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From: (Anonymous)

Brotherhood Era Noctis [16/17] decides he wants a more hands on approach to sex ed. Ignis enjoys this much more than he feels he should.

From: (Anonymous)

Um, YES??? hello two of my favorite things, Noctis learning about sexuality and Noctis learning about sexuality from Ignis

From: (Anonymous)

A/N okay, I'm the same anon as the above comment, I just could not resist this. It's late and I'm going to bed now so this is just the setup/intro, sorry it's short but I wanted to get it out there!

***

"What's that you're working on?" Ignis unpacks the groceries and sets them on the counter as Noctis runs a highlighter over a handout from school. "Science homework?"

Noctis sighs. "Sex ed. It's a-- there are a lot of diagrams, ugh. They taught us all of this back in middle school anyway, I don't know why we have to do the same thing again. It's not like they're teaching us how to actually have sex, that might be something more useful."

"What exactly are they teaching you?" Ignis asks mildly.

"Eggs, sperm, zygotes, uterus, seminal vesicles, all that. Again. Plus this handout about STDs."

"Hmm, well, perhaps not everyone paid as much attention as you did the last time. I expect most teenagers would benefit from a reminder about safe sex practices in any case." He starts mincing vegetables into fine enough pieces that Noctis won't notice them in his food, and Noctis sighs and turns back to his homework. There's a comfortable silence for a while, as Noctis scribbles away and Ignis cooks.

"Hey, Iggy?" Noctis asks, and Ignis glances up from his mixing bowl to see Noctis looking at him curiously, cheeks slightly flushed.

"Yes, Noct?"

"Um. I remember all the stuff you told me, before, about-- illegitimate heirs and arranged political marriages and favoritism."

Ignis blinks a few times. He recalls the conversation in question. When Noctis had started high school, Ignis had been tasked with taking him aside to have a slightly more royal version of the birds-and-the-bees talk, the gist of which had been to make sure Noctis wouldn't fraternize with his fellow students in a way that would cause problems for the Crown. "That's good," he says, pushing his glasses up his nose. "I'm glad to have left an impression."

He goes back to work, mixing meat in with the minced vegetables along with the other ingredients at hand, then turning it out into a loaf pan. He's just finished sliding it into the oven when Noctis begins, "Do you think you could . . . " and then trails off.

"Do I think I could what?"

"I mean, if I can't . . . if I'm supposed to have an arranged marriage, then-- what am I-- how--" Noctis sighs in frustration. "Couldyouteachmeaboutsex?" he asks in a rush, and Ignis has to stop and take a moment to process it into distinct words. When he does, he sets down the dish cloth he was using to dry his hands, and walks around the counter to take a seat at the table.

"I'm happy to answer any questions you may have," he says carefully, folding his hands on the tabletop.

Noctis's cheeks are flushed, and he bites his lip. "I didn't mean like that. I mean-- can you teach me? Can you-- can you show me? You've done it, right?"

From: (Anonymous)

..... oooooooh my god, yes!!

From: (Anonymous)

op here - ooooomg, thank u author anon, i've never had a prompt filled so fast! i love your set up an s i'm super looking forward to the rest of it!

From: (Anonymous)

yesssss, I'm loving this start and I'm excited to see where you go with it!

From: (Anonymous)

A/N This continues directly from the previous part, sorry for the awkward break! This is also turning out to be way more involved than I planned, oops. Thanks to all who left comments on part 1!

***

"I have, though I'm not certain I understand what you're asking me to do," Ignis says, brows drawing together as he considers. Noctis blushes more, cheeks darkening a rusty pink, and Ignis suddenly connects the dots. "Noctis, are you asking me to have sex with you?"

"No! I'm--" Noctis rubs his face with his hands. "Yes. Maybe?"

Ignis takes a breath to steady himself and counts to five in his head. He's been trained to handle all types of uncomfortable situations without losing his composure; surely he can handle this one. Of course, all that training was about dealing with awkward situations involving Noctis, not awkward situations involving himself. He clears his throat. "Perhaps if you can tell me a little more about what it is you hope to gain from this, we can determine the best course of action."

