[Ignis assures gently. Sweet like orange sponge cake, bitter like coffee. He feels the tension leaving Noctis' muscles and it affects him too. He's relaxing just a bit, too. Pretending that he only has his eyes closed as he kisses down Noctis' shoulder toward one of his arms.
It's skin that he's overly familiar with, yet, as he's tasting it, kissing at it, and runs his finger over it, it feels new. New, but still precious and treasured. Ignis takes his time kissing at all the tips of Noctis' fingers, then inside his palm before he would press his cheek against it. It's warm. It feels like he's melting away, and he doesn't want to stop it.
Ignis guides Noctis' hand to the back of his neck, as he goes to tend to his other arm too. Kissing and caressing the skin on his way, just to greet Noctis' fingers once again with a kiss of their own.
When the arms are done, Ignis moves back to Noctis' chest. He kisses lower, toward his heart, and when he reaches it, Ignis stops. He presses his lips against the skin, not moving for a moment. Then he turns his head and presses his ear against Noctis' chest, to just listen to his heartbeat. The heartbeat he almost died to protect. But it worth it, because it has the most beautiful melody against Ignis' ear. It makes him smile a little too. Makes him love Noctis even more, if that's even possible.
Maybe in a different life, a different time, he could listen to Noctis' heartbeat before his first coffee in the morning and before he goes to sleep. It's just too much to ask for that in this life, but dreaming about it, pretending always makes it easier. Right?]
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Date: 2019-08-05 08:01 pm (UTC)[Ignis assures gently. Sweet like orange sponge cake, bitter like coffee. He feels the tension leaving Noctis' muscles and it affects him too. He's relaxing just a bit, too. Pretending that he only has his eyes closed as he kisses down Noctis' shoulder toward one of his arms.
It's skin that he's overly familiar with, yet, as he's tasting it, kissing at it, and runs his finger over it, it feels new. New, but still precious and treasured. Ignis takes his time kissing at all the tips of Noctis' fingers, then inside his palm before he would press his cheek against it. It's warm. It feels like he's melting away, and he doesn't want to stop it.
Ignis guides Noctis' hand to the back of his neck, as he goes to tend to his other arm too. Kissing and caressing the skin on his way, just to greet Noctis' fingers once again with a kiss of their own.
When the arms are done, Ignis moves back to Noctis' chest. He kisses lower, toward his heart, and when he reaches it, Ignis stops. He presses his lips against the skin, not moving for a moment. Then he turns his head and presses his ear against Noctis' chest, to just listen to his heartbeat. The heartbeat he almost died to protect. But it worth it, because it has the most beautiful melody against Ignis' ear. It makes him smile a little too. Makes him love Noctis even more, if that's even possible.
Maybe in a different life, a different time, he could listen to Noctis' heartbeat before his first coffee in the morning and before he goes to sleep. It's just too much to ask for that in this life, but dreaming about it, pretending always makes it easier. Right?]