A/N HERE GOES GUYS the end of this fic, which was supposed to be a quick meme fill of 2k words but ended up being 20k. Oops. I should get the rest up on AO3 soon as well, so if I'm lucky enough that you want to rec it to your friends, please consider directing them to ao3! (see previous section for url). Not sure how many comments I need to post the rest of this chapter, we'll see.
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Ignis dips his last french fry into ketchup and savors the salty bite of it on his tongue. He hadn't realized quite how hungry he was until he'd found himself reaching into the bag to grab some fries as soon as they pulled out of the drive-thru. Noctis had even remarked upon it, though he seemed more amused than anything else.
Now, he begins to clean up the remains of their meal as Noctis slurps the last of his soda. It's comfortably routine and makes Ignis wonder why he's spent any time at all worrying about the possibility of changing the nature of his relationship with Noctis.
"Okay," Noctis says, as Ignis disposes of the last of the wrappers. "Go on, I already know what you're going to say. I shouldn't be going to parties, much less parties where there's drinking, and I absolutely shouldn't go anywhere without at least informing the Crownsguard so they can go with me. Right?"
Ignis starts washing his hands. "Yes, that's right. It makes me wonder why, if you know all of that, you still went to the party."
Noctis leans on the other side of the counter. "Prompto didn't want to go alone." He pauses for a moment, then adds, "I didn't want him to go alone. I thought he might get into trouble, or get pressured into doing something he didn't really want to do."
"And you didn't tell the Crownsguard because . . . ?"
"Because if I showed up with guards, I'd ruin it for everyone else -- including Prompto. Nobody would come talk to him if I had guards hovering over us the whole time. And it's not like I could bring Gladio, he's so huge he makes Prompto look like a little kid."
"I appreciate your concern for your friend, Noct, I do. But you have to understand that your safety is more important than his social life." Ignis wipes his hands on a towel and comes around the kitchenette to stand next to Noctis.
"It's bad enough that I can't have a normal social life. It shouldn't mean my friends can't either."
Ignis is aware of the space between himself and Noctis. There's about three inches separating their shoulders from touching -- a polite distance that Ignis keeps out of force of habit. He thinks about Prompto's story of the girl inserting herself into Noctis's personal space. "What's done is done," he says, pushing his glasses up his nose. "I did want to tell you that I'm very proud of you for handling what must have been an awkward situation with the girl at the party."
Noctis looks up at him, flushing slightly. "Yeah?" Ignis inclines his head, and Noctis smiles. "It was . . . it wasn't that bad. I thought about everything you taught me. I think if we hadn't-- if I had never had someone that close to me, I might have screwed up." Noctis's eyes widen as he realizes the implication of his words, and he adds, "Not like that, I mean, I wouldn't have done anything with her, but it would have been a lot more awkward."
"I'm glad that our lessons had the desired effect. You've now had a range of experiences, so hopefully all similar situations in the future will be defused as easily."
Noctis looks away as his smile falters slightly. "There's still one thing we haven't done."
Ignis blinks at him in surprise. He begins cataloguing their experience together, and when he thinks about Noctis's expectations for the future, he comes up empty-handed. At least, empty-handed of things a man can provide. "I'm not sure what you mean."
"I mean," Noctis says, looking carefully at his own feet, "I haven't gotten-- I haven't . . . been on the bottom."
Oh. "That's--" Ignis clears his throat, banishing the image of Noctis writhing underneath him from his mind. "I don't expect you'll need that experience in your future marriage."
"Probably not," Noctis agrees, "but I want to do it anyway." He looks up at Ignis, finally, interest and intent clear on his face. "Do you?"
Ignis finds himself at a loss for how to handle this situation. He's spent his whole life training to be cool under pressure, yet somehow Noctis's innocent desire undoes him completely. "We can't-- Noct, you can't--"
"I know," Noctis says, "I can't have a relationship. I'm not asking for one. I just want to . . . I want to have sex with you. And if it's only one more time, that's okay." He pauses, face flushed but still looking at Ignis intently. "Do you want to have sex with me?"
"It hardly matters what I--"
"Ignis." Noctis cuts him off, then raises a hand to cup Ignis's cheek. "Do you want to have sex with me?"
". . . yes." His heart thumps painfully in his chest and his cheeks burn at the confession, but Noctis smiles brightly and rubs his thumb over Ignis's cheekbone.
