[ Even just the gasping few seconds apart it takes to breathe feels like too long away from Ignis' mouth. His hands slide up Ignis' shirt to hold his neck, to feel more skin to skin, and he welcomes the next kiss with the same kind of neediness as the first. Noctis doesn't want it to end. The kiss... everything. If he can't just sleep through it all, he wants it to be just like this, in bed with Ignis, everything else forgotten, all attention on Ignis and nothing else. It can't stay this way... But for a while, as long as it lasts, this is how he wants things to be. "Glad" is an understatement, and the stutter in Ignis' voice still shakes right through him. How could he let this happen? He kisses Ignis through the words. ]
Me too.
[ Noctis doesn't want to think about it, about everything that happened, about what kind of hit Ignis took that did this to him, about how he survived it, about how much pain he's still in all this time later, and where they go from here. Whether they stay together or split up. He doesn't want to think about any of it, but he can't think with anything but his heart right now, and can't stop thinking. ]
I—
[ They can't talk about it now, shouldn't, but Noctis can't stop thinking about it. Even the warm press of Ignis' mouth isn't enough to shut it out. With a frustrated sound, he breaks the kiss and drops his head to mouth at Ignis' neck again, harder than before. He rocks, full-bodied against him, a thigh pressed between Ignis' legs, mouth hot on his throat. ]
I can't do this without you, Iggy.
[ He doesn't want to do any of what he knows he has to do, doesn't want to decide, doesn't ever want to leave this room. They've already lost so much time they could've been together. Why couldn't things just be normal and easy, like they used to be? Like back in Insomnia, when everything felt hard, but it was so much easier than this. His hands fist in Ignis' shirt, pulling it loose from his pants, giving him space to push his palms under the fabric and feel Ignis' bare stomach instead, more skin to touch, a warm, living distraction as he kisses Ignis' neck open-mouthed from his jaw down to his collar. ]
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
no subject
Date: 2019-07-31 09:27 pm (UTC)Me too.
[ Noctis doesn't want to think about it, about everything that happened, about what kind of hit Ignis took that did this to him, about how he survived it, about how much pain he's still in all this time later, and where they go from here. Whether they stay together or split up. He doesn't want to think about any of it, but he can't think with anything but his heart right now, and can't stop thinking. ]
I—
[ They can't talk about it now, shouldn't, but Noctis can't stop thinking about it. Even the warm press of Ignis' mouth isn't enough to shut it out. With a frustrated sound, he breaks the kiss and drops his head to mouth at Ignis' neck again, harder than before. He rocks, full-bodied against him, a thigh pressed between Ignis' legs, mouth hot on his throat. ]
I can't do this without you, Iggy.
[ He doesn't want to do any of what he knows he has to do, doesn't want to decide, doesn't ever want to leave this room. They've already lost so much time they could've been together. Why couldn't things just be normal and easy, like they used to be? Like back in Insomnia, when everything felt hard, but it was so much easier than this. His hands fist in Ignis' shirt, pulling it loose from his pants, giving him space to push his palms under the fabric and feel Ignis' bare stomach instead, more skin to touch, a warm, living distraction as he kisses Ignis' neck open-mouthed from his jaw down to his collar. ]
I need you.