Ignis makes his way into the bedroom and pushes the covers down the unmade bed, sitting on the edge of it and leaning back on one hand. He lets his other hand wander between his legs, rubbing himself through his slacks as he imagines Noctis stroking his cock slowly, water pouring over his naked body. He's tried to avoid fantasizing about Noctis for so long that it's almost cathartic to allow himself now, to indulge in the forbidden, if only for this one night.

The shower turns off, and Ignis's hand tightens on his cock, then withdraws to his thigh. He swallows thickly as he listens to the sound of Noctis toweling off, his pulse accelerating as the door clicks open. Noctis enters the room with a towel slung low around his hips, pushed out in the middle by his half-hard cock.

Ignis's heart beats hard as Noctis smiles at him and says, slightly surprised, "You stayed."

"I said I would."

"Yeah, you did." Noctis approaches the bed, then drops the towel on the floor and climbs up, straddling Ignis's hips. "I was afraid you'd decide this was too . . . inappropriate."

"It's terribly inappropriate," Ignis replies, his hands coming up to caress Noctis's sides. "But you're terribly tempting, and I'm terribly weak."

Noctis leans in to kiss him, slowly and sweetly. "You're not weak," he says when he pulls back. "You're allowed to want things."

It's just one time. It's just one night. "I want you," Ignis confesses as he pulls Noctis into his lap, bringing their lips together again. Their kiss is heated and eager, full of promise, and Ignis groans as Noctis rolls his hips against him. He lets his hands move down to Noctis's ass, enjoying the way Noctis arches against him and the catch of his breath when Ignis pulls back to kiss his neck. No more holding back, not tonight. Ignis dips his tongue into the hollow of Noctis's collarbone, then laves a long swipe up his neck to suck Noctis's earlobe into his mouth.

"Ignis," Noctis gasps, rocking hard against him, hands clenching in the fabric of Ignis's waistcoat. Ignis teases Noctis's ear with the tip of his tongue, tugging it between his lips, and Noctis exhales a breath that's just shy of a moan. Tugging at Ignis's clothes, Noctis says, "You gonna take this off or what?" Ignis can't help kissing him again.

It's hard to convince himself to push Noctis off of his lap and get up when everything in him is screaming for more, but the promise of skin on skin is enough to do it. He gets out of his waistcoat and shirt in record time, nearly popping off a button, while Noctis watches, seated on the edge of the bed. The belt comes next, then slacks, underwear, socks, until Ignis is fully naked. Noctis is looking at him, eyes moving slowly over his body, and Ignis would feel self-conscious if Noctis didn't look so incredibly turned on. Or if Noctis wasn't slowly stroking his own cock, and that's something Ignis never expected to see. It's also something he never expected would be so damned tantalizing.

"How do you want me?" Noctis asks.

"Whatever would be most comfortable for you," he replies, setting his glasses on the bedside table and reaching in the drawer to get the lubricant. His assumption that Noctis left it there last time turns out to be a good one, and he finds the box of condoms there as well.

Noctis waits until Ignis is back on the bed with him, then pulls him down so they're side by side, hooking one leg over Ignis's hip. "Will this work?" he asks, nuzzling the bottom of Ignis's jaw.

Ignis smooths one hand down Noctis's side and around the curve of his hip, dipping between his cheeks and smiling when Noctis shivers. "Yes, I think this will be fine for now." He withdraws his hand long enough to coat it in lube, then kisses Noctis again as he reaches back to circle a wet finger around Noctis's entrance. "Alright?" he asks when Noctis makes a small sound.

"Yeah, it's just . . . different."

Ignis moves his other hand between them to take hold of both of their erections, stroking them together as he pushes his finger in. "Try to relax," he says. "There's no hurry." Noctis takes a deep breath, and he starts to relax. For a while, there's nothing but the sound of their breathing, as Noctis is rocked back and forth between Ignis's hands. He keep his grip on their cocks loose -- enough to keep them both hard, but not enough to end things before they've even begun.

