“…It makes me very happy to see you enjoy your food.”
Ravus’s mismatched eyes turned sharply to Ignis. The man was sitting there looking as content as Ravus had ever seen him. A full smile on his face this time, not just a coy smirk.
He looked like he was being honest.
Ravus glanced down nervously at his empty plate. “Th… Thank you for…making this dish. For me.”
“You’re quite welcome. I daresay we should make it a habit of meeting for lunches like this.” Ignis sighed and looked back at Ravus with a slight frown. “At least a few times a month. You’re looking…rather thin, Imperial Highness. Thinner than when I last saw you. Are you eating properly in Tenebrae?”
Of course Ignis was correct in his assumption. Ravus could not remember the last time he had full meal in him, certainly not one that felt this satisfying. He stayed quiet, unable to lie to Ignis’s face and tell him he was fine. And well, that he was a grown man, and why exactly was Ignis so interested in his personal life anyway…? But suddenly none of those arguments made any sense.
Ignis’s concern seemed genuine. Ravus had a difficult time judging people’s true motives, but he knew when he was being played. He knew from the moment he met Ardyn that the man was taking him for a fool. Pure and simple. But Ignis? There was not even a hint of that malice.
It seemed this was just what Ignis did. He was…a caregiver. This was his natural state.
…Could there be a person that magnificent? Ravus wondered.
“Hmm.” Ignis made an unsatisfied sound. He rose to his feet. “Here, let me have a look at you.”
Without waiting for an answer, he walked to Ravus’s side and a hand on his shoulder again. This time, Ravus knew the feeling it would give him and he braced himself for it. But still, that mind-numbing aura of gentleness…it was firmer this time. Ignis was being more forceful in his touching.
Ravus had to swallow another moan. His face was so close to Ignis’s chest. He wanted to bury his face right up against the buttons on this man’s shirt, right over his heart. He wanted to feel his warmth all over his face. He wanted to smell him, intimately. He wanted to take that little necklace Ignis wore into his mouth and suck on the metal, absorbing a piece of this man’s energy into himself.
He wanted, he wanted.
Ignis squeezed the bones in Ravus’s shoulder. “Yes, your bones are more prominent here than last time. Your cheeks are looking a bit more hollow.”
As if collecting data, Ignis ran the back of his pointer finger down Ravus’s cheek. The Imperial officer flinched and sucked in air, making a sound between a whimper and a gasp.
Moving on like he hadn’t heard (though he must have heard that humiliating noise, they were close enough), Ignis continued tutting. “Tsk. What are they feeding you in Tenebrae? Need I go to Fleuret manor myself and have a word with your personal chefs?”
Yes, please, come with me… Ravus shouted inside his mind. He so badly wanted Ignis to come with him to the manor. He even wanted to watch Ignis chew out his chefs, even though he knew it wasn’t their fault. He wanted to see Ignis go into his own kitchen and completely take control, to put Ravus on a personal diet and monitor it himself.
He wanted Ignis to take care of him like that. He would let this man dictate his every move. Oh, by the Six, he would.
Ravus opened his mouth to say something, uncertain what would come out. He wanted to plead with Ignis to come back to Tenebrae with him. He was already running through a list of things in his mind that he could offer this man in compensation.
But Ignis interrupted his train of thought. “Alas, it’s impossible for me to leave Lucis right now. Noctis is in sore need of an advisor in these early stages of his reign.”
Noctis. The brat. Ravus narrowed his eyes in frustration and (he would admit this) jealousy.
“Now, don’t be cross,” Ignis chided. His hand moved back and he combed his fingers through Ravus’s thin white hair. “I’ll think of a solution. After all, something must be done. They are doing an abysmal job of looking after you in Tenebrae.”
Ravus closed his eyes against the feel of Ignis’s fingers against his scalp. His stomach did the most amazing somersault and the skin across his whole body seemed to heave a collective sigh. A soothing hand in his hair…the emptiness inside of him yawned for a moment, then closed. He needed that hand there. A palm on the crown of his head, touching him softly.
Just like hers…
Ravus stuttered a weighty sigh. He felt some measure of agony leaving him the more Ignis touched him. He wanted Ignis to keep his hand there forever…
“Well, at the very least…” Ignis leaned in close and all but whispered in Ravus’s ear. “…I’m certain we could find more reasons for you to visit the Citadel. At least, more official reasons we can float by His Majesty. Now, can’t we?”