"I shouldn't have asked," Noctis says, stacking up his papers hastily. "It was dumb. Sorry." He drops his pen on the floor in his fluster, and Ignis struggles to regain control of the situation.

"Noct. Noct." Noctis pauses, looking up at him from where he's bent to retrieve his pen. "I'm not offended. And I'm sure I've told you a thousand times that there's no such thing as a stupid question. I'm here to help you learn, so please, let's talk about this."

Noctis slowly sits back onto his chair and sets down the pen. He presses his lips together in a tight line for a moment, then nods and relaxes. "I guess I-- I guess I just feel like, I'm supposed to be confident and not get embarrassed by things. And some day I'm supposed to get married and I'll be expected to . . . to . . . "

"To perform?" Ignis asks gently.

Noctis nods. "But how am I going to do any of that if I'm not allowed to even go on a date?"

"You're concerned that your lack of experience will cause problems for you," Ignis says, restating Noctis's words to ensure he understands, "both at the time of your eventual marriage, and in your ability to comport yourself in various other situations."

"Yeah," Noctis says, "and . . . "

"And?"

Noctis blushes again and looks away. "And maybe I just want to know what it's like. Beyond eggs and sperm and zygotes."

"Let me think about it," Ignis says, getting up to check on the meatloaf even though he's sure it won't be done for another half hour. "I'm sure we can find a way to resolve this. In the meantime, why don't you finish up your homework and I'll get dinner ready."

Noctis looks relieved. "Thanks, Specs," he says, flipping through his notebook, "I dunno what I'd do without you."

*

Goal: Noctis is comfortable with sexuality.

Topics to cover:
Consent
Safety
Respecting his partner
Power dynamics
Anatomy (review)
Romance
Erogenous zones
Basic positions
Common terminology

Ignis taps his pen against his lips, staring down at the paper. He never quite expected to find himself writing up a lesson plan on sex for the Crown Prince, but he supposes it's not really any more humiliating than cleaning up garbage from the floor of Noctis's apartment. All these topics can be covered by a combination of conversation and tasteful pornography, without a need for more . . . hands-on instruction. Ignis tells himself firmly that he's not disappointed.

From: (Anonymous)

*crying softly over Ignis crossing out "romance"*

Though the thought of them watching "tasteful pornography" together has me at the edge of my seat!

From: (Anonymous)

Oh my god this is delightful XD

You write Ignis so well! And I was so embarrassed on Noct's behalf haha

From: (Anonymous)

A/N Thanks for all your lovely comments folks! We finally get some action in this part. Also in case it wasn't clear I'm posting this literally as I write it completely unedited, so I apologize in advance if I missed anything stupid. I promise we'll get to the sex and virginity kink eventually.

***

He shows up at Noctis's apartment prepared with a folder full of educational materials, marked up with sticky notes and highlighter, and a dark plastic bag with some DVDs. Noctis is on the couch playing video games, but he looks up when Ignis comes in.

"Hey Ignis," Noctis greets him, "did you bring dinner?"

Ignis hefts the bag in his other hand, which is full of takeout. "From the dumpling place by the Citadel."

Noctis's stomach growls immediately, and Ignis can't help chuckling. He sets down his papers and starts unpacking the food as Noctis sets two places at the table. "What are these papers for?" Noctis asks, curiously opening the folder. "'What is consent?' Is this about--"

"Yes, I gave some thought to our conversation the other day." Ignis selects a few pork dumplings and sets them on his plate before sitting down. "I put together a lesson plan."

Noctis lets out a short, bemused laugh. "Of course you did."

"Yes, well. I brought some materials for you to go over on your own, then we can discuss them when you've finished."

"Discuss them?" Noctis asks, biting into a shrimp dumpling.

"Mm. I believe we can accomplish our goals without . . . direct instruction."

Noctis flushes, then nods his head. "Okay," he says, and Ignis relaxes.

***

Noctis: iggy there are like four dvds in here

Noctis: they're two hours each

Noctis: did you want me to watch all of them?

Ignis thumbs through the messages, then types back, yes, they demonstrate a wide range of activities.

There's a long pause before Noctis replies.

Noctis: ok.

