A/N Thanks for all your lovely comments folks! We finally get some action in this part. Also in case it wasn't clear I'm posting this literally as I write it completely unedited, so I apologize in advance if I missed anything stupid. I promise we'll get to the sex and virginity kink eventually.
***
He shows up at Noctis's apartment prepared with a folder full of educational materials, marked up with sticky notes and highlighter, and a dark plastic bag with some DVDs. Noctis is on the couch playing video games, but he looks up when Ignis comes in.
"Hey Ignis," Noctis greets him, "did you bring dinner?"
Ignis hefts the bag in his other hand, which is full of takeout. "From the dumpling place by the Citadel."
Noctis's stomach growls immediately, and Ignis can't help chuckling. He sets down his papers and starts unpacking the food as Noctis sets two places at the table. "What are these papers for?" Noctis asks, curiously opening the folder. "'What is consent?' Is this about--"
"Yes, I gave some thought to our conversation the other day." Ignis selects a few pork dumplings and sets them on his plate before sitting down. "I put together a lesson plan."
Noctis lets out a short, bemused laugh. "Of course you did."
"Yes, well. I brought some materials for you to go over on your own, then we can discuss them when you've finished."
"Discuss them?" Noctis asks, biting into a shrimp dumpling.
"Mm. I believe we can accomplish our goals without . . . direct instruction."
Noctis flushes, then nods his head. "Okay," he says, and Ignis relaxes.
***
Noctis: iggy there are like four dvds in here
Noctis: they're two hours each
Noctis: did you want me to watch all of them?
Ignis thumbs through the messages, then types back, yes, they demonstrate a wide range of activities.
There's a long pause before Noctis replies.
Noctis: ok.
***
There's a DVD case on the floor by the TV the next time Ignis comes over. It's "Feminine Mystique," the one featuring all women. He'd selected it because it contained a number of close-up shots showing female anatomy, and because he figures part of becoming comfortable with sexuality is for Noctis to identify what appeals to him. Ignis closes the empty case and sets it next to the DVD player as he cleans up the room. It's hard not to imagine Noctis sitting on his couch watching the couples, probably touching himself, but Ignis cuts off that train of thought before it goes too far.
He doesn't mention it when Noctis arrives home, instead drilling him on the contents of the immigration report he'd left the previous week.
***
It's two days later that he gets a text from Noctis that simply says, I'm done.
He replies, that was quick. i'll be by after school tomorrow and we can discuss. pls consider what questions you have.
***
The DVDs and papers are stacked neatly on the table when Ignis arrives. He's not expecting Noctis for another fifteen minutes or so, so he opens the folder to see if Noctis has left any notes.
There are some underlined passages, some question marks scribbled in the margins, and a few places Noctis has written, simply, "Why?" However, there aren't any specifics, so Ignis busies himself with preparing dinner. Noctis is pleasant enough when he arrives, and doesn't seem inclined to jump right into conversation, so Ignis waits until they've finished dinner, cleaned up, and settled on the couch to address the elephant in the room, as it were.
"So," he says, "you reviewed all of the materials I left?" Noctis blushes and nods, suddenly very interested in his own hands. "And did you prepare a list of questions?"
Noctis sighs. "I don't really know where to start."
Ignis considers his hesitance, then decides to try a different approach. "Alright then, let's start at the beginning. Tell me about what sort of experience you have."
"Yes of course, I meant . . . Have you ever kissed anyone?"
Noctis's face turns an attractive pink. "Um. I kissed Prompto once."
Ignis raises his eyebrows in surprise. "Once?" he asks.
"Yeah, we-- he-- he said he wanted to practice, you know, so he wouldn't mess up with girls. I figured it wouldn't count as . . . fraternization. He was here in my apartment, it's not like anyone would see."
"I appreciate that you considered the ramifications," Ignis says. "How was it?"
"Uh, wet? I don't know. Messy. Good. I like Prompto." Noct's voice gets quieter. "It was only one kiss. I didn't want to-- I was afraid I might--"
"Do you have feelings for him?" Ignis asks, a little hesitantly. This could certainly introduce some complications.
