A/N Sorry for the long wait! Thanks again for the comments on the last chapter! I hope to make up for the long delay with this section, which is long enough I had to split it up into two posts. Somehow this fic has hit 10k words and I don't know how much longer it's going to go on. There are two more sex scenes to go after this one.
Enjoy!
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"Tell me Ignis," King Regis says, clapping a hand on Ignis's shoulder as he exits the Council meeting, "how is my son doing?"
A memory of Noctis gasping in pleasure flickers through Ignis's mind, but he quickly composes his face, trying his best not to blush. "Very well, Your Majesty. He's been diligent with his studies lately. I do still have concerns over his nutrition, but other than that, he's grown into quite a remarkable young man."
"Is that so? Well, I suppose I have you to thank for that."
"I can hardly take credit for His Highness's accomplishments, Your Majesty," Ignis demurs.
Regis laughs. "I'm sure he owes quite a lot to your excellent tutelage. Remind him next time you see him that he's having dinner with me Sunday, won't you?"
"Of course, Your Majesty." Ignis bows as Regis turns away. When he makes it to his office, he closes the door and slumps down onto his desk, resting his head in his hands. Excellent tutelage indeed. What would His Majesty say if he knew the exact sort of tutelage Ignis has been providing lately? It's probably illegal. Ignis suspects it might be, at least, though he hasn't gone through the books to see if there's a law against sexual relations with the royal family. At least Noctis is over the age of consent.
If Noctis wasn't experimenting with him, though, he would likely be experimenting somewhere else, and that's about the only comforting thought Ignis has on the matter.
***
He has a brief respite, as Noctis spends Friday evening with Prompto, and Saturday training with Gladio all day and attending a state dinner at night. Sunday is for Noctis to do homework and have dinner with his father, so Ignis has the whole weekend to prepare himself for what's going to happen come Monday.
The only problem is that he has no idea what's going to happen.
He didn't mean for their previous lesson to escalate the way it did, but when he replays it in his mind, he knows he'd make the same decisions again if given the opportunity. They're perhaps not the right decisions, but they're the only ones he can see himself making. Noctis's comment before he'd left about needing more practice makes Ignis suspect that Monday night is going to involve a sensible discussion going off the rails into another "practice" session, and as much as he'd like to think he's strong enough to keep them on track, he knows he won't be able to resist if Noctis asks him for more.
Monday afternoon, Ignis pulls out his lesson plan and looks at it, checking off the topics they've already covered. There are still a few items left, but it seems that even though Noctis has been more or less determining the direction of their discussions, they've still managed to cover quite a lot of material. He puts the paper in his satchel, gathers the ingredients for dinner into a bag, and gets in the car.
The apartment is empty when Ignis arrives, and he sets about tidying up and preparing dinner. There's a tension in the pit of his belly, and he can't quite determine whether it's excitement or nerves. Perhaps a little of both, though he tries to suppress any excitement. It's not his place to take pleasure in this the way he has been.
He almost cuts his finger when the door swings open, and that tells him more about how out of control he's letting this situation get than anything else. "Welcome home," he says, pleased that his voice is still composed and even. "How was school?"
"Fine," Noctis says, kicking off his shoes and dropping his book bag on the table. "Any big news from the Citadel today? Did the Council find funding for the library?"
Ignis raises his eyebrows. "I'm surprised you remember that."
Noctis flushes a little and looks down as he pulls his homework out of his bag. "I do pay attention sometimes, you know."
"Yes, I've noticed." Actually, Noctis has been working hard lately, and has been showing quite a bit of aptitude for the intricacies of court life, but he hadn't expected him to remember an offhand comment from days ago. "The matter is still under discussion, but it seems that there may be the opportunity to allocate some of the income from property tax to cover the shortfall."
"Glad to hear it," Noctis says, "I wouldn't want the library to have to shut down."
"Oh? I wasn't aware you'd ever been to the library."
Noctis sticks the back of his pen in his mouth and doesn't look up from his homework. "I haven't, but Prompto goes all the time. He gets all his books and movies there. What's for dinner?"
