As they pass through the doorway, Noctis winds his arms around Ignis's neck and pulls him down into a kiss, slow and thorough. He's gotten the hang of kissing remarkably quickly, for all that they've only done it a few times, and Ignis finds it too easy to lose himself in the wet heat of Noctis's mouth and the slow slide of his lips. Noctis twines his fingers in Ignis's hair, his other hand sliding down to the middle of his waistcoat.
"Can I take this off?" Noctis asks, trailing kisses down Ignis's cheek to the corner of his jaw.
"Yes," he replies, strangely proud of Noctis for his consideration. He lets Noctis open the buttons, then shrugs out of the waistcoat while Noctis nimbly undoes his own buttons and strips off his shirt. He's wearing a tight undershirt underneath, and while Ignis has seen him in it before, many times in fact, he's never really let himself look. Noctis has filled out quite a bit in the past year, his shoulders broadening and lean muscle building up from long sessions training with Gladio. He looks . . . good, really good, and Ignis is already getting embarrassingly hard just from this.
He must be letting his concern with his inappropriate reaction show on his face, because Noctis hesitates. "Is everything okay?" he asks, brows drawing together.
"It's fine," Ignis says, swallowing his pride and working on the buttons of his own shirt. He reaches to unbutton his cuffs, but Noctis stops him.
"Let me," he says, carefully undoing the buttons. Then his hands are on Ignis's chest, warmth seeping in through his thin undershirt, and Noctis is sliding his hands up, pushing the shirt off his shoulders, and kissing him again. Ignis hesitantly settles his hands on Noctis's slim hips while Noctis explores his body, fingers tracing along his collarbone, drifting over his shoulders, stroking down his chest. He tugs Ignis's undershirt out of his pants and slips his hand under it, hot against the bare skin of his lower back. "You can touch me," he says, nipping at Ignis's lower lip. "I want you to touch me."
"Alright," Ignis breathes, moving his hands up Noctis's back to spread over his shoulder blades as he pulls him in closer, mouthing over his jaw and down the side of his neck. One of Noctis's hands slides around to his stomach, then works its way up, bunching his undershirt up along the way. Ignis can't quite stop the soft sound he makes when Noctis's thumb brushes over a nipple, and he barely catches himself in time to avoid sucking a mark into Noctis's neck. Gods, he can't imagine trying to explain away a hickey to Gladio, much less to the King.
He pulls away to try to get himself under control, but Noctis takes the opportunity to strip off his undershirt and kick off his pants, and Ignis's mouth goes dry. Noctis is-- well, he's gorgeous. Smooth skin all over his slender body, narrow hips, muscular thighs, and a pair of black boxer-briefs that leave absolutely nothing to the imagination, not with the way Noctis's cock is trying to break free. He wishes he could tell Noctis how good he looks, how beautiful he is, how very much he wants to kiss every inch of his body. But that's not what this is about, as much as he'd like it to be.
Noctis is blushing when Ignis manages to force his eyes back to his face, and he reminds himself that Noctis has never undressed for someone before. He's suddenly conscious of his own clothing, and pulls off his shirt to make Noctis more comfortable. There's a definite interest in Noctis's gaze as his eyes wander over Ignis's body, and then Noctis is back in his space, touching his bare skin, pressing soft lips to his collarbone, his chest. His tongue tentatively swipes over one nipple, and Ignis breathes in sharply.
"Is this okay?" Noctis asks, and Ignis nods, fingers curling into Noctis's hair to pull him back down. This is something Noctis should learn, too, isn't it? To please his future wife? But it turns out there's not much teaching required, as Noctis licks and sucks at his nipple like he's got some sort of natural talent for it. Noctis kisses his way across Ignis's chest to the other side to repeat the process, his hands moving down to slide just under the waistband of Ignis's slacks, and Ignis starts to feel a little lightheaded with how much blood is rushing to his cock. This is supposed to be about Noctis, about giving him what he needs, as much as Ignis takes shameful pleasure in that giving.
"Can I take off your pants?" Noctis asks, fingers hesitating at his belt buckle. There's no turning back if he doesn't say no now. His arousal will be impossible to deny when it's laid bare between them.
Ignis takes a deep breath and says, "Yes."
Noctis makes quick work of his belt, then carefully opens the fly of his slacks. Ignis sucks in a sharp breath when Noctis's hand brushes against his cock through the fabric of his underwear, the brief contact sending sparks along his nerves. He resists the urge to press up against Noctis, to shove him backwards onto the unmade bed, to climb on top of him and rub against him until they're both panting. Instead, he lets Noctis continue to lead this encounter, as he expects him to lead on his wedding night. (It occurs to him dimly that depending on his future bride, that may or may not be a safe assumption, but that hardly seems relevant at the moment.)