***

There's a DVD case on the floor by the TV the next time Ignis comes over. It's "Feminine Mystique," the one featuring all women. He'd selected it because it contained a number of close-up shots showing female anatomy, and because he figures part of becoming comfortable with sexuality is for Noctis to identify what appeals to him. Ignis closes the empty case and sets it next to the DVD player as he cleans up the room. It's hard not to imagine Noctis sitting on his couch watching the couples, probably touching himself, but Ignis cuts off that train of thought before it goes too far.

He doesn't mention it when Noctis arrives home, instead drilling him on the contents of the immigration report he'd left the previous week.

***

It's two days later that he gets a text from Noctis that simply says, I'm done.

He replies, that was quick. i'll be by after school tomorrow and we can discuss. pls consider what questions you have.

***

The DVDs and papers are stacked neatly on the table when Ignis arrives. He's not expecting Noctis for another fifteen minutes or so, so he opens the folder to see if Noctis has left any notes.

There are some underlined passages, some question marks scribbled in the margins, and a few places Noctis has written, simply, "Why?" However, there aren't any specifics, so Ignis busies himself with preparing dinner. Noctis is pleasant enough when he arrives, and doesn't seem inclined to jump right into conversation, so Ignis waits until they've finished dinner, cleaned up, and settled on the couch to address the elephant in the room, as it were.

"So," he says, "you reviewed all of the materials I left?" Noctis blushes and nods, suddenly very interested in his own hands. "And did you prepare a list of questions?"

Noctis sighs. "I don't really know where to start."

Ignis considers his hesitance, then decides to try a different approach. "Alright then, let's start at the beginning. Tell me about what sort of experience you have."

"E-- Experience? None, that's why we're doing this, isn't it?"

"Yes of course, I meant . . . Have you ever kissed anyone?"

Noctis's face turns an attractive pink. "Um. I kissed Prompto once."

Ignis raises his eyebrows in surprise. "Once?" he asks.

"Yeah, we-- he-- he said he wanted to practice, you know, so he wouldn't mess up with girls. I figured it wouldn't count as . . . fraternization. He was here in my apartment, it's not like anyone would see."

"I appreciate that you considered the ramifications," Ignis says. "How was it?"

"Uh, wet? I don't know. Messy. Good. I like Prompto." Noct's voice gets quieter. "It was only one kiss. I didn't want to-- I was afraid I might--"

"Do you have feelings for him?" Ignis asks, a little hesitantly. This could certainly introduce some complications.

"I don't know. Maybe. But I can't anyway so I just-- laughed it off, and he was okay with it, and we didn't do it again."

"I see. And has there been anyone else?"

"No," Noctis says softly. "That's it."

Ignis pushes his glasses up his nose as he thinks about how to proceed. He clears his throat. He's going to have to push through the awkwardness and embarrassment of the subject matter soon or later, so it may as well be sooner. "Do you masturbate?"

Noctis's head jerks up, eyes wide. "What? Um." He blinks a few times, then says, "Specs, you made me watch eight hours of porn videos. Are you seriously asking me that?"

Ignis thinks he may be failing in his attempt not to blush, especially as his stray thoughts from earlier are confirmed. "I'll take that as a yes, then. It's quite healthy, nothing to be ashamed of."

"Uh, sure. They told us that in sex ed in school anyway. I don't really know what difference it makes though."

"Well, you can never hope to have a successful sexual encounter if you don't first know what you enjoy. It's important to communicate with your partner about your preferences. That's-- part of why I brought you the videos. I thought you might want to see what appeals to you the most." Ignis pulls out the folder of papers and grabs a pen and notebook, in case he needs to take notes, though he's still not quite certain how this is going to go. "What do you think about when you masturbate?"

He wasn't sure it was possible for Noctis's face to get any redder -- he doesn't have the same fair complexion that his friend Prompto does, after all -- but somehow it does. "I dunno. Nothing much I guess, just -- it just feels good."

"That's fine," he says reassuringly. "Were there any parts of the videos that you particularly liked? There are no wrong answers, here."

Noctis stares down at his knees. ". . . I liked the kissing. And when they were-- making out, I guess? When they still had their clothes on."