The feel of Ignis’s soft breath tickling his cheek made Ravus want to collapse on the floor and offer himself up. Completely. He would have agreed to anything in that moment.
Ravus nodded dumbly.
Ignis broke into a smile. “Yes, of course we can. I’ve just come up with several while we were sitting here. So, not to worry. It’s all handled, your Imperial Highness….may I call you Ravus?”
The sound of his name in Ignis’s mouth made Ravus’s body light up. He was suddenly aware of a strange pain between his legs. Slowly, he realized it was from his own hardness. His member was hard enough to actually hurt. When had he ever been…like this?
Growing dizzy (possibly from lack of blood flowing to his brain), Ravus nodded silently again. Yes, Ignis could call him by his given name. Only that, please.
“Excellent.” Ignis leaned forward and pressed a light kiss to the side of Ravus’s cheek.
“…Anh…!” Those lips on him! Wet and warm, just like….!
“Of course, I’ll address you properly when we’re in front of the others. But between us, I’ll call you…” Ignis’s hazel eyes sparkled like gems. “…Ravus.”
The Imperial officer thought he was about to lose his mind. He felt…wet, down there. Like his cock was dripping already. Could that be? How was it possible to be this aroused, from so little…?
Ignis moved back a bit, creating some space between them. He glanced down at Ravus’s lap and stared for a moment. Of course, he had to see the obvious bulge there. The insistent, unthinkable arousal Ravus was feeling. No way the Imperial officer could hide it. He thought the advisor might make some snide comment—he had a right to, this situation was beyond inappropriate. So he braced himself for a stab of humiliation.
But instead, Ignis flicked his eyes back to Ravus’s face. “You have a lovely name, Ravus. Quite endearing. Whoever gave it to you must have loved you very much.”
At that, Ravus had to squeeze his eyes shut against a rush of emotion. He could suddenly hear a woman’s voice in his ears, as clear as day. Her voice, saying his name.
Ravus, my darling…
He remembered now, he remembered what he used to call her…
Suddenly, they both heard footsteps approaching the kitchen.
“Ah,” Ignis said in a normal voice. “That would be a messenger from His Majesty. I believe it’s time for your meeting now.”
Calm as ever, Ignis stepped away from Ravus. He leaned back casually against the kitchen counter, arms crossed as if they had just been having a conversation. Ravus unconsciously reached for the other man with one hand, his body trying to follow him.
Ignis acknowledged the hand with a smile. He gripped it tightly for a moment, then tucked Ravus’s hand down into the officer’s lap. He patted Ravus’s hand one more time for good measure. As if to say, ‘Yes. But later.’
Ravus got the message loud and clear. He held onto that thought tightly in the core of his being, needing to believe Ignis would touch him again. Soon. Not now, but soon.
Sure enough, a maid entered the room not long after. She told Ignis that Noctis wanted to see him now and that he would meet with Ravus in a matter of minutes. Thanking the young girl, Ignis followed her back to the main hall, out of the kitchen. He glanced back at Ravus and nodded once, smiling warmly.
It took all of Ravus’s willpower not to get down on his hands and knees and crawl after him. He wanted to, but…he needed to be patient. He couldn’t embarrass Ignis over something like this. No…he wanted to make Ignis happy. To do as he said.
That night though, after meeting with Noctis, Ravus stayed around the castle. He found out where Ignis usually worked and he waited for the man outside in the corridor. His brain was still working—or at least, he thought it was—but it could not come up with any reasons not to do this.
No one…no one had ever made Ravus feel…like that.
Finally, Ignis emerged from his office. As he walked by, Ravus loudly came up beside him. He didn’t want to startle Ignis, so he gave the man plenty of time to recognize his footsteps.
Fortunately, they were alone.
Ravus grabbed Ignis by the shoulder and pulled him into a nook, unseen by any potential passersby. Bending down, Ravus kissed Ignis hard on the mouth. He kissed him over and over, pressing their mouths together until he could taste Ignis all the way in the back of his throat.
He wanted this to be his answer, since whenever he came near Ignis no words seemed to come out. He would just have to show him in actions then.
Ravus eventually pulled back to get some air. He looked down at the man he so adored, thinking he would kiss him again—but Ignis appeared a bit disheveled. The advisor’s face was flushed, glasses slightly askew. The normally calm man seemed more than a little…bewildered.
But, after a moment, Ignis took it in stride. He adjusted his glasses with one hand and regarded Ravus with a fond expression.
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Re: FILL: "Chin Up" Ravus/Ignis Mommykink Part 3/?
