[Does Noctis realize how powerful his words are? That Ignis could stay with him not as a retainer, advisor, or a bodyguard? Does he realize how liberating it sounds? So much that it overwhelms Ignis more than anything else. It's not fair. For all his life, it was told to him that he is Prince Noctis' retainer, that he is one of his loyal servants, and he knew it's not entirely like that. Yet, his core still believes he has no use to Noctis if all his skills and duties are stripped away. And then Noctis goes and straight out tells him that it's not like that.
Ignis needs to breathe, but he kisses Noctis.
He wants to hide again, but he doesn't, arching up into all those touches, offering anything and everything Noctis wants.
His lips tremble, as he kisses back, his eyes shut tight, even if the greyness behind his eyelids not change at all. But he can feel them burn from something else than the injuries. It's just too much. Noctis offered the only thing that would make him the happiest and yet he's still reluctant to take it. They don't have the luxury for that. While Noctis needs him, he has more use of the others for now, of people who don't need help to even walk down a damn corridor.]
I won't be a burden, Noct. I promise I won't.
[His hand slide lower on Noctis back, once again feeling up the scars there. THe past there. Their childhood there... Sliding to the waistline of his shorts, his fingers sneaking under them to feel more. It feels forbidden, like one of the first time they did it, but Ignis doesn't hesitate this time like he did back then.]
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Date: 2019-08-02 09:59 am (UTC)Ignis needs to breathe, but he kisses Noctis.
He wants to hide again, but he doesn't, arching up into all those touches, offering anything and everything Noctis wants.
His lips tremble, as he kisses back, his eyes shut tight, even if the greyness behind his eyelids not change at all. But he can feel them burn from something else than the injuries. It's just too much. Noctis offered the only thing that would make him the happiest and yet he's still reluctant to take it. They don't have the luxury for that. While Noctis needs him, he has more use of the others for now, of people who don't need help to even walk down a damn corridor.]
I won't be a burden, Noct. I promise I won't.
[His hand slide lower on Noctis back, once again feeling up the scars there. THe past there. Their childhood there... Sliding to the waistline of his shorts, his fingers sneaking under them to feel more. It feels forbidden, like one of the first time they did it, but Ignis doesn't hesitate this time like he did back then.]