[ The kisses are welcome, more welcome than breathing, and Noctis leans into them, arches against him, pushing down firmly to feel more skin on skin where their bare chests meet, and good as it is, it's the slide of Ignis' hands down the back of his pants that has him making a needy sound into Ignis' mouth.
He might be a burden; that's the problem. If Ignis can't fight, not even to defend himself... He's a liability, and Noctis knows that. It doesn't just put them at risk, it puts Ignis at risk, which is so much worse. But they'll just have to protect him. If Ignis wanted to stay behind, that would be one thing. But if he really wants to be with Noctis, like he's saying he does, not just in words, but with those kisses and the pull of his hands... there's no way Noctis could leave him behind. They'll work it out. Because even if Ignis never gets his sight back, never fights, or cooks, or drives again, or anything else Noct's come to rely on him for... ]
You're not. You're—
[ He'll never be a burden to Noctis. He's so much more than that. Ignis is everything to him. He loves him, more than anybody, more than anything... But Noctis still can't get the words out. They stay stuck right on the tip of his tongue. If he can't say it now, after everything that happened here... He's never going to be able to say it. But he can still hope that maybe he will, if they get through all this, if they live long enough. Maybe when it's all over, he'll be able to put into words what he's always felt, instead of always feeling it stuck in his throat. ]
You won't be. That's my job, remember?
[ For now, though... he just says what he can with eager kisses, and the roll of his body as he covers Ignis' hands with his and helps to shove his pants and boxers down, and kick it all aside. He's not aroused yet, not even close to distracted enough for that, but just baring everything right now is what's important. It feels important, anyway. Noctis works on getting the rest of Ignis' clothes off him next, and when he finds a breath between deep kisses to say something again, he says what's easier than the whole truth, something well-rehearsed, because it's better than saying nothing. ]
Take care of me.
[ He wants to see Ignis smile again. He wants to make stupid puns and laugh with him. That's what he really wants. But for right now... Touching him like this will have to be enough. ]
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Date: 2019-08-02 04:57 pm (UTC)He might be a burden; that's the problem. If Ignis can't fight, not even to defend himself... He's a liability, and Noctis knows that. It doesn't just put them at risk, it puts Ignis at risk, which is so much worse. But they'll just have to protect him. If Ignis wanted to stay behind, that would be one thing. But if he really wants to be with Noctis, like he's saying he does, not just in words, but with those kisses and the pull of his hands... there's no way Noctis could leave him behind. They'll work it out. Because even if Ignis never gets his sight back, never fights, or cooks, or drives again, or anything else Noct's come to rely on him for... ]
You're not. You're—
[ He'll never be a burden to Noctis. He's so much more than that. Ignis is everything to him. He loves him, more than anybody, more than anything... But Noctis still can't get the words out. They stay stuck right on the tip of his tongue. If he can't say it now, after everything that happened here... He's never going to be able to say it. But he can still hope that maybe he will, if they get through all this, if they live long enough. Maybe when it's all over, he'll be able to put into words what he's always felt, instead of always feeling it stuck in his throat. ]
You won't be. That's my job, remember?
[ For now, though... he just says what he can with eager kisses, and the roll of his body as he covers Ignis' hands with his and helps to shove his pants and boxers down, and kick it all aside. He's not aroused yet, not even close to distracted enough for that, but just baring everything right now is what's important. It feels important, anyway. Noctis works on getting the rest of Ignis' clothes off him next, and when he finds a breath between deep kisses to say something again, he says what's easier than the whole truth, something well-rehearsed, because it's better than saying nothing. ]
Take care of me.
[ He wants to see Ignis smile again. He wants to make stupid puns and laugh with him. That's what he really wants. But for right now... Touching him like this will have to be enough. ]