"Do you find that you prefer women? Or men?" It's a bit of a loaded question, when they both know that Noctis is going to be tasked with producing an heir at some point. If he has no interest in women it could cause some problems later, but Ignis is fairly certain he's seen Noctis ogling female celebrities in movies, so he doesn't think that's the case.

"Uh, both? I think?" He glances up at Ignis, then down again. "There were things I liked in all of the videos. And--"

"And?"

"And some things that I didn't really get." Ahh, finally, Ignis has reached the point they've been headed towards: finding out what Noctis actually wants to know.

"I'm not surprised," he says. "I'm sure your class didn't cover all of the different sex acts. Please, tell me what you found confusing and perhaps I can explain."

"Well-- Okay, first of all, all of the guys in the videos had really big--" Noctis makes a vague, somewhat lewd gesture that gets his point across quite clearly. "Like way bigger than me, but I thought in school they said that the range of normal sizes was smaller."

"Ah, yes, of course. I should have mentioned in my notes, but the physiques of porn stars aren't exactly reflective of most people. The men they hire are hired specifically for their large penises, as the women I'm sure you noticed have particularly large breasts. Pornography is frequently not reflective of real life."

"Well if it's not reflective of real life, then why did you give it to me? Instead of . . . "

Noctis has a point, but Ignis doesn't think they need to go there yet. "While there are many unrealistic aspects of it, it does do a good job of illustrating various positions and anatomy features. I'm sure you noticed some differences between the content of the videos and the handouts I gave you."

"Yeah, like you gave me five pages about consent and then in the video the woman just starts stripping down in front of the electrician?"

Ignis clears his throat. "For example."

"Okay then, let's go back to the kissing. Is that part realistic? It looks really-- nice, but then, there's lots of tongue, and saliva, and isn't it kind of gross? And how do you do it anyway? The one time I tried, it was good, but it was also a lot of like, noses and teeth and stuff. How do you breathe?"

It's not exactly something easy to explain. Ignis's first real kiss had been with one of the other Crownsguard recruits, and it had definitely been awkward to start. He didn't really get the hang of it until they'd been stealing moments to make out in empty conference rooms for at least a couple of weeks. "I'm afraid that's something that's rather easier to demonstrate than to describe," he says, a little hesitantly.

"So kiss me," Noctis says, the blue of his eyes standing out against the pink of his cheeks. "It wouldn't be my first." It's not horribly inappropriate if it's for educational purposes, is it? Ignis can't help his gaze traveling down to Noctis's mouth, his lips plump and inviting.

Ignis takes a breath. It's just a kiss. "Very well," he says, "but you must tell me if you want to stop." He puts his hand on Noctis's face, tilting his head for a better angle, then leans in and presses their lips together. He starts slowly, mouth closed, gentle pressure against Noctis's lips which are every bit as soft as they look. Pulling back, he opens his eyes to check in on Noctis. Noctis's eyes are still closed, and his lips are slightly parted as he leans forward for more. Ignis presses in again, slotting his mouth against Noctis's, lips parted but still no tongue.

When he pulls back again, he tells Noctis, "Try to make your lips a little firmer. I'm going to use tongue this time, alright?"

"Yeah," Noctis breathes, "alright," and when Ignis kisses him again it's a little bit better, Noctis's mouth a little less slack, and when his tongue slides into Noctis's mouth, Noctis meets him there.

It turns out that Noctis is a very quick learner, and after a while, Ignis realizes with a start that he's forgotten all about what he's supposed to be teaching and is just kissing Noctis for the pleasure of it. He pulls away, opening his eyes to see that Noctis is breathing hard, lips wet and pink, eyes dilated. Sitting back to put some space between them, Ignis says, "How was that?"

"Great," Noctis says, then blinks and says, "I mean, I think I'm starting to get the idea."

"Why don't we leave it here for tonight, then," Ignis says, suddenly feeling like he needs some space. "I've got meetings tomorrow, but I can come by again Wednesday. I'd like you to write down all of the things you had questions about. If there are specific scenes in the videos that are relevant, write down the time stamps so we can review them." He stands up and starts packing up his things, trying not to move too quickly.

"Okay," Noctis says. Ignis already has his hand on the door when Noctis says, "Hey, Ignis?"

