"The discussion of consent is particularly sensitive for yourself," he begins, trying to organize his thoughts into a proper lecture. "You may ask someone for their consent, but they may feel that they're unable to say no because you're their prince."

Noctis frowns. "If 'no' means 'no,' but 'yes' doesn't mean 'yes,' then how am I supposed to know what actually means 'yes?'"

Ignis sighs. "Well, it ought to be irrelevant in any case, as an arranged marriage will have been agreed to in advance and there's not really any room for negotiation at that point. But I would advise you generally to pay close attention to body language. You need to look for enthusiastic consent, not reluctant consent."

"Wouldn't an arranged marriage probably be reluctant consent? I mean, it's one thing if I'm supposed to marry L--" Noctis clears his throat. ". . . if I'm supposed to marry someone I know, but what if it's a stranger? What if she doesn't want to-- to sleep with me, but we need to produce an heir?"

"I rather expect you'll need to cross that bridge when you come to it. Kings and Queens have been known to put aside spouses who cannot produce heirs. Still, I think you underestimate your charms, Noct. I think you'll find that you're quite hard to refuse."

Noctis blushes, and Ignis figures now is as good a time as any to proceed down the other path he planned for this evening. "I mentioned the other day that there are sex acts that some people find appealing which other people find disgusting. This is probably another topic you'll need to cover with any future wife, to avoid unintentionally insulting her in the bedchamber."

"Come on, Specs, I'm not gonna-- I wouldn't do anything--"

"I'm not just talking about kink, Noct, though if you think that's something you're interested in, I can get you some materials on how to make sure you're doing it safely." It's not something he's thought Noctis would be interested in, but he supposes he has no reason to believe that he knows what sort of things Noctis is interested in, beyond what he's told him so far. Although . . . "Also, if you do want to experiment, that might require some extra attention as well, particularly to maintain your privacy. It wouldn't do for the newspapers to run an article about the Prince -- or King, when you get there -- enjoying submission, or demanding submission from your spouse, who will likely be a Princess or Queen in her own right."

"Ignis," Noctis says forcefully, as if he's about to tell him off for daring to even suggest such a thing. Then he appears to think better of it, and sits back without saying anything else.

"What I was going to say," Ignis says, trying to get back to his original topic, "is that something as innocent-seeming as oral sex can be viewed by some people as degrading. I'm sure I've heard you use the phrase 'suck my dick' as an insult before, haven't I?"

Noctis makes a face. "Yeah, I guess, I never really thought about it though."

"There are different ways to receive oral sex, some of which can be seen as more degrading than others. Though of course this depends on your partner, who may enjoy one thing over another regardless."

"That's awfully vague."

Ignis sighs. "For example, it's generally polite to sit back and allow your lover to do what they will with you. It's generally less polite to . . . "

". . . fuck their face?" Noctis suggests. Ignis finds his own cheeks heating up.

"Y-- Yes, exactly."

"But in some of those videos it seemed like the guy who was-- the guy who was receiving couldn't help himself."

"I suppose it's a bit of a learned behavior to be able to be patient and not rush things along with your partner."

Noctis's eyes glint dangerously, and Ignis suddenly feels like a deer caught in the headlights. "If it's a learned behavior, maybe it's something else I should be practicing."

Ignis finds himself licking his lips. This is where he should cut things off. This is where he should say that's enough for tonight, or where he should make a joke out of it, or where he should-- do anything, really, other than getting on his knees and sucking off his prince.

"I would never presume," he says, "to take such liberties on your person."

"Iggy," Noctis says kindly, "you take liberties with me all the time. But if you really don't want to, that's-- fine, you don't have to do anything, you don't have to do any of this. Especially not just because I'm the Prince, or because you think it's your job. If you want to teach me, then I want to learn, but I'm not-- you aren't--"

"Yes," Ignis says. "I appreciate your honesty and that you're taking this lesson to heart." Noctis just looks at him, still waiting for an answer. "Setting aside duty," he says slowly, "I want to help you learn because I'm your friend."

"Is that a yes that means yes?" Noctis asks a little shyly.

"It is," Ignis replies, even though he shouldn't. He leans forward and kisses Noctis lightly on the lips, then slides down to kneel on the floor.

"Wow," Noctis says, looking down at him, then averts his gaze. "I mean, uh, do you usually get right into it like that?"

"Not generally," Ignis says. "Never underestimate the value of foreplay. But for educational purposes--"

"Yeah, of course, I get it."