"I don't know. Maybe. But I can't anyway so I just-- laughed it off, and he was okay with it, and we didn't do it again."
"I see. And has there been anyone else?"
"No," Noctis says softly. "That's it."
Ignis pushes his glasses up his nose as he thinks about how to proceed. He clears his throat. He's going to have to push through the awkwardness and embarrassment of the subject matter soon or later, so it may as well be sooner. "Do you masturbate?"
Noctis's head jerks up, eyes wide. "What? Um." He blinks a few times, then says, "Specs, you made me watch eight hours of porn videos. Are you seriously asking me that?"
Ignis thinks he may be failing in his attempt not to blush, especially as his stray thoughts from earlier are confirmed. "I'll take that as a yes, then. It's quite healthy, nothing to be ashamed of."
"Uh, sure. They told us that in sex ed in school anyway. I don't really know what difference it makes though."
"Well, you can never hope to have a successful sexual encounter if you don't first know what you enjoy. It's important to communicate with your partner about your preferences. That's-- part of why I brought you the videos. I thought you might want to see what appeals to you the most." Ignis pulls out the folder of papers and grabs a pen and notebook, in case he needs to take notes, though he's still not quite certain how this is going to go. "What do you think about when you masturbate?"
He wasn't sure it was possible for Noctis's face to get any redder -- he doesn't have the same fair complexion that his friend Prompto does, after all -- but somehow it does. "I dunno. Nothing much I guess, just -- it just feels good."
"That's fine," he says reassuringly. "Were there any parts of the videos that you particularly liked? There are no wrong answers, here."
Noctis stares down at his knees. ". . . I liked the kissing. And when they were-- making out, I guess? When they still had their clothes on."
"Do you find that you prefer women? Or men?" It's a bit of a loaded question, when they both know that Noctis is going to be tasked with producing an heir at some point. If he has no interest in women it could cause some problems later, but Ignis is fairly certain he's seen Noctis ogling female celebrities in movies, so he doesn't think that's the case.
"Uh, both? I think?" He glances up at Ignis, then down again. "There were things I liked in all of the videos. And--"
"And?"
"And some things that I didn't really get." Ahh, finally, Ignis has reached the point they've been headed towards: finding out what Noctis actually wants to know.
"I'm not surprised," he says. "I'm sure your class didn't cover all of the different sex acts. Please, tell me what you found confusing and perhaps I can explain."
"Well-- Okay, first of all, all of the guys in the videos had really big--" Noctis makes a vague, somewhat lewd gesture that gets his point across quite clearly. "Like way bigger than me, but I thought in school they said that the range of normal sizes was smaller."
"Ah, yes, of course. I should have mentioned in my notes, but the physiques of porn stars aren't exactly reflective of most people. The men they hire are hired specifically for their large penises, as the women I'm sure you noticed have particularly large breasts. Pornography is frequently not reflective of real life."
"Well if it's not reflective of real life, then why did you give it to me? Instead of . . . "
Noctis has a point, but Ignis doesn't think they need to go there yet. "While there are many unrealistic aspects of it, it does do a good job of illustrating various positions and anatomy features. I'm sure you noticed some differences between the content of the videos and the handouts I gave you."
"Yeah, like you gave me five pages about consent and then in the video the woman just starts stripping down in front of the electrician?"
Ignis clears his throat. "For example."
"Okay then, let's go back to the kissing. Is that part realistic? It looks really-- nice, but then, there's lots of tongue, and saliva, and isn't it kind of gross? And how do you do it anyway? The one time I tried, it was good, but it was also a lot of like, noses and teeth and stuff. How do you breathe?"
It's not exactly something easy to explain. Ignis's first real kiss had been with one of the other Crownsguard recruits, and it had definitely been awkward to start. He didn't really get the hang of it until they'd been stealing moments to make out in empty conference rooms for at least a couple of weeks. "I'm afraid that's something that's rather easier to demonstrate than to describe," he says, a little hesitantly.
