[ This is stupid, reckless. It's selfish, isn't it? Noctis should be the calm one here, should be reassuring about everything. He should just get ice for Ignis' head or something, sit with him, talk through it. But none of that would be even near close enough to what he really wants. And Ignis wants him too, is pulling him close and kissed him back just as hungrily, so why shouldn't they just take every little bit of comfort from each other's skin that they can? They're together, they're here for right now, and what better reason is that?
It dulls the pain a little bit. Or at least quiet's Noct's thoughts down. Ignis tugs at his shirt, and Noctis pulls it over his head. The couple bruises he's got aren't fully healed, but they don't hurt that much, and it's not like Ignis can see them right now to worry, anyway. It's weirdly reassuring, not to be looked at, to know Ignis' eyes are closed without even having to look. Noctis leans in again, and he's kissing Ignis' mouth before the shirt's even fully off his arms, rocking down against him, into the space Ignis has made for him between his thighs. That's all he wants, to touch Ignis like this, to hear it over and over what he said before, before he started avoiding him. That he won't leave, no matter what. That he'll be here, always reaching a hand out for him. ]
Say it again. Promise me, Ignis.
[ Noctis licks the bruised, red scar on Ignis' lip before kissing him again, while his hands work open the buttons of Ignis' shirt, rough fingers moving as quick as they can to get to more skin. ]
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It dulls the pain a little bit. Or at least quiet's Noct's thoughts down. Ignis tugs at his shirt, and Noctis pulls it over his head. The couple bruises he's got aren't fully healed, but they don't hurt that much, and it's not like Ignis can see them right now to worry, anyway. It's weirdly reassuring, not to be looked at, to know Ignis' eyes are closed without even having to look. Noctis leans in again, and he's kissing Ignis' mouth before the shirt's even fully off his arms, rocking down against him, into the space Ignis has made for him between his thighs. That's all he wants, to touch Ignis like this, to hear it over and over what he said before, before he started avoiding him. That he won't leave, no matter what. That he'll be here, always reaching a hand out for him. ]
Say it again. Promise me, Ignis.
[ Noctis licks the bruised, red scar on Ignis' lip before kissing him again, while his hands work open the buttons of Ignis' shirt, rough fingers moving as quick as they can to get to more skin. ]