect him. Yet at the same time, he feels the need to say he could clearly take care of himself, that they needed worry about themselves as well. Maybe more often. It’s a conflicting and confusing feelings. Perhaps even more so, when those words tumbled past Ignis’ lips a different sensation bubbled in his chest.

Sort of warm, and sweet. Like one of Iggy’s tarts. Seemed to over power that conflicting spark inside of him, and wanted to say right back ‘I want to protect you too’. But his actions tended to speak for themselves, or maybe his words were needed too. Both? He’s not sure. It’s still... new to him, not completely, but he doesn’t have a grasp on it. This feeling.

Still, the tense leaves his shoulders, blue eyes less annoyed-- more calm. At ease. And a smile, ever so small, blossoms on his lips, then grows as he steps over and stands beside him. There’s the faintest of hesitation in his movements, and casually brushes his fingertips against the back of Ignis’ gloved hand.

“I’m okay, you don’t need to worry about me,” a pause, “But...thank you. You know the same goes to you too.”

@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.”

[sleepingheir]

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