"So kiss me," Noctis says, the blue of his eyes standing out against the pink of his cheeks. "It wouldn't be my first." It's not horribly inappropriate if it's for educational purposes, is it? Ignis can't help his gaze traveling down to Noctis's mouth, his lips plump and inviting.
Ignis takes a breath. It's just a kiss. "Very well," he says, "but you must tell me if you want to stop." He puts his hand on Noctis's face, tilting his head for a better angle, then leans in and presses their lips together. He starts slowly, mouth closed, gentle pressure against Noctis's lips which are every bit as soft as they look. Pulling back, he opens his eyes to check in on Noctis. Noctis's eyes are still closed, and his lips are slightly parted as he leans forward for more. Ignis presses in again, slotting his mouth against Noctis's, lips parted but still no tongue.
When he pulls back again, he tells Noctis, "Try to make your lips a little firmer. I'm going to use tongue this time, alright?"
"Yeah," Noctis breathes, "alright," and when Ignis kisses him again it's a little bit better, Noctis's mouth a little less slack, and when his tongue slides into Noctis's mouth, Noctis meets him there.
It turns out that Noctis is a very quick learner, and after a while, Ignis realizes with a start that he's forgotten all about what he's supposed to be teaching and is just kissing Noctis for the pleasure of it. He pulls away, opening his eyes to see that Noctis is breathing hard, lips wet and pink, eyes dilated. Sitting back to put some space between them, Ignis says, "How was that?"
"Great," Noctis says, then blinks and says, "I mean, I think I'm starting to get the idea."
"Why don't we leave it here for tonight, then," Ignis says, suddenly feeling like he needs some space. "I've got meetings tomorrow, but I can come by again Wednesday. I'd like you to write down all of the things you had questions about. If there are specific scenes in the videos that are relevant, write down the time stamps so we can review them." He stands up and starts packing up his things, trying not to move too quickly.
"Okay," Noctis says. Ignis already has his hand on the door when Noctis says, "Hey, Ignis?"
"Yes, Your Highness?"
"Uhm, thanks. I know this isn't really-- this shouldn't really be part of your job."
FILL (3/?) Re: ignoct, virginity kink
***
He shows up at Noctis's apartment prepared with a folder full of educational materials, marked up with sticky notes and highlighter, and a dark plastic bag with some DVDs. Noctis is on the couch playing video games, but he looks up when Ignis comes in.
"Hey Ignis," Noctis greets him, "did you bring dinner?"
Ignis hefts the bag in his other hand, which is full of takeout. "From the dumpling place by the Citadel."
Noctis's stomach growls immediately, and Ignis can't help chuckling. He sets down his papers and starts unpacking the food as Noctis sets two places at the table. "What are these papers for?" Noctis asks, curiously opening the folder. "'What is consent?' Is this about--"
"Yes, I gave some thought to our conversation the other day." Ignis selects a few pork dumplings and sets them on his plate before sitting down. "I put together a lesson plan."
Noctis lets out a short, bemused laugh. "Of course you did."
"Yes, well. I brought some materials for you to go over on your own, then we can discuss them when you've finished."
"Discuss them?" Noctis asks, biting into a shrimp dumpling.
"Mm. I believe we can accomplish our goals without . . . direct instruction."
Noctis flushes, then nods his head. "Okay," he says, and Ignis relaxes.
***
Noctis: iggy there are like four dvds in here
Noctis: they're two hours each
Noctis: did you want me to watch all of them?
Ignis thumbs through the messages, then types back, yes, they demonstrate a wide range of activities.
There's a long pause before Noctis replies.
Noctis: ok.
***
There's a DVD case on the floor by the TV the next time Ignis comes over. It's "Feminine Mystique," the one featuring all women. He'd selected it because it contained a number of close-up shots showing female anatomy, and because he figures part of becoming comfortable with sexuality is for Noctis to identify what appeals to him. Ignis closes the empty case and sets it next to the DVD player as he cleans up the room. It's hard not to imagine Noctis sitting on his couch watching the couples, probably touching himself, but Ignis cuts off that train of thought before it goes too far.