By the time he's worked up to three fingers, the frown line between Noctis's eyebrows is gone, and he's moving his hips on his own. Noctis fucking himself on Ignis's fingers is probably the hottest thing he's ever seen, especially considering Noctis has never done this before. He's absolutely gorgeous like this, flushed and sweaty, eyes dark with arousal. Ignis is struck by how much he wants to give Noctis pleasure, how much he enjoys introducing him to things he's never felt before.

Letting go of their cocks, Ignis moves his arm for leverage, then raises himself up to get a different angle. "Move your leg up a little higher," he says, and Noctis complies, hitching his knee up closer to Ignis's chest than his hip. The change is enough to let Ignis finally get his fingers directly on Noctis's prostate, and Noctis jerks when he touches it, clenching around him.

"Oh, fuck," Noctis gasps, "what--"

Ignis rubs his prostate again, and Noctis trails off into a whimper. "That," Ignis says, "is your prostate."

"Feels strange," Noctis says, his face contorting into an expression of concentration.

"Do you want me to stop?"

"No! No, keep going, it's . . . it's good, it's just . . . "

"Different?" he offers. Noctis nods, so Ignis keeps going, gently stimulating him, then easing back off, until he starts to relax again. When he's loosened up enough, Ignis lays back down and takes Noctis's cock in his free hand again. He's still hard, harder now than when they started, with precum beading at the tip. "Do you want me to get you off like this?" he asks, nipping gently at Noctis's lower lip.

Noctis opens his eyes in surprise, as if he hadn't realized he'd closed them. "N-- No, I want-- I want you to . . . I want you inside me." It seems silly for Noctis to blush when he's had Ignis's fingers in his ass for a good half hour, but there it is, and it's so sweet that Ignis can't help leaning in for a kiss.

"Alright then. I don't think this position is going to work for that."

"Okay," Noctis says, pulling his leg back as Ignis slides his fingers out. "What should I do?"

"Open this condom for me, for one," Ignis says, rolling onto his back, "my fingers are too slippery." Noctis does as asked, then reaches down and strokes Ignis's cock a few times before rolling on the condom. If he wasn't already achingly hard, having Noctis's hand on him would have done the trick for sure. Ignis pours out more lube and slicks himself up, then grabs a tissue and wipes the mess off his fingers.

He scoots himself up so that he's sitting reclined against the pillows, then reaches for Noctis. "Come here," he says, pulling Noctis in to straddle his lap. "This way you can set the pace."

"Um," Noctis says, still blushing, "okay." He reaches behind himself and takes hold of Ignis's cock, lining it up against himself, then tries to sink down on it. First time sex is never that easy, though, and Ignis's cock slips across Noctis's ass, sliding out of his grip. "Sorry," Noctis says, and Ignis sets a hand on his thigh to comfort him.

"It's alright. Take your time." This time Ignis holds his own cock still while Noctis positions himself, and the tip slips inside. Noctis makes a surprised sound, and his hands come down to brace himself on Ignis's shoulders. "You're doing fine," Ignis says, still holding himself with one hand while he rubs Noctis's thigh reassuringly with the other. He wants nothing more than to thrust up into the tight heat of Noctis's body, but he holds himself back, letting Noctis slowly easy his way down, a little bit at a time.

Noctis is biting his lower lip, brow furrowed in concentration, and when he's halfway in Ignis lets go of himself and moves his hand instead to close around Noctis's slightly flagging erection. Noctis gasps and opens his eyes, sliding down a little further as his hips jerk. He relaxes a little as Ignis works his cock, making it easier for him to take more, until finally he bottoms out. Ignis moves both hands to circle around Noctis's back and pulls him down for a kiss, anything to distract himself from the intensity of being fully seated inside Noctis.

"How do you feel?" Ignis murmurs against his lips. Noctis rolls his hips a little, experimentally, and Ignis groans, his head falling back into the pillows.

Noctis laughs -- of course he does -- and says, "Pretty good, how about you?"

His instincts tell him to demur, but Ignis reminds himself that he's decided not to hold back tonight. "Incredible."

"Yeah?" Noctis rolls his hips again, starting up a slow rhythm, and Ignis begins to worry that he's not going to last long enough for Noctis to come. "Is that good?"