"Yes, Your Highness?"

"Uhm, thanks. I know this isn't really-- this shouldn't really be part of your job."

"Noctis," Ignis says sincerely, "you are my job."

From: (Anonymous)

*gleeful whisper * oh my god... this is amazing... @v@

From: (Anonymous)

yessss I love how this is developing (and all the flustered Ignis). /o/ These updates brighten my day!

From: (Anonymous)

A/N sorry for the delay in updating, I've got two other fics I'm working on at the moment, though somehow I'm making the most progress on this one even though it's kind of meandering all over the place.

***

Ignis studiously does not think about his lesson plan for Noctis during his meetings. He doesn't think about it during dinner Tuesday night, and he definitely doesn't think about it when he's getting ready for bed.

He doesn't think about it Wednesday morning, when he wakes up with the fleeting memory of Noctis's lips on his own and an achingly hard cock.

He doesn't think about it as he goes about his day, organizing reports and taking notes in council sessions.

He doesn't think about it until he's in the car on his way to Noctis's apartment, when he realizes that perhaps it wasn't the brightest idea to plan to watch pornography with Noctis.

As he stands in Noctis's kitchen, preparing dinner while waiting for him to come home, he has a minor crisis about what he's doing here. It's his job to advise the prince. It's his job to answer Noctis's questions, and it's his job to make sure Noctis knows and experiences everything he needs to to be a successful king. But does that extend as far as he's taking it?

His dithering is cut short by Noctis himself arriving home, tossing his bookbag on the couch, and sprawling out at the table. "I'm starving," Noctis groans, and it's so normal that Ignis can't help smiling.

"Dinner will be ready in a few minutes. Why don't you go wash up?"

"Yeah, yeah," Noctis grumbles, hauling himself up from the table. Ignis focuses on draining pasta and finishing up the sauce he's been working on, and by the time Noctis comes out of the bathroom he's gotten their places set and their dinner served.

Ignis asks about his day as they dine, and Noctis provides his usual noncommittal answers. He's briefly animated describing Prompto's latest photography project, but that's also per his usual. It's comforting to know that their kiss the other night hasn't changed things, so perhaps tonight's lesson will go smoothly.

After dinner, when the dishes have been washed, Noctis sets a piece of paper on the table. It's got a bunch of nearly illegible scribbles on it, timestamps and questions, and Ignis takes a moment to be pleased that Noctis followed his instructions, though he's still a bit anxious about what's to come.

"Thank you for preparing in advance," Ignis says, taking the paper. "Would you like to start from the beginning of your list, or did you have anything else you'd like to discuss first?"

Noctis blushes a little, then sits down on the sofa. "Start at the beginning, I guess. The uh, the DVD is already in there."

"Very well." Ignis turns on the TV and rewinds to the timestamp given, next to which Noctis has written, "Does it really just fit like that?"

He presses play, and the video starts with a very well-endowed man laying back as a woman climbs over him and sinks onto his cock, moaning loudly. Noctis makes a face and grabs for the remote, turning the volume down. The man thrusts up into the woman hard, but she shows no signs of discomfort. Ignis pauses the video. "I understand from your notes you're curious if the vagina is really able to take such a large-- erm, penis, without discomfort."

"Yeah," Noctis says, drawing his knees up and circling his arms around them. "It looked really big, but she just sat on it? Can women really do that?"

"Well it rather depends. If a woman is sufficiently aroused, and has had previous sexual experience, then yes. However, if she hasn't had penetrative sex in a while, is a virgin, or isn't properly lubricated, then there would need to be a bit more preparation."

"Properly lubricated? I thought we learned in class that women have uh, secretions."

"That depends as well," Ignis says, glad that this seems to be going well so far. "Vaginas produce their own lubrication, but the amount is dependent on the state of arousal and also varies woman to woman."

"How do you know all this stuff?" Noctis asks, looking at him sideways.

Ignis clears his throat. "I do have some experience in the matter," he says. "But I've also done quite a bit of reading. Did you have more questions about this part, or shall we move on?"

"Uh, yeah, go ahead."