He doesn't mention it when Noctis arrives home, instead drilling him on the contents of the immigration report he'd left the previous week.
***
It's two days later that he gets a text from Noctis that simply says, I'm done.
He replies, that was quick. i'll be by after school tomorrow and we can discuss. pls consider what questions you have.
***
The DVDs and papers are stacked neatly on the table when Ignis arrives. He's not expecting Noctis for another fifteen minutes or so, so he opens the folder to see if Noctis has left any notes.
There are some underlined passages, some question marks scribbled in the margins, and a few places Noctis has written, simply, "Why?" However, there aren't any specifics, so Ignis busies himself with preparing dinner. Noctis is pleasant enough when he arrives, and doesn't seem inclined to jump right into conversation, so Ignis waits until they've finished dinner, cleaned up, and settled on the couch to address the elephant in the room, as it were.
"So," he says, "you reviewed all of the materials I left?" Noctis blushes and nods, suddenly very interested in his own hands. "And did you prepare a list of questions?"
Noctis sighs. "I don't really know where to start."
Ignis considers his hesitance, then decides to try a different approach. "Alright then, let's start at the beginning. Tell me about what sort of experience you have."
"E-- Experience? None, that's why we're doing this, isn't it?"
"Yes of course, I meant . . . Have you ever kissed anyone?"
Noctis's face turns an attractive pink. "Um. I kissed Prompto once."
Ignis raises his eyebrows in surprise. "Once?" he asks.
"Yeah, we-- he-- he said he wanted to practice, you know, so he wouldn't mess up with girls. I figured it wouldn't count as . . . fraternization. He was here in my apartment, it's not like anyone would see."
"I appreciate that you considered the ramifications," Ignis says. "How was it?"
"Uh, wet? I don't know. Messy. Good. I like Prompto." Noct's voice gets quieter. "It was only one kiss. I didn't want to-- I was afraid I might--"
"Do you have feelings for him?" Ignis asks, a little hesitantly. This could certainly introduce some complications.
"I don't know. Maybe. But I can't anyway so I just-- laughed it off, and he was okay with it, and we didn't do it again."
"I see. And has there been anyone else?"
"No," Noctis says softly. "That's it."
Ignis pushes his glasses up his nose as he thinks about how to proceed. He clears his throat. He's going to have to push through the awkwardness and embarrassment of the subject matter soon or later, so it may as well be sooner. "Do you masturbate?"
Noctis's head jerks up, eyes wide. "What? Um." He blinks a few times, then says, "Specs, you made me watch eight hours of porn videos. Are you seriously asking me that?"
Ignis thinks he may be failing in his attempt not to blush, especially as his stray thoughts from earlier are confirmed. "I'll take that as a yes, then. It's quite healthy, nothing to be ashamed of."
"Uh, sure. They told us that in sex ed in school anyway. I don't really know what difference it makes though."
"Well, you can never hope to have a successful sexual encounter if you don't first know what you enjoy. It's important to communicate with your partner about your preferences. That's-- part of why I brought you the videos. I thought you might want to see what appeals to you the most." Ignis pulls out the folder of papers and grabs a pen and notebook, in case he needs to take notes, though he's still not quite certain how this is going to go. "What do you think about when you masturbate?"
He wasn't sure it was possible for Noctis's face to get any redder -- he doesn't have the same fair complexion that his friend Prompto does, after all -- but somehow it does. "I dunno. Nothing much I guess, just -- it just feels good."
"That's fine," he says reassuringly. "Were there any parts of the videos that you particularly liked? There are no wrong answers, here."
Noctis stares down at his knees. ". . . I liked the kissing. And when they were-- making out, I guess? When they still had their clothes on."
"Do you find that you prefer women? Or men?" It's a bit of a loaded question, when they both know that Noctis is going to be tasked with producing an heir at some point. If he has no interest in women it could cause some problems later, but Ignis is fairly certain he's seen Noctis ogling female celebrities in movies, so he doesn't think that's the case.
"Uh, both? I think?" He glances up at Ignis, then down again. "There were things I liked in all of the videos. And--"
"And?"