It's an obvious attempt to change the subject, but Ignis lets it go. "Shepherd's pie, and yes, there are vegetables in it, but you'll barely taste them amongst all the meat and potatoes. It'll take a while, so you've got plenty of time to finish your homework."
There's a comfortable silence as he works, only interrupted by a few instances of Noctis asking for help or what a particular word in his reading means. Once he's gotten their dinner in the oven, Ignis pulls out his own paperwork to do, taking notes on the relevant points of reports to share with Noctis later. A few times, he finds his mind and his gaze wandering, catching himself watching the way Noctis sucks on the end of his pen while he's thinking, but he quickly pulls his attention back to the task at hand. It's not like him to be so distractible. Ignis had noticed, along with the rest of Insomnia, that the Prince had grown from a beautiful child into a stunning young man, but until now he's only ever had the kind of passing sexual thoughts that anyone might have when confronted with someone physically attractive. Then again, that was back before he knew what Noctis's lips felt like on his own, or what his face looked like in the throes of pleasure.
A couple of times, he thinks he feels Noctis's eyes on himself, but when he looks up Noctis still has his face buried in his books. Perhaps there's a slight flush high up on his cheeks, or perhaps it's just the lighting.
The timer goes off, and Ignis sets aside his notes to get dinner on the table.
Dinner goes smoothly, and Noctis even eats the peas that he mixed in with the meat, though he leaves the carrots to the side of his plate. Ignis provides a summary of the goings-on at the Citadel the past few days, and Noctis discusses a new video game he and Prompto have started playing. It's refreshingly normal, and it sets him a bit more at ease.
At least, until he's cleared up dinner, and is finishing the dishes, and Noctis leans up against the other side of the counter and says, "So, what's the lesson plan for tonight?"
"I thought perhaps we might have a discussion about the special considerations you'll need to take into account given your station," Ignis says without looking at him.
"Oh," Noctis says, and he sounds almost disappointed. Ignis doesn't let it faze him. He wipes his hands on the dish towel and goes to sit on the sofa. Noctis follows, sitting a safe distance away.
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Date: 2017-10-13 01:50 am (UTC)Enjoy!
***
"Tell me Ignis," King Regis says, clapping a hand on Ignis's shoulder as he exits the Council meeting, "how is my son doing?"
A memory of Noctis gasping in pleasure flickers through Ignis's mind, but he quickly composes his face, trying his best not to blush. "Very well, Your Majesty. He's been diligent with his studies lately. I do still have concerns over his nutrition, but other than that, he's grown into quite a remarkable young man."
"Is that so? Well, I suppose I have you to thank for that."
"I can hardly take credit for His Highness's accomplishments, Your Majesty," Ignis demurs.
Regis laughs. "I'm sure he owes quite a lot to your excellent tutelage. Remind him next time you see him that he's having dinner with me Sunday, won't you?"
"Of course, Your Majesty." Ignis bows as Regis turns away. When he makes it to his office, he closes the door and slumps down onto his desk, resting his head in his hands. Excellent tutelage indeed. What would His Majesty say if he knew the exact sort of tutelage Ignis has been providing lately? It's probably illegal. Ignis suspects it might be, at least, though he hasn't gone through the books to see if there's a law against sexual relations with the royal family. At least Noctis is over the age of consent.
If Noctis wasn't experimenting with him, though, he would likely be experimenting somewhere else, and that's about the only comforting thought Ignis has on the matter.
***
He has a brief respite, as Noctis spends Friday evening with Prompto, and Saturday training with Gladio all day and attending a state dinner at night. Sunday is for Noctis to do homework and have dinner with his father, so Ignis has the whole weekend to prepare himself for what's going to happen come Monday.
The only problem is that he has no idea what's going to happen.