"Nnngh . . . Yes, yes, Noct, that's good, you're-- perfect, you're perfect," Ignis says. He's aware that he's babbling, but his brain is getting so fogged with pleasure that he can't seem to care. Noctis looks like he appreciates the praise in any case; he tries lifting himself up and sinking back down on Ignis's cock, and oh gods, that's even better. Whatever the consequences are for deflowering the crown prince, Ignis doesn't care, because this is absolutely worth it.

"Oh!" Noctis's exclamation of surprise comes as he sinks down a little harder than the last time, and his cock jerks against Ignis's stomach. He does it again, lifting up higher and coming down hard, and Ignis finds himself clutching Noctis's hips and thrusting up to meet him. "Oh, fuck," Noctis gasps, "keep doing that, that feels--"

It's hard to find a rhythm where they're synchronized, and Noctis seems to have relaxed into the penetration, so Ignis holds on and rolls them over. He kisses Noctis hard, pushing him down onto the bed, then starts fucking him in earnest. Ignis has never been very quiet in bed, and the way Noctis is responding to this would be enough to make anyone lose their composure. Noctis is much louder on the receiving end, moaning and cursing with every thrust, and Ignis bites his lip against the rising tide of pleasure.

"Noct," he gasps, slowing down to stop things from ending too soon, "I can't go much longer."

Noctis leans up to claim his mouth, though it's more a mess of lips and tongue than a real kiss at this point. "Yeah, fuck, me too," Noctis says, reaching for his own cock. "Don't hold back, you're so hot like this."

Ignis doesn't ask, like what?, because he knows exactly what Noctis means. Noctis is always gorgeous but the sounds he's making and the way he's moving underneath him sends heat sparking through Ignis's body like never before. Ignis groans and drops his head to Noctis's shoulder, holding himself up on one elbow while his other hand roams greedily over Noctis's body, clutching at his ass, rubbing over a nipple, stealing in between them to join with Noctis's own hand on his cock.

Ignis tries to hold back and wait for Noctis to come first, but the tight heat of Noctis's body undoes him completely, and too soon he's tipping over the edge, slamming their hips together probably too roughly, making frankly embarrassing sounds as he thrusts in deep and spills into the condom. That's alright though, because Noctis is moving their joined hands faster, his hips jerking up into their grip even as Ignis rides out the last of his own climax, and then Noctis shouts as his cock pulses between them, wave after wave of come making a mess of both of them.

Breathing hard, Ignis presses kisses to Noctis's neck, then his cheek, then his lips. Noctis leans into the kiss, languidly teasing Ignis's mouth open and sliding their tongues together. It's so good; everything is so good, but they're also a mess, so Ignis pulls out and disposes of the condom, then gets a wet washcloth to clean them up with.

"Come back to bed," Noctis says when Ignis has finished, before he can even start to think about getting dressed.

"I shouldn't spend the night," Ignis replies, but he gets back into the bed anyway and lets Noctis curl up against him with a pleased hum.

"That was . . . really good," Noctis murmurs into Ignis's shoulder. "Did I do okay? Was it okay for you?"

"You were amazing, and it was perfect." Ignis tightens his arm around Noctis's waist, and relaxes as he feels Noctis smile against his skin.

"'m gonna be sore for a while, I think," Noctis mumbles with a yawn.

"I'll see if I can find a potion for you tomorrow before you go to train with Gladio." Ignis glances at the clock and finds it's past two in the morning. The lateness of the hour combines with bone-deep satisfaction to leave him yawning as well, and he briefly considers giving in to the temptation to close his eyes and fall asleep here in Noctis's bed.

But Noctis is still a prince, and Ignis is still his advisor. He presses a kiss to Noctis's hair, then to his lips, as Noctis smiles blearily at him, already mostly asleep. Ignis withdraws and Noctis lets him go, rolling into the warm spot in the bed he's left behind. He pulls his clothes back on, adjusting himself in front of Noctis's mirror until he doesn't look too rumpled.

Ignis pauses in the doorway of the bedroom, smiling as he watches Noctis sleep, then collects himself and heads home.

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