The next few questions go smoothly as well, with thankfully only a few seconds of the video necessary to frame their discussion on each one. Then Ignis changes out the DVD of male/female couples for the DVD of female/female couples, and when he presses play, he tries not to notice Noctis squirming uncomfortably. The women in the video are letting out particularly high-pitched squeals, and Ignis glances down at Noctis's notes before pausing.

"People don't really make noises like that in real life, do they?" Noctis asks, flushed.

Ignis pushes his glasses up his nose. "Honestly I'm not entirely sure. I've never heard those particular sounds outside of pornography, and I suspect in this case they're effected with the intent to titillate male viewers. That said, some people are certainly noisier than others in bed."

"Why?"

"There's a certain level of involuntary sound," Ignis says slowly, thinking through his answer. "However, some people play up their enjoyment for their partner's benefit."

Noctis stares down at his knees for a moment, then without looking at Ignis, asks, "Are you noisy in bed?"

Ignis freezes, then clears his throat. "I hardly think that's relevant."

"Guess that's a yes, then," Noctis says with a slight grin, always just cheeky enough to get Ignis to roll his eyes. "Bet your partners like it."

"I have yet to leave a partner unsatisfied, but I really feel that's beside the point." So maybe Ignis is a little noisy in bed, and maybe he does play it up for his partners, but there's no reason Noctis needs to know about that. He carefully doesn't think about whether or not Noctis is noisy in bed, though based on his question, it sounds like when he's jerking off he's probably pretty quiet, gasping his pleasure rather than moaning it. "Let's move on, shall we?"

He switches out the DVD again, this time for the male/male couples, and fast forwards to the scene Noctis has marked. One man is riding the other, face to face, leaning back with his hands on his partner's thighs. His heavy cock is bouncing against his belly with each thrust, and he's moaning loudly as his body tightens up and he hits his climax without even a hand on his cock.

It's actually one of Ignis's favorite scenes on this DVD, and he can't help but get turned on by it. Noctis is too, if the way he's shifting in his seat and adjusting his legs is anything to go by, but Ignis isn't going to think about that. He pauses the DVD and looks at Noctis's notes, but he can't read his writing.

"I'm afraid you'll have to tell me what your question was here, I can't make out what you've written."

"Oh," Noctis says, swallowing as his voice cracks. "Um. These guys, they seem to really like-- taking it up the ass. And the women did too, in the other video. But it doesn't seem like it would be that good? I mean, for one thing, their assholes are probably pretty dirty, right? And it's not like a-- like a vagina. It's tighter and not wet, right? I tried--"

He falls silent, blushing harder, and Ignis waits for a long second before encouraging him to continue. "You tried?"

"I tried putting my finger in, after I watched that, but it was-- it wasn't-- I don't get it," Noctis finally finishes.

Ignis does not think about Noctis watching this video and touching himself, sliding a dry finger into his own heretofore untouched ass, maybe even right here on the couch where they're sitting. He doesn't think about it at all. "There are a number of preparatory steps that the videos skip over entirely," he says, schooling his voice to formality though his cock is half hard in his slacks. "I'm sure I can find you some materials on the process if you'd like."

"Ignis," Noctis says, then waits until Ignis meets his eyes. "Have you done it before? Does it actually feel good?"

He can't maintain eye contact, not with such a direct question. "Yes, I have, and yes, it does, when done properly, though some people don't care for it." There are a few more scenes marked on Noctis's list, but Ignis isn't sure he can handle any more personal questions, not when he's trying to get rid of a growing erection that's going to become noticable any minute. "It's gotten quite late. We'll have to save the rest of your questions for another day."

"Okay," Noctis says, as Ignis gets up. Noctis doesn't move to turn off the TV, instead leaving it paused on a close-up view of a splatter of semen across an attractive man's belly, and Ignis gets the distinct impression that when he's gone Noctis is going to press play. "Tomorrow?"

He hesitates, but he doesn't actually have anything on his calendar, so he has no excuses. "Tomorrow. Goodnight, Your Highness."

