[ The scar tissue on his back is thicker, and Ignis' fingers there don't feel as pronounced to him there as anywhere else, the feeling dead. So when Noctis shivers at the touch, it's for another reason. He knows the scars don't matter to Ignis, that he gets touched there the same as everywhere else. But Ignis knows the history of them too, spent days at Noct's bedside as the wounds healed. Neither of them will forget what happened, what he lost and what else he was so close to losing that day. And now the scars on Ignis' face are the same. He wears those dark glasses like Noctis wears shirts to swim, and with Noct's shirt off now and Ignis' hands on him, he feels entitled to slide his thumbs under the frames and pull Ignis' glasses off gently, and carefully set them aside.
He doesn't want to lean away from Ignis' hands, and he's quick to lean right back in, to kiss his mouth and ask, eyes lowered so he doesn't loss his nerve, voice choked. ]
Then why did you?
[ He doesn't really want to know. If it's because Ignis hated him, or he was scared... He can't think of any answer that isn't awful, and heartbreaking, and maybe Noctis could've gotten through it a week ago, whatever happened with them and this weird thing they have together, but right now, he couldn't take Ignis' rejection on top of everything, no matter what his reason. Even if he did deserve it, which right now, Noctis is sure he does. Ignis deserves to hate him, he deserves to be safe away from him, but Noctis just can't even consider giving him that right now. He holds tight to him instead, hands smoothing over his bare chest under his open shirt, mouth demanding kisses between every rushed word. ]
Don't just sit outside my door. Don't avoid me. You want to be with me, right?
[ "As long as you need me," like Noctis is ever going to stop, like there will ever be a time he won't need Ignis with him. After what happened... He needs Ignis more than ever, and he's trying to say it, but he's just so bad at talking about anything. He should've... Days ago, he should've explained everything, begged Ignis to stay instead of letting him walk away with more empty promises again, but Noctis can't get the words to come out right. But he tries anyway, tries to make up for unforgivable mistakes and lost time with needy kisses and hands pressed over Ignis' skin, down his chest and stomach to pry open his belt, still panting against his mouth. ]
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Date: 2019-08-01 05:18 pm (UTC)He doesn't want to lean away from Ignis' hands, and he's quick to lean right back in, to kiss his mouth and ask, eyes lowered so he doesn't loss his nerve, voice choked. ]
Then why did you?
[ He doesn't really want to know. If it's because Ignis hated him, or he was scared... He can't think of any answer that isn't awful, and heartbreaking, and maybe Noctis could've gotten through it a week ago, whatever happened with them and this weird thing they have together, but right now, he couldn't take Ignis' rejection on top of everything, no matter what his reason. Even if he did deserve it, which right now, Noctis is sure he does. Ignis deserves to hate him, he deserves to be safe away from him, but Noctis just can't even consider giving him that right now. He holds tight to him instead, hands smoothing over his bare chest under his open shirt, mouth demanding kisses between every rushed word. ]
Don't just sit outside my door. Don't avoid me. You want to be with me, right?
[ "As long as you need me," like Noctis is ever going to stop, like there will ever be a time he won't need Ignis with him. After what happened... He needs Ignis more than ever, and he's trying to say it, but he's just so bad at talking about anything. He should've... Days ago, he should've explained everything, begged Ignis to stay instead of letting him walk away with more empty promises again, but Noctis can't get the words to come out right. But he tries anyway, tries to make up for unforgivable mistakes and lost time with needy kisses and hands pressed over Ignis' skin, down his chest and stomach to pry open his belt, still panting against his mouth. ]
So be with me.