"Okay then," he says, "let's do it." Then Noctis is kissing him, mouth still salty from their late dinner, and Ignis can't find it within himself to stop. His hands come to Noctis's waist as if of their own volition, and then he's pulling Noctis closer and leaning into his kiss. Maybe it's just that he's been trying so hard not to think about this for the past two days, to be done with this foolishness, but having Noctis willing and eager and wanting to be fucked has his cock getting hard in record time.
They kiss up against the counter for a few minutes, and Ignis allows his hands to wander. Noctis wants this, wants him, and Ignis has never been able to deny him anything. Certainly not when it's something he wants so much himself. His fingers slide into the back pockets of Noctis's jeans, and Noctis makes a small sound into his mouth that makes it hard to breathe. It makes it hard to think, but Ignis can't let himself forget that this is going to be another first for Noctis, and that means he has to make sure it's done right.
"Noct," he murmurs as Noctis kisses his neck.
"Mm?"
"You should probably go take a shower."
Noctis pulls back and looks at him in confusion. "Do I smell?"
Ignis laughs. "No, I only meant . . . if we're going to-- if you want me to--" He's never been so tongue-tied in his life. He takes a deep breath and continues, "If I'm going to fuck you, you should wash first. Get yourself as clean as you can." Noctis's face goes red, but his eyes betray his arousal. "Unless you were planning this all day and you already . . . ?"
"I'll go wash," Noctis says hastily, then hesitates, eyes narrowing. "The other day, when we-- were you planning that? Did you . . . prepare?"
Ignis looks away, suddenly unable to meet Noctis's gaze. It's not so much that he had planned for it as he had allowed for the possibility. Always being prepared for any possible outcome is part of his job. "I didn't plan it, but I didn't not plan it," he admits.
Noctis grins at him, and leans in for a quick kiss. "Don't go anywhere while I'm in the shower, okay?"
"I wouldn't dream of it," he replies. Of course, as soon as the bathroom door closes, his confidence abandons him entirely. This isn't for Noctis's education. This isn't even for his comfort in social situations. This is only because Noctis wants it, and Ignis wants it, and he isn't sure if that makes it acceptable, but now that they've gotten started he doesn't want to stop. His mind fills with thoughts of what Noctis might be doing in the shower. Is he only perfunctorily washing? Or is he touching himself?
FILL (9A/9) Re: ignoct, virginity kink
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Ignis dips his last french fry into ketchup and savors the salty bite of it on his tongue. He hadn't realized quite how hungry he was until he'd found himself reaching into the bag to grab some fries as soon as they pulled out of the drive-thru. Noctis had even remarked upon it, though he seemed more amused than anything else.
Now, he begins to clean up the remains of their meal as Noctis slurps the last of his soda. It's comfortably routine and makes Ignis wonder why he's spent any time at all worrying about the possibility of changing the nature of his relationship with Noctis.
"Okay," Noctis says, as Ignis disposes of the last of the wrappers. "Go on, I already know what you're going to say. I shouldn't be going to parties, much less parties where there's drinking, and I absolutely shouldn't go anywhere without at least informing the Crownsguard so they can go with me. Right?"
Ignis starts washing his hands. "Yes, that's right. It makes me wonder why, if you know all of that, you still went to the party."
Noctis leans on the other side of the counter. "Prompto didn't want to go alone." He pauses for a moment, then adds, "I didn't want him to go alone. I thought he might get into trouble, or get pressured into doing something he didn't really want to do."
"And you didn't tell the Crownsguard because . . . ?"
"Because if I showed up with guards, I'd ruin it for everyone else -- including Prompto. Nobody would come talk to him if I had guards hovering over us the whole time. And it's not like I could bring Gladio, he's so huge he makes Prompto look like a little kid."
"I appreciate your concern for your friend, Noct, I do. But you have to understand that your safety is more important than his social life." Ignis wipes his hands on a towel and comes around the kitchenette to stand next to Noctis.
"It's bad enough that I can't have a normal social life. It shouldn't mean my friends can't either."
Ignis is aware of the space between himself and Noctis. There's about three inches separating their shoulders from touching -- a polite distance that Ignis keeps out of force of habit. He thinks about Prompto's story of the girl inserting herself into Noctis's personal space. "What's done is done," he says, pushing his glasses up his nose. "I did want to tell you that I'm very proud of you for handling what must have been an awkward situation with the girl at the party."