Ignis isn't sure whether he's grateful or disappointed that Noctis doesn't remark upon his obvious arousal, and doesn't try to touch him again. Instead, Noctis climbs onto the bed, then reaches out his hand toward Ignis. He bites his lip, then asks, "Will you join me?" It's unfailingly polite, exactly as a prince courting a princess should be. Ignis takes his hand and joins him, letting Noctis push him down onto the bed and kiss him again.
It's much more intimate like this, their bodies flush against each other, Noctis's thigh between his legs. It's all he can do to hold himself back and let Noctis rub up against him without taking advantage of the situation. He lets himself touch, though, his hands trailing over Noctis's bare back, curving around his ribs to thumb over his nipples, and he delights in the moan that he elicits. It's not long before Noctis sets one hand on Ignis's knee, then slides it up the back of his thigh to cup his ass.
He tells himself it's not a personal failing that the touch makes him moan and rock his hips up, seeking friction. Noctis is an attractive man. He's in bed with an attractive man. Anyone would be hard pressed not to react, wouldn't they?
Noctis smiles against his mouth, and though Ignis's cheeks are burning with shame, he's comforted to know that Noctis isn't upset with him. He shivers as fingers curl under the waistband of his underwear. "Can I . . . " Noctis says, pulling back and looking down at him, his cheeks flushed and lips wet. Then Noctis's face suddenly twists up, his cheeks getting even pinker, and he says, "Shit, I forgot, the condom is in my pants pocket."
Ignis can't help laughing, and Noctis grins at him abashedly before getting off the bed to find it. "Do you have lubricant?" he asks while Noctis rifles through their discarded clothes.
"Um. In the drawer." Ignis opens the bedside drawer, which contains a mess of comics, electronics charging cables, a handheld video game system, and a handful of sample-sized tubes of lubricant that Noctis must have picked up at school.
"If you wouldn't mind going out to my bag," he says, examining the tubes, "I brought you a larger container of higher-quality lubricant."
"You--" Noctis looks up at him, foil-wrapped condom now in his hand. "You planned this out, didn't you?"
Ignis blushes, heart racing. He hadn't, not exactly, but it would be a lie to say he hadn't considered the possibility. "I thought you might want it for your own . . . private use. Hand lotion isn't exactly a good substitute."
Noctis laughs, but doesn't question him further. "Sure," he says, and Ignis allows himself to admire the view as Noctis walks out of the room.
He shucks off his underwear and rolls onto his stomach to make this easier on Noctis, and maybe to make it easier to hide his own excitement about the proceedings. Noctis returns with the condom and lube, and pauses just inside the door, his gaze clearly wandering to Ignis's exposed ass. He comes closer and sets the supplies down on the bed, then takes off his own underwear. Ignis can't help licking his lips as he takes in the sight of Noctis fully naked -- naked and aroused, and exposed only to him.
Noctis climbs onto the bed and sets a tentative hand on Ignis's hip. "Do you really think we're going to do it from behind on my wedding night?" he asks. "I kind of envisioned it as a missionary position sort of thing."
"O-- Of course," Ignis says, blushing as he turns back over. Noctis may be the one who's never done this before, but Ignis feels stripped bare in a way he never has before as he reveals the extent of his arousal. Noctis says nothing though, only sets a hand on Ignis's thigh, gently guiding his legs apart to make room to kneel between them. You're doing this for him, not for you, he tells himself. Noctis wants to be comfortable with sex. Ignis is his advisor and guide in life. It's that simple. If he doesn't seek his own pleasure, then he's not taking advantage. At least, that's what he tries to tell himself.
Ignis picks up the lube and presses it into Noctis's hand. "If your wife has trouble, you can use lubricant. I'd hope your earlier attentions would be enough to . . . smooth the way, but if it's a marriage she didn't want, you'll need to do everything you can not to hurt her."
"Okay," Noctis says, pouring some lube sloppily onto his fingers. Ignis decides not to note how much is spilled on the bed.
"Start with one finger," he advises. "Go slowly."
Noctis bites his lip, looking down at the way Ignis is displayed below him, and Ignis tries not to think about how shamefully hard his cock is. He can't help shivering a little at the first touch of a cold finger, pressing gently against him.
"Okay?" Noctis asks.
