[ That's... probably the most romantic thing anybody's ever said to Noctis, definitely the most romantic thing Ignis has ever said to him. Noct's heart flutters and his face warms up, and the next kiss feels gentler than the ones before. There's overwhelming guilt, still. That and the grief he feels like a hard pit in his stomach aren't going away any time soon. But he feels warmer and more relaxed all at once than he has since... since Cape Caem, maybe. That little house on the water they shared, the one that belonged to his dad. Just the lighthouse, the water, the four of them and the kids, playing darts and planting vegetables like they were a family, like there wasn't a war going on just outside their door. Maybe they can go back there, after everything. It's nice to think about, to imagine they're still in one of those beds there instead.
Noctis leans back easily as he's pushed, pulling Ignis with him, sliding his hands over his hips and his sides, resting his hands on Ignis' neck because he's afraid to bring them higher, afraid to touch the raw burns sliced through Ignis' face and hurt him by just trying to wipe away his tears. He kisses him, though. Warmly, slowly, until Ignis kisses his neck instead and Noctis is forced to breathe. He lets his eyes close and his head fall back, offering more of his neck, arching up towards Ignis' lips, and hands, and body, still holding onto his shoulders. Sight's not important right now, for either of them. Some things don't have to change. This... All the misunderstandings, the fights, the inconveniences, but this is something that will never change between them. He's always going to want Ignis like this, is never going to want anybody else this close to him. ]
Do I taste sweet? Feel like I'd be bitter.
[ He jokes, voice low and quiet, while his thighs slide against Ignis' hips and his hands trace over his ribs and the muscles of his chest. It's a play on what Ignis said before. Hard not to feel bitter about this, about everything, but if there's one person who makes him want to be better than he feels like he is, to stay hopeful, it's Ignis. ]
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Noctis leans back easily as he's pushed, pulling Ignis with him, sliding his hands over his hips and his sides, resting his hands on Ignis' neck because he's afraid to bring them higher, afraid to touch the raw burns sliced through Ignis' face and hurt him by just trying to wipe away his tears. He kisses him, though. Warmly, slowly, until Ignis kisses his neck instead and Noctis is forced to breathe. He lets his eyes close and his head fall back, offering more of his neck, arching up towards Ignis' lips, and hands, and body, still holding onto his shoulders. Sight's not important right now, for either of them. Some things don't have to change. This... All the misunderstandings, the fights, the inconveniences, but this is something that will never change between them. He's always going to want Ignis like this, is never going to want anybody else this close to him. ]
Do I taste sweet? Feel like I'd be bitter.
[ He jokes, voice low and quiet, while his thighs slide against Ignis' hips and his hands trace over his ribs and the muscles of his chest. It's a play on what Ignis said before. Hard not to feel bitter about this, about everything, but if there's one person who makes him want to be better than he feels like he is, to stay hopeful, it's Ignis. ]