Noctis looks up at him, flushing slightly. "Yeah?" Ignis inclines his head, and Noctis smiles. "It was . . . it wasn't that bad. I thought about everything you taught me. I think if we hadn't-- if I had never had someone that close to me, I might have screwed up." Noctis's eyes widen as he realizes the implication of his words, and he adds, "Not like that, I mean, I wouldn't have done anything with her, but it would have been a lot more awkward."
"I'm glad that our lessons had the desired effect. You've now had a range of experiences, so hopefully all similar situations in the future will be defused as easily."
Noctis looks away as his smile falters slightly. "There's still one thing we haven't done."
Ignis blinks at him in surprise. He begins cataloguing their experience together, and when he thinks about Noctis's expectations for the future, he comes up empty-handed. At least, empty-handed of things a man can provide. "I'm not sure what you mean."
"I mean," Noctis says, looking carefully at his own feet, "I haven't gotten-- I haven't . . . been on the bottom."
Oh. "That's--" Ignis clears his throat, banishing the image of Noctis writhing underneath him from his mind. "I don't expect you'll need that experience in your future marriage."
"Probably not," Noctis agrees, "but I want to do it anyway." He looks up at Ignis, finally, interest and intent clear on his face. "Do you?"
Ignis finds himself at a loss for how to handle this situation. He's spent his whole life training to be cool under pressure, yet somehow Noctis's innocent desire undoes him completely. "We can't-- Noct, you can't--"
"I know," Noctis says, "I can't have a relationship. I'm not asking for one. I just want to . . . I want to have sex with you. And if it's only one more time, that's okay." He pauses, face flushed but still looking at Ignis intently. "Do you want to have sex with me?"
"It hardly matters what I--"
"Ignis." Noctis cuts him off, then raises a hand to cup Ignis's cheek. "Do you want to have sex with me?"
". . . yes." His heart thumps painfully in his chest and his cheeks burn at the confession, but Noctis smiles brightly and rubs his thumb over Ignis's cheekbone.
"Okay then," he says, "let's do it." Then Noctis is kissing him, mouth still salty from their late dinner, and Ignis can't find it within himself to stop. His hands come to Noctis's waist as if of their own volition, and then he's pulling Noctis closer and leaning into his kiss. Maybe it's just that he's been trying so hard not to think about this for the past two days, to be done with this foolishness, but having Noctis willing and eager and wanting to be fucked has his cock getting hard in record time.
They kiss up against the counter for a few minutes, and Ignis allows his hands to wander. Noctis wants this, wants him, and Ignis has never been able to deny him anything. Certainly not when it's something he wants so much himself. His fingers slide into the back pockets of Noctis's jeans, and Noctis makes a small sound into his mouth that makes it hard to breathe. It makes it hard to think, but Ignis can't let himself forget that this is going to be another first for Noctis, and that means he has to make sure it's done right.
"Noct," he murmurs as Noctis kisses his neck.
"Mm?"
"You should probably go take a shower."
Noctis pulls back and looks at him in confusion. "Do I smell?"
Ignis laughs. "No, I only meant . . . if we're going to-- if you want me to--" He's never been so tongue-tied in his life. He takes a deep breath and continues, "If I'm going to fuck you, you should wash first. Get yourself as clean as you can." Noctis's face goes red, but his eyes betray his arousal. "Unless you were planning this all day and you already . . . ?"
"I'll go wash," Noctis says hastily, then hesitates, eyes narrowing. "The other day, when we-- were you planning that? Did you . . . prepare?"
Ignis looks away, suddenly unable to meet Noctis's gaze. It's not so much that he had planned for it as he had allowed for the possibility. Always being prepared for any possible outcome is part of his job. "I didn't plan it, but I didn't not plan it," he admits.
Noctis grins at him, and leans in for a quick kiss. "Don't go anywhere while I'm in the shower, okay?"
"I wouldn't dream of it," he replies. Of course, as soon as the bathroom door closes, his confidence abandons him entirely. This isn't for Noctis's education. This isn't even for his comfort in social situations. This is only because Noctis wants it, and Ignis wants it, and he isn't sure if that makes it acceptable, but now that they've gotten started he doesn't want to stop. His mind fills with thoughts of what Noctis might be doing in the shower. Is he only perfunctorily washing? Or is he touching himself?