Date: 2017-03-19 12:19 pm (UTC)Ravus’s mismatched eyes turned sharply to Ignis. The man was sitting there looking as content as Ravus had ever seen him. A full smile on his face this time, not just a coy smirk.
He looked like he was being honest.
Ravus glanced down nervously at his empty plate. “Th… Thank you for…making this dish. For me.”
“You’re quite welcome. I daresay we should make it a habit of meeting for lunches like this.” Ignis sighed and looked back at Ravus with a slight frown. “At least a few times a month. You’re looking…rather thin, Imperial Highness. Thinner than when I last saw you. Are you eating properly in Tenebrae?”
Of course Ignis was correct in his assumption. Ravus could not remember the last time he had full meal in him, certainly not one that felt this satisfying. He stayed quiet, unable to lie to Ignis’s face and tell him he was fine. And well, that he was a grown man, and why exactly was Ignis so interested in his personal life anyway…? But suddenly none of those arguments made any sense.
Ignis’s concern seemed genuine. Ravus had a difficult time judging people’s true motives, but he knew when he was being played. He knew from the moment he met Ardyn that the man was taking him for a fool. Pure and simple. But Ignis? There was not even a hint of that malice.
It seemed this was just what Ignis did. He was…a caregiver. This was his natural state.
…Could there be a person that magnificent? Ravus wondered.
“Hmm.” Ignis made an unsatisfied sound. He rose to his feet. “Here, let me have a look at you.”
Without waiting for an answer, he walked to Ravus’s side and a hand on his shoulder again. This time, Ravus knew the feeling it would give him and he braced himself for it. But still, that mind-numbing aura of gentleness…it was firmer this time. Ignis was being more forceful in his touching.
Ravus had to swallow another moan. His face was so close to Ignis’s chest. He wanted to bury his face right up against the buttons on this man’s shirt, right over his heart. He wanted to feel his warmth all over his face. He wanted to smell him, intimately. He wanted to take that little necklace Ignis wore into his mouth and suck on the metal, absorbing a piece of this man’s energy into himself.
He wanted, he wanted.
Ignis squeezed the bones in Ravus’s shoulder. “Yes, your bones are more prominent here than last time. Your cheeks are looking a bit more hollow.”
As if collecting data, Ignis ran the back of his pointer finger down Ravus’s cheek. The Imperial officer flinched and sucked in air, making a sound between a whimper and a gasp.
Moving on like he hadn’t heard (though he must have heard that humiliating noise, they were close enough), Ignis continued tutting. “Tsk. What are they feeding you in Tenebrae? Need I go to Fleuret manor myself and have a word with your personal chefs?”
Yes, please, come with me… Ravus shouted inside his mind. He so badly wanted Ignis to come with him to the manor. He even wanted to watch Ignis chew out his chefs, even though he knew it wasn’t their fault. He wanted to see Ignis go into his own kitchen and completely take control, to put Ravus on a personal diet and monitor it himself.
He wanted Ignis to take care of him like that. He would let this man dictate his every move. Oh, by the Six, he would.
Ravus opened his mouth to say something, uncertain what would come out. He wanted to plead with Ignis to come back to Tenebrae with him. He was already running through a list of things in his mind that he could offer this man in compensation.
But Ignis interrupted his train of thought. “Alas, it’s impossible for me to leave Lucis right now. Noctis is in sore need of an advisor in these early stages of his reign.”
Noctis. The brat. Ravus narrowed his eyes in frustration and (he would admit this) jealousy.
“Now, don’t be cross,” Ignis chided. His hand moved back and he combed his fingers through Ravus’s thin white hair. “I’ll think of a solution. After all, something must be done. They are doing an abysmal job of looking after you in Tenebrae.”
Ravus closed his eyes against the feel of Ignis’s fingers against his scalp. His stomach did the most amazing somersault and the skin across his whole body seemed to heave a collective sigh. A soothing hand in his hair…the emptiness inside of him yawned for a moment, then closed. He needed that hand there. A palm on the crown of his head, touching him softly.
Just like hers…
Ravus stuttered a weighty sigh. He felt some measure of agony leaving him the more Ignis touched him. He wanted Ignis to keep his hand there forever…
“Well, at the very least…” Ignis leaned in close and all but whispered in Ravus’s ear. “…I’m certain we could find more reasons for you to visit the Citadel. At least, more official reasons we can float by His Majesty. Now, can’t we?”