He sets his hands on Noctis's thighs, rubbing them gently as he gradually works his hands closer to the fly of Noctis's slacks. "Remember, if you want me to stop, tell me." The school uniform doesn't have a belt, so it's easy enough to undo the button and zipper. He's a little surprised to find that Noctis is already hard, but then again, he is still in the midst of a surge of teenage hormones. "Take these off for me?" he asks, and Noctis lifts his hips and pushes his slacks and underwear down to his knees.

Ignis removes his glasses and puts them down on the coffee table, then wraps a hand around Noctis's erection. It jerks in his hand, and he looks up to see Noctis biting his lip as he watches him. Ignis has a fleeting thought that it's times like these he wishes he wore contact lenses, so he could see every detail of Noct's face, rather than having a slight blur around the edges. He can see every detail of the cock in his hand, though, and it's a little different having his face right up next to it than it was the other night. "Are you ready?" he asks, and Noctis nods, then says, "Yeah, yeah, go ahead," when he realizes Ignis is waiting for a verbal affirmation. Ignis leans in and licks a long stripe up the underside of Noctis's cock, and Noctis gasps in a sharp breath, his fingers clenching the edge of the sofa cushion. Ignis does it again, acclimating himself to the taste and texture.

"Try not to thrust into my mouth," Ignis instructs as he licks his lips, then takes Noctis into his mouth. Noctis moans, his head tilting back against the sofa, but he manages to keep his hips still as Ignis sinks down as far as he's able. It's been a while since the last time he gave a blowjob, but it's something he's prided himself on being good at. He supposes he could teach Noctis how to give a blowjob as well as receive one, but that seems rather irrelevant if he's trying to prepare him for a political marriage.

It goes pretty smoothly, for a while. Ignis gets a good rhythm going, and Noctis, though breathing heavily, seems to be holding it together fairly well. That is, until Ignis tries swirling his tongue around the head and Noctis reacts by grabbing his hair and shoving his cock in as far as it will go, leaving Ignis pulling off and coughing.

"Oh shit," Noctis says, "I'm sorry, are you okay?"

He clears his throat. "I'm fine, that's quite alright. You realize of course that that's what I was trying to advise you to avoid."

"Yeah, I didn't mean to, it just . . . happened. Sorry." Noctis looks a little ashamed, spots of color high on his cheeks, but his cock is still rock hard and dripping with both precum and saliva, and Ignis finds his mouth watering as he regards it.

"Shall we try again?"

"If-- if that's okay."

"Warn me when you're getting close," Ignis says as he grabs the base of Noctis's cock and prepares to take it into his mouth again. "You want your partner to be properly prepared, so they can choose to pull off or swallow according to their desire." He doesn't give Noctis a chance to reply before he takes him down again, rewarded with a low moan but luckily no more jerking hips. Even when he tries using his tongue again, Noctis manages to keep still, though the soft sounds he's making start to escalate. His hand comes to Ignis's head again, but instead of grabbing his hair, he instead cups Ignis's cheek, thumb brushing across the edge of his lips. Something about that gentle touch makes Ignis's own cock ache, but he ignores it to focus on bringing Noctis pleasure.

And he does bring him pleasure. At least, his cock is swelling impossibly harder in Ignis's mouth, and his thighs are trembling by the time Noctis gasps out, "I'm-- I'm gonna--" and then he's coming, and Ignis sucks him dry and swallows it down, his own cock throbbing with every moan.

He clears his throat, a little raw with the bitter taste still on the back of his tongue, and says in a voice that's probably a bit too scratchy, "You did well."

"Gods, Ignis," Noctis says as he catches his breath. "That was . . . "

"Good, I hope," Ignis replies, caving to the temptation to reach a hand down between his legs and give himself a couple of strokes, to ease the ache just a little.

Noctis laughs. "Yeah, that's an understatement." He glances down as Ignis pulls his hand away from himself, then asks, "Um, do you want me to--"

Something tightens in his stomach, and Ignis hastily says, "No, that's not necessary."

"But if you want--"

"No," he says again, and Noctis frowns but doesn't push, thank the gods for that. He couldn't possibly keep up the pretense of this being educational if Noctis were to-- if he were to--

Ignis swallows and backs away from the couch. "I ought to be going. There's an early council meeting, and I have some reports to prepare in advance."

"Oh, okay," Noctis says as he pulls his pants back up. He's still frowning a little, but Ignis is too worked up to be able to stay and make small talk after that.

"Goodnight, Highness," he says as he gather his things and makes his way to the door.

"Night, Iggy," Noctis replies, but Ignis is already closing the door behind him, leaning back against it to take a couple of deep, centering breaths. He stands up straight, squares his shoulders, and heads for his car.

If he jerks off in the empty parking lot again, well, there's nobody who'll know except him.