He didn't mean for their previous lesson to escalate the way it did, but when he replays it in his mind, he knows he'd make the same decisions again if given the opportunity. They're perhaps not the right decisions, but they're the only ones he can see himself making. Noctis's comment before he'd left about needing more practice makes Ignis suspect that Monday night is going to involve a sensible discussion going off the rails into another "practice" session, and as much as he'd like to think he's strong enough to keep them on track, he knows he won't be able to resist if Noctis asks him for more.
Monday afternoon, Ignis pulls out his lesson plan and looks at it, checking off the topics they've already covered. There are still a few items left, but it seems that even though Noctis has been more or less determining the direction of their discussions, they've still managed to cover quite a lot of material. He puts the paper in his satchel, gathers the ingredients for dinner into a bag, and gets in the car.
The apartment is empty when Ignis arrives, and he sets about tidying up and preparing dinner. There's a tension in the pit of his belly, and he can't quite determine whether it's excitement or nerves. Perhaps a little of both, though he tries to suppress any excitement. It's not his place to take pleasure in this the way he has been.
He almost cuts his finger when the door swings open, and that tells him more about how out of control he's letting this situation get than anything else. "Welcome home," he says, pleased that his voice is still composed and even. "How was school?"
"Fine," Noctis says, kicking off his shoes and dropping his book bag on the table. "Any big news from the Citadel today? Did the Council find funding for the library?"
Ignis raises his eyebrows. "I'm surprised you remember that."
Noctis flushes a little and looks down as he pulls his homework out of his bag. "I do pay attention sometimes, you know."
"Yes, I've noticed." Actually, Noctis has been working hard lately, and has been showing quite a bit of aptitude for the intricacies of court life, but he hadn't expected him to remember an offhand comment from days ago. "The matter is still under discussion, but it seems that there may be the opportunity to allocate some of the income from property tax to cover the shortfall."
"Glad to hear it," Noctis says, "I wouldn't want the library to have to shut down."
"Oh? I wasn't aware you'd ever been to the library."
Noctis sticks the back of his pen in his mouth and doesn't look up from his homework. "I haven't, but Prompto goes all the time. He gets all his books and movies there. What's for dinner?"
It's an obvious attempt to change the subject, but Ignis lets it go. "Shepherd's pie, and yes, there are vegetables in it, but you'll barely taste them amongst all the meat and potatoes. It'll take a while, so you've got plenty of time to finish your homework."
There's a comfortable silence as he works, only interrupted by a few instances of Noctis asking for help or what a particular word in his reading means. Once he's gotten their dinner in the oven, Ignis pulls out his own paperwork to do, taking notes on the relevant points of reports to share with Noctis later. A few times, he finds his mind and his gaze wandering, catching himself watching the way Noctis sucks on the end of his pen while he's thinking, but he quickly pulls his attention back to the task at hand. It's not like him to be so distractible. Ignis had noticed, along with the rest of Insomnia, that the Prince had grown from a beautiful child into a stunning young man, but until now he's only ever had the kind of passing sexual thoughts that anyone might have when confronted with someone physically attractive. Then again, that was back before he knew what Noctis's lips felt like on his own, or what his face looked like in the throes of pleasure.
A couple of times, he thinks he feels Noctis's eyes on himself, but when he looks up Noctis still has his face buried in his books. Perhaps there's a slight flush high up on his cheeks, or perhaps it's just the lighting.
The timer goes off, and Ignis sets aside his notes to get dinner on the table.
Dinner goes smoothly, and Noctis even eats the peas that he mixed in with the meat, though he leaves the carrots to the side of his plate. Ignis provides a summary of the goings-on at the Citadel the past few days, and Noctis discusses a new video game he and Prompto have started playing. It's refreshingly normal, and it sets him a bit more at ease.
At least, until he's cleared up dinner, and is finishing the dishes, and Noctis leans up against the other side of the counter and says, "So, what's the lesson plan for tonight?"
"I thought perhaps we might have a discussion about the special considerations you'll need to take into account given your station," Ignis says without looking at him.
"Oh," Noctis says, and he sounds almost disappointed. Ignis doesn't let it faze him. He wipes his hands on the dish towel and goes to sit on the sofa. Noctis follows, sitting a safe distance away.