He makes it all the way to his car, all the way back home, into his apartment with the door shut behind him, before he breaks down and shoves his hand inside his pants. The wall he's tried to put up in his mind breaks down, and all he can think about is Noctis, his face curious and aroused as he watches the videos. He thinks about the way Noctis saw something he didn't understand and immediately wanted to try it himself, just because it looked like someone else was enjoying it. He thinks about the fact that nobody has ever touched Noctis like that, that nobody has ever brought him sexual pleasure, and he thinks about Noctis asking him, hesitantly, awkwardly, to teach him.

Ignis comes into his hand with a low, broken moan, making a mess of the underwear and slacks he didn't quite manage to take off. He sinks down to the floor and lets his head thump back against the door. It's quite possible he's going to make a mess of everything.

From: (Anonymous)

*grins gleefully*

omg noisy Ignis would be delicious! And I love Noctis being a bit cheeky, as well as confused and awkward. There's so much to enjoy in their interactions. <3

From: (Anonymous)

This continues to be amazing! It's so awkward and yet also hot. Ignis is doomed XD

From: (Anonymous)

op again - i super super love ur fill a!a, i've been checking it every day for updates! You've characterized Ignis exactly how i imagined well done

From: (Anonymous)

a!a here, thanks! Glad you're enjoying it! I got caught up with a couple other things I had to do the last couple days but I'll be working on this more tonight. :D

From: (Anonymous)

A/N good lord I can't believe how long this fic is getting. There's probably a good amount still to come too, though I honestly have not yet decided what the ending will be (my thought process was "and then they have sex! and I guess the end?"). Anyway, thanks for the comments on the last section, and I hope you enjoy! The next update may have to wait until next week since I'll be out of town for a couple days, we'll see.

***

The next night, Ignis spends ten minutes sitting in his car in the garage of Noctis's building, practicing deep breathing exercises. He think they may be reaching the limit of what he can teach without having to ask Noctis to practice by role-playing scenarios with him, and given his lack of composure the previous evening he's not sure whether he'll be able to handle that without behaving inappropriately.

It wouldn't do for the Crown Prince of Lucis to be a disappointment to his future spouse, he reminds himself, or to appear flustered by sexual advances, or to appear to be making unwanted advances on anyone else. Noctis had a good reason for asking him about sex, and there's a good reason for him to continue with this. He takes one more deep breath before heading inside.

It's late, thanks to a series of meetings Ignis had at the Citadel, so when he enters the apartment Noctis has already eaten, as evidenced by the empty cup noodles container on his table. Noctis is lying sprawled on the couch in a T-shirt and sweats, playing with his phone, but he sits up quickly when he hears Ignis come in. That on its own is a sign that Noctis has been either looking forward to or dreading his arrival, as Ignis has learned from years of observing his behavior.

"Apologies for my delay," he says as he clears the remains of Noctis's dinner. "I'm afraid there was a bit of a dust-up about the funding for the public library."

"That's okay," Noctis says. "Did it get sorted out?"

"Not entirely, but the Council will find the funds somewhere." When he's finished cleaning up, Ignis joins Noctis on the sofa, then hesitates. Luckily, Noctis is better prepared than he is.

"I uh, I put in the DVD that has those last couple scenes on it, if you wanted to . . . talk about them."

"Yes, thank you, of course," Ignis replies smoothly, turning on the TV. Noctis hands him his sheet of notes, and Ignis notes that the video is already at the first timestamp. He presses play, and the scene transitions from two men and two women having sex on a sofa as separate couples through a fade to black into a scene of double penetration with the second woman kissing the first woman. He presses pause and looks at Noctis expectantly, ignoring the heat that threatens to build in his cheeks.

"How did they coordinate that? Like, how did they even get into that position? They didn't talk about it or anything. Did they plan it in advance?"

Ignis makes a face. "I'm afraid that group sex is something I don't have personal experience with. I suspect that there's quite a bit of awkwardness around getting into the necessary position which was cut out of the video because it's not particularly exciting to watch. From what I understand, group sex is far more common in pornography than in real life."

"Oh," Noctis says, and he looks a little disappointed. Whether he's disappointed by Ignis's lack of knowledge or by the fact that group sex is not as common as he may have thought is a question Ignis is not going to ask.

"Shall we move on?"

"Yeah, sure."