"Yes, just a little cold," he replies. "You're doing fine." Noctis pushes, and his finger slides in up to the first knuckle. He pushes again, and gets his finger all the way in, then starts a gentle in and out that feels far better than it should have any right to.
He adds a second finger, and Ignis closes his eyes, only to jerk them open again when Noctis closes his hand around Ignis's cock. "Noctis, what--"
Noctis smiles at him sideways. "Don't you think I should try to make this good for my wife?"
Ignis huffs out a breath that's half laugh and half involuntary moan. "I don't expect your wife will have a penis."
"Gotta work with what I have," Noctis says, stroking him in time with the thrusting of his fingers.
"Noct, I'm supposed to be teaching you. This isn't about having fun."
"Who's the one who always says learning should be fun? If I'm having fun learning, shouldn't you have fun teaching?"
Ignis should have known Noctis would be an unselfish lover. How could he be otherwise? He's watched Noctis grow from a sweet and gentle boy into a man, a man who might sometimes pretend otherwise, but still has a kind and giving heart. Noctis can't possibly be expected to take without giving back.
Ignis's heart swells at the eager kindness in Noctis's eyes, and he has a sudden revelation that Noctis deserves to have his first sexual experience with an enthusiastic partner, not one who's trying to hold back every step of the way. And perhaps that's just an excuse for how much Ignis wants to let go, but it's good enough for him. So he lays his head back, closes his eyes, and lets himself feel. He lets himself feel the slick drag of Noctis's fingers inside him, the dry pressure of the hand around his cock, the heat of Noctis's breath gusting over him before he's taken aback by the wet heat of Noctis's mouth engulfing him.
"N-- Noct!" he gasps, eyes flickering open at the unexpected sensation. Noctis looks up at him, lips wrapped around his cock, and Ignis moans and drops his head back into the pillows.
Noctis teases him to distraction. He doesn't know how to perform oral sex, not well enough to actually get Ignis off, so it's just enough to keep him hard and wanting. Noctis pulls off of him to ask, "Should I add another finger?" and Ignis nods at him in a daze, then groans as he's stretched open by a third finger. Noctis's mouth is back, then, kissing the head of his cock, licking at the underside, taking him down as far as he can then pulling back when he starts to choke. There are some scrapes of teeth and there's no rhythm to it that he can follow, but it all feels so good he doesn't even care.
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Date: 2017-10-19 01:49 am (UTC)"Can I take this off?" Noctis asks, trailing kisses down Ignis's cheek to the corner of his jaw.
"Yes," he replies, strangely proud of Noctis for his consideration. He lets Noctis open the buttons, then shrugs out of the waistcoat while Noctis nimbly undoes his own buttons and strips off his shirt. He's wearing a tight undershirt underneath, and while Ignis has seen him in it before, many times in fact, he's never really let himself look. Noctis has filled out quite a bit in the past year, his shoulders broadening and lean muscle building up from long sessions training with Gladio. He looks . . . good, really good, and Ignis is already getting embarrassingly hard just from this.
He must be letting his concern with his inappropriate reaction show on his face, because Noctis hesitates. "Is everything okay?" he asks, brows drawing together.
"It's fine," Ignis says, swallowing his pride and working on the buttons of his own shirt. He reaches to unbutton his cuffs, but Noctis stops him.
"Let me," he says, carefully undoing the buttons. Then his hands are on Ignis's chest, warmth seeping in through his thin undershirt, and Noctis is sliding his hands up, pushing the shirt off his shoulders, and kissing him again. Ignis hesitantly settles his hands on Noctis's slim hips while Noctis explores his body, fingers tracing along his collarbone, drifting over his shoulders, stroking down his chest. He tugs Ignis's undershirt out of his pants and slips his hand under it, hot against the bare skin of his lower back. "You can touch me," he says, nipping at Ignis's lower lip. "I want you to touch me."
"Alright," Ignis breathes, moving his hands up Noctis's back to spread over his shoulder blades as he pulls him in closer, mouthing over his jaw and down the side of his neck. One of Noctis's hands slides around to his stomach, then works its way up, bunching his undershirt up along the way. Ignis can't quite stop the soft sound he makes when Noctis's thumb brushes over a nipple, and he barely catches himself in time to avoid sucking a mark into Noctis's neck. Gods, he can't imagine trying to explain away a hickey to Gladio, much less to the King.
