[ The attention Ignis is giving him is so slow, so reverent, it's almost too much for Noctis to take. It's all he can do to keep still as Ignis kisses down his arm, all the way to his fingertips. Noctis feels almost like he can't breathe. it's painful, but a good kind of pain, like being kissed to breathlessness or hugged too tightly. He feels dizzy with it, with how much Ignis loves him. Like warm syrup filling his lungs, drowning him, and he just wants more of it. ]
Right, I forgot. ...You like bitter more.
[ Noctis prefers things sweet. Sugar in his coffee. Syrupy fruit in his pastries. Ignis in bed. This is an indulgence, and Noctis knows he's being spoiled right now, should be doing more to give back. But he doesn't. He's content to just soak up everything Ignis is giving him, every gentle kiss to his arms and palms and fingertips, to his collar and chest, while his hands smooth over Ignis' shoulders and his neck, and his cheeks when they're offered, and into his hair after that. It takes him a long couple seconds to realize that Ignis isn't just leaning against him, that he's listening to his heartbeat, and Noct's heart races a little faster with the realization, self-consciousness and guilt creeping in. Ignis had it so much worse, is injured in a way that didn't just knock him out for a couple days... But Ignis was still just worried about him instead.
Noct's voice is thick, arms rested on Ignis' shoulders, fingers carding through his hair. If they could just stay like this... If he could just keep Ignis right here in his arms, in bed, just like this... That would be perfect. ]
Lucky for me.
[ If only they really were that lucky. But for right now... At least they are that lucky right now. They almost didn't even have this much. With less teasing, Noctis affirms it. ]
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Date: 2019-08-05 08:26 pm (UTC)Right, I forgot. ...You like bitter more.
[ Noctis prefers things sweet. Sugar in his coffee. Syrupy fruit in his pastries. Ignis in bed. This is an indulgence, and Noctis knows he's being spoiled right now, should be doing more to give back. But he doesn't. He's content to just soak up everything Ignis is giving him, every gentle kiss to his arms and palms and fingertips, to his collar and chest, while his hands smooth over Ignis' shoulders and his neck, and his cheeks when they're offered, and into his hair after that. It takes him a long couple seconds to realize that Ignis isn't just leaning against him, that he's listening to his heartbeat, and Noct's heart races a little faster with the realization, self-consciousness and guilt creeping in. Ignis had it so much worse, is injured in a way that didn't just knock him out for a couple days... But Ignis was still just worried about him instead.
Noct's voice is thick, arms rested on Ignis' shoulders, fingers carding through his hair. If they could just stay like this... If he could just keep Ignis right here in his arms, in bed, just like this... That would be perfect. ]
Lucky for me.
[ If only they really were that lucky. But for right now... At least they are that lucky right now. They almost didn't even have this much. With less teasing, Noctis affirms it. ]
I'm really lucky.