The feel of Ignis’s soft breath tickling his cheek made Ravus want to collapse on the floor and offer himself up. Completely. He would have agreed to anything in that moment.
Ravus nodded dumbly.
Ignis broke into a smile. “Yes, of course we can. I’ve just come up with several while we were sitting here. So, not to worry. It’s all handled, your Imperial Highness….may I call you Ravus?”
The sound of his name in Ignis’s mouth made Ravus’s body light up. He was suddenly aware of a strange pain between his legs. Slowly, he realized it was from his own hardness. His member was hard enough to actually hurt. When had he ever been…like this?
Growing dizzy (possibly from lack of blood flowing to his brain), Ravus nodded silently again. Yes, Ignis could call him by his given name. Only that, please.
“Excellent.” Ignis leaned forward and pressed a light kiss to the side of Ravus’s cheek.
“…Anh…!” Those lips on him! Wet and warm, just like….!
“Of course, I’ll address you properly when we’re in front of the others. But between us, I’ll call you…” Ignis’s hazel eyes sparkled like gems. “…Ravus.”
The Imperial officer thought he was about to lose his mind. He felt…wet, down there. Like his cock was dripping already. Could that be? How was it possible to be this aroused, from so little…?
Ignis moved back a bit, creating some space between them. He glanced down at Ravus’s lap and stared for a moment. Of course, he had to see the obvious bulge there. The insistent, unthinkable arousal Ravus was feeling. No way the Imperial officer could hide it. He thought the advisor might make some snide comment—he had a right to, this situation was beyond inappropriate. So he braced himself for a stab of humiliation.
But instead, Ignis flicked his eyes back to Ravus’s face. “You have a lovely name, Ravus. Quite endearing. Whoever gave it to you must have loved you very much.”
At that, Ravus had to squeeze his eyes shut against a rush of emotion. He could suddenly hear a woman’s voice in his ears, as clear as day. Her voice, saying his name.
Ravus, my darling…
He remembered now, he remembered what he used to call her…
Suddenly, they both heard footsteps approaching the kitchen.
“Ah,” Ignis said in a normal voice. “That would be a messenger from His Majesty. I believe it’s time for your meeting now.”
Calm as ever, Ignis stepped away from Ravus. He leaned back casually against the kitchen counter, arms crossed as if they had just been having a conversation. Ravus unconsciously reached for the other man with one hand, his body trying to follow him.
Ignis acknowledged the hand with a smile. He gripped it tightly for a moment, then tucked Ravus’s hand down into the officer’s lap. He patted Ravus’s hand one more time for good measure. As if to say, ‘Yes. But later.’
Ravus got the message loud and clear. He held onto that thought tightly in the core of his being, needing to believe Ignis would touch him again. Soon. Not now, but soon.
Sure enough, a maid entered the room not long after. She told Ignis that Noctis wanted to see him now and that he would meet with Ravus in a matter of minutes. Thanking the young girl, Ignis followed her back to the main hall, out of the kitchen. He glanced back at Ravus and nodded once, smiling warmly.
It took all of Ravus’s willpower not to get down on his hands and knees and crawl after him. He wanted to, but…he needed to be patient. He couldn’t embarrass Ignis over something like this. No…he wanted to make Ignis happy. To do as he said.
That night though, after meeting with Noctis, Ravus stayed around the castle. He found out where Ignis usually worked and he waited for the man outside in the corridor. His brain was still working—or at least, he thought it was—but it could not come up with any reasons not to do this.
No one…no one had ever made Ravus feel…like that.
Finally, Ignis emerged from his office. As he walked by, Ravus loudly came up beside him. He didn’t want to startle Ignis, so he gave the man plenty of time to recognize his footsteps.
Fortunately, they were alone.
Ravus grabbed Ignis by the shoulder and pulled him into a nook, unseen by any potential passersby. Bending down, Ravus kissed Ignis hard on the mouth. He kissed him over and over, pressing their mouths together until he could taste Ignis all the way in the back of his throat.
He wanted this to be his answer, since whenever he came near Ignis no words seemed to come out. He would just have to show him in actions then.
Ravus eventually pulled back to get some air. He looked down at the man he so adored, thinking he would kiss him again—but Ignis appeared a bit disheveled. The advisor’s face was flushed, glasses slightly askew. The normally calm man seemed more than a little…bewildered.
But, after a moment, Ignis took it in stride. He adjusted his glasses with one hand and regarded Ravus with a fond expression.
“Well, now. Here we are.”
The Imperial officer preened.
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