He pulls away to try to get himself under control, but Noctis takes the opportunity to strip off his undershirt and kick off his pants, and Ignis's mouth goes dry. Noctis is-- well, he's gorgeous. Smooth skin all over his slender body, narrow hips, muscular thighs, and a pair of black boxer-briefs that leave absolutely nothing to the imagination, not with the way Noctis's cock is trying to break free. He wishes he could tell Noctis how good he looks, how beautiful he is, how very much he wants to kiss every inch of his body. But that's not what this is about, as much as he'd like it to be.
Noctis is blushing when Ignis manages to force his eyes back to his face, and he reminds himself that Noctis has never undressed for someone before. He's suddenly conscious of his own clothing, and pulls off his shirt to make Noctis more comfortable. There's a definite interest in Noctis's gaze as his eyes wander over Ignis's body, and then Noctis is back in his space, touching his bare skin, pressing soft lips to his collarbone, his chest. His tongue tentatively swipes over one nipple, and Ignis breathes in sharply.
"Is this okay?" Noctis asks, and Ignis nods, fingers curling into Noctis's hair to pull him back down. This is something Noctis should learn, too, isn't it? To please his future wife? But it turns out there's not much teaching required, as Noctis licks and sucks at his nipple like he's got some sort of natural talent for it. Noctis kisses his way across Ignis's chest to the other side to repeat the process, his hands moving down to slide just under the waistband of Ignis's slacks, and Ignis starts to feel a little lightheaded with how much blood is rushing to his cock. This is supposed to be about Noctis, about giving him what he needs, as much as Ignis takes shameful pleasure in that giving.
"Can I take off your pants?" Noctis asks, fingers hesitating at his belt buckle. There's no turning back if he doesn't say no now. His arousal will be impossible to deny when it's laid bare between them.
Ignis takes a deep breath and says, "Yes."
Noctis makes quick work of his belt, then carefully opens the fly of his slacks. Ignis sucks in a sharp breath when Noctis's hand brushes against his cock through the fabric of his underwear, the brief contact sending sparks along his nerves. He resists the urge to press up against Noctis, to shove him backwards onto the unmade bed, to climb on top of him and rub against him until they're both panting. Instead, he lets Noctis continue to lead this encounter, as he expects him to lead on his wedding night. (It occurs to him dimly that depending on his future bride, that may or may not be a safe assumption, but that hardly seems relevant at the moment.)
Ignis isn't sure whether he's grateful or disappointed that Noctis doesn't remark upon his obvious arousal, and doesn't try to touch him again. Instead, Noctis climbs onto the bed, then reaches out his hand toward Ignis. He bites his lip, then asks, "Will you join me?" It's unfailingly polite, exactly as a prince courting a princess should be. Ignis takes his hand and joins him, letting Noctis push him down onto the bed and kiss him again.
It's much more intimate like this, their bodies flush against each other, Noctis's thigh between his legs. It's all he can do to hold himself back and let Noctis rub up against him without taking advantage of the situation. He lets himself touch, though, his hands trailing over Noctis's bare back, curving around his ribs to thumb over his nipples, and he delights in the moan that he elicits. It's not long before Noctis sets one hand on Ignis's knee, then slides it up the back of his thigh to cup his ass.
He tells himself it's not a personal failing that the touch makes him moan and rock his hips up, seeking friction. Noctis is an attractive man. He's in bed with an attractive man. Anyone would be hard pressed not to react, wouldn't they?
Noctis smiles against his mouth, and though Ignis's cheeks are burning with shame, he's comforted to know that Noctis isn't upset with him. He shivers as fingers curl under the waistband of his underwear. "Can I . . . " Noctis says, pulling back and looking down at him, his cheeks flushed and lips wet. Then Noctis's face suddenly twists up, his cheeks getting even pinker, and he says, "Shit, I forgot, the condom is in my pants pocket."
Ignis can't help laughing, and Noctis grins at him abashedly before getting off the bed to find it. "Do you have lubricant?" he asks while Noctis rifles through their discarded clothes.
"Um. In the drawer." Ignis opens the bedside drawer, which contains a mess of comics, electronics charging cables, a handheld video game system, and a handful of sample-sized tubes of lubricant that Noctis must have picked up at school.
"If you wouldn't mind going out to my bag," he says, examining the tubes, "I brought you a larger container of higher-quality lubricant."
"You--" Noctis looks up at him, foil-wrapped condom now in his hand. "You planned this out, didn't you?"
Ignis blushes, heart racing. He hadn't, not exactly, but it would be a lie to say he hadn't considered the possibility. "I thought you might want it for your own . . . private use. Hand lotion isn't exactly a good substitute."