"And some things that I didn't really get." Ahh, finally, Ignis has reached the point they've been headed towards: finding out what Noctis actually wants to know.
"I'm not surprised," he says. "I'm sure your class didn't cover all of the different sex acts. Please, tell me what you found confusing and perhaps I can explain."
"Well-- Okay, first of all, all of the guys in the videos had really big--" Noctis makes a vague, somewhat lewd gesture that gets his point across quite clearly. "Like way bigger than me, but I thought in school they said that the range of normal sizes was smaller."
"Ah, yes, of course. I should have mentioned in my notes, but the physiques of porn stars aren't exactly reflective of most people. The men they hire are hired specifically for their large penises, as the women I'm sure you noticed have particularly large breasts. Pornography is frequently not reflective of real life."
"Well if it's not reflective of real life, then why did you give it to me? Instead of . . . "
Noctis has a point, but Ignis doesn't think they need to go there yet. "While there are many unrealistic aspects of it, it does do a good job of illustrating various positions and anatomy features. I'm sure you noticed some differences between the content of the videos and the handouts I gave you."
"Yeah, like you gave me five pages about consent and then in the video the woman just starts stripping down in front of the electrician?"
Ignis clears his throat. "For example."
"Okay then, let's go back to the kissing. Is that part realistic? It looks really-- nice, but then, there's lots of tongue, and saliva, and isn't it kind of gross? And how do you do it anyway? The one time I tried, it was good, but it was also a lot of like, noses and teeth and stuff. How do you breathe?"
It's not exactly something easy to explain. Ignis's first real kiss had been with one of the other Crownsguard recruits, and it had definitely been awkward to start. He didn't really get the hang of it until they'd been stealing moments to make out in empty conference rooms for at least a couple of weeks. "I'm afraid that's something that's rather easier to demonstrate than to describe," he says, a little hesitantly.
"So kiss me," Noctis says, the blue of his eyes standing out against the pink of his cheeks. "It wouldn't be my first." It's not horribly inappropriate if it's for educational purposes, is it? Ignis can't help his gaze traveling down to Noctis's mouth, his lips plump and inviting.
Ignis takes a breath. It's just a kiss. "Very well," he says, "but you must tell me if you want to stop." He puts his hand on Noctis's face, tilting his head for a better angle, then leans in and presses their lips together. He starts slowly, mouth closed, gentle pressure against Noctis's lips which are every bit as soft as they look. Pulling back, he opens his eyes to check in on Noctis. Noctis's eyes are still closed, and his lips are slightly parted as he leans forward for more. Ignis presses in again, slotting his mouth against Noctis's, lips parted but still no tongue.
When he pulls back again, he tells Noctis, "Try to make your lips a little firmer. I'm going to use tongue this time, alright?"
"Yeah," Noctis breathes, "alright," and when Ignis kisses him again it's a little bit better, Noctis's mouth a little less slack, and when his tongue slides into Noctis's mouth, Noctis meets him there.
It turns out that Noctis is a very quick learner, and after a while, Ignis realizes with a start that he's forgotten all about what he's supposed to be teaching and is just kissing Noctis for the pleasure of it. He pulls away, opening his eyes to see that Noctis is breathing hard, lips wet and pink, eyes dilated. Sitting back to put some space between them, Ignis says, "How was that?"
"Great," Noctis says, then blinks and says, "I mean, I think I'm starting to get the idea."
"Why don't we leave it here for tonight, then," Ignis says, suddenly feeling like he needs some space. "I've got meetings tomorrow, but I can come by again Wednesday. I'd like you to write down all of the things you had questions about. If there are specific scenes in the videos that are relevant, write down the time stamps so we can review them." He stands up and starts packing up his things, trying not to move too quickly.
"Okay," Noctis says. Ignis already has his hand on the door when Noctis says, "Hey, Ignis?"
"Yes, Your Highness?"
"Uhm, thanks. I know this isn't really-- this shouldn't really be part of your job."
"Noctis," Ignis says sincerely, "you are my job."