Noctis laughs, but doesn't question him further. "Sure," he says, and Ignis allows himself to admire the view as Noctis walks out of the room.
He shucks off his underwear and rolls onto his stomach to make this easier on Noctis, and maybe to make it easier to hide his own excitement about the proceedings. Noctis returns with the condom and lube, and pauses just inside the door, his gaze clearly wandering to Ignis's exposed ass. He comes closer and sets the supplies down on the bed, then takes off his own underwear. Ignis can't help licking his lips as he takes in the sight of Noctis fully naked -- naked and aroused, and exposed only to him.
Noctis climbs onto the bed and sets a tentative hand on Ignis's hip. "Do you really think we're going to do it from behind on my wedding night?" he asks. "I kind of envisioned it as a missionary position sort of thing."
"O-- Of course," Ignis says, blushing as he turns back over. Noctis may be the one who's never done this before, but Ignis feels stripped bare in a way he never has before as he reveals the extent of his arousal. Noctis says nothing though, only sets a hand on Ignis's thigh, gently guiding his legs apart to make room to kneel between them. You're doing this for him, not for you, he tells himself. Noctis wants to be comfortable with sex. Ignis is his advisor and guide in life. It's that simple. If he doesn't seek his own pleasure, then he's not taking advantage. At least, that's what he tries to tell himself.
Ignis picks up the lube and presses it into Noctis's hand. "If your wife has trouble, you can use lubricant. I'd hope your earlier attentions would be enough to . . . smooth the way, but if it's a marriage she didn't want, you'll need to do everything you can not to hurt her."
"Okay," Noctis says, pouring some lube sloppily onto his fingers. Ignis decides not to note how much is spilled on the bed.
"Start with one finger," he advises. "Go slowly."
Noctis bites his lip, looking down at the way Ignis is displayed below him, and Ignis tries not to think about how shamefully hard his cock is. He can't help shivering a little at the first touch of a cold finger, pressing gently against him.
"Okay?" Noctis asks.
"Yes, just a little cold," he replies. "You're doing fine." Noctis pushes, and his finger slides in up to the first knuckle. He pushes again, and gets his finger all the way in, then starts a gentle in and out that feels far better than it should have any right to.
He adds a second finger, and Ignis closes his eyes, only to jerk them open again when Noctis closes his hand around Ignis's cock. "Noctis, what--"
Noctis smiles at him sideways. "Don't you think I should try to make this good for my wife?"
Ignis huffs out a breath that's half laugh and half involuntary moan. "I don't expect your wife will have a penis."
"Gotta work with what I have," Noctis says, stroking him in time with the thrusting of his fingers.
"Noct, I'm supposed to be teaching you. This isn't about having fun."
"Who's the one who always says learning should be fun? If I'm having fun learning, shouldn't you have fun teaching?"
Ignis should have known Noctis would be an unselfish lover. How could he be otherwise? He's watched Noctis grow from a sweet and gentle boy into a man, a man who might sometimes pretend otherwise, but still has a kind and giving heart. Noctis can't possibly be expected to take without giving back.
Ignis's heart swells at the eager kindness in Noctis's eyes, and he has a sudden revelation that Noctis deserves to have his first sexual experience with an enthusiastic partner, not one who's trying to hold back every step of the way. And perhaps that's just an excuse for how much Ignis wants to let go, but it's good enough for him. So he lays his head back, closes his eyes, and lets himself feel. He lets himself feel the slick drag of Noctis's fingers inside him, the dry pressure of the hand around his cock, the heat of Noctis's breath gusting over him before he's taken aback by the wet heat of Noctis's mouth engulfing him.
"N-- Noct!" he gasps, eyes flickering open at the unexpected sensation. Noctis looks up at him, lips wrapped around his cock, and Ignis moans and drops his head back into the pillows.
Noctis teases him to distraction. He doesn't know how to perform oral sex, not well enough to actually get Ignis off, so it's just enough to keep him hard and wanting. Noctis pulls off of him to ask, "Should I add another finger?" and Ignis nods at him in a daze, then groans as he's stretched open by a third finger. Noctis's mouth is back, then, kissing the head of his cock, licking at the underside, taking him down as far as he can then pulling back when he starts to choke. There are some scrapes of teeth and there's no rhythm to it that he can follow, but it all feels so good he doesn't even care.
"Alright," Ignis says eventually, breathing hard, "I'm ready."
Noctis looks up at him with wide, lustful eyes. "Are you sure?"
"I'm ready," Ignis repeats. "Are you?"
"Yeah," Noctis breathes, then fumbles for the condom.