Ignis fast forwards to the last timestamp on Noctis's list and presses play. It's the final scene of a gangbang sequence, in which several men are circled around a woman and ejaculating on her. There's quite a lot of vocalizing from the men, which is something that always gets under Ignis's skin. He hits the pause button perhaps too quickly, but Noctis is a bit flushed beside him.

"Why do people like that?" Noctis asks simply.

"Do you mean, as opposed to finishing inside her?"

"Uh. Yeah."

"You'll find that there are quite a lot of things that some people take sexual pleasure in that other people find unappealing, or even outright disturbing. However, it's fairly common for men to enjoy the way it looks to see their own semen on their partner. They why of it is something better left to psychologists to study, I suspect." He studies Noctis. "If it's not something that appeals to you, you certainly don't ever have to do it."

"I didn't say . . . I mean, I don't know." Noctis looks down at his hands, and Ignis decides this is probably a good segue into the discussion of consent and communication he wanted to have.

"Did you read the papers I left on consent?" he asks, and Noctis nods. "There's more to it than just asking if someone wants to have sex with you. You need to be sure at every step of the way that you're doing something your partner likes, and you need to be able to say no if they're doing something you don't like."

"That's probably easier said than done, isn't it? How do you even know if they like what you're doing?"

"Well, you can ask."

"Seems like it would be weird, interrupting all the time to ask if things are okay."

Ignis takes a deep breath. "Would you like to practice?"

That gets Noctis's attention immediately. His head snaps up, wide eyes meeting Ignis's, and he licks his lips a little nervously. "Practice?"

"Practice asking for confirmation that your partner is enjoying themself, and practice saying no when you need to."

"With you?"

"With me. If you don't want to that's quite alright, this is entirely for your benefit to help you be more comfortable." Ignis can't quite read Noctis's expression, which is making him a little nervous himself.

"O-- Okay. Um." Noctis scoots across the sofa until he's on his knees next to Ignis. "Can I touch you?" he asks.

"Yes, that would be fine," Ignis replies. Noctis puts one hand on Ignis's shoulder, and the other on the side of his face, then leans in, and before he can say anything, Noctis is kissing him. It's much like the first time they'd kissed, soft and gentle, lips slightly parted.

Noctis pulls back and asks, "Was that okay?"

"Yes, but you might have asked first." Actually, Ignis is a little surprised. He'd expected Noctis to practice asking him questions, not practice actually doing anything, but he decides to go with it. After all, this will be more educational than just pretending.

"Oh, sorry. Can I kiss you again?"

"Alright," Ignis replies, and Noctis is there in an instant, teasing his mouth open and sliding in his tongue. He lets Noctis kiss him for a while, still a little clumsy but sweet and enthusiastic, until it's been long enough that Noctis has clearly gotten sidetracked from what he's supposed to be doing. He pulls back for a breath, and Noctis moves to kiss the side of his jaw, then his neck. "Noctis."

"Mm?"

"Noctis, stop."

Noctis stops immediately and sits back, his face flushed in a combination of embarrassment and arousal. "Sorry, I forgot-- I forgot to ask--"

"You did a good job of stopping when I told you to," Ignis says to reassure him. He should probably end their lesson here. He should probably not be letting Noctis kiss him. He should probably not be doing any of this. But it would be a comfort to know that Noctis understands this, that Noctis will say no when he needs to, that Noctis will stop when his partner tells him no. "Would you like to practice the reverse?"

"The reverse?"

"Yes, I'll ask you for consent, and you tell me yes or no."

"Yeah," Noctis agrees readily.

"May I kiss you?" Ignis asks, and Noctis nods. "Out loud, if you please."

"Yes," he says. "Yeah, yes, you can kiss me."

Ignis leans in and kisses him again, telling himself that this time he's not going to let himself get distracted from the lesson at hand. "May I touch you?" he asks when he pulls away.

"Yeah, go ahead," Noctis breathes, so Ignis cups his face and pulls him in for another kiss, putting his other hand on Noctis's knee. Noctis tenses slightly under his touch, then relaxes, so Ignis moves on, kissing Noctis's cheek, then the corner of his jaw, just under his ear.

"Is this okay?" he asks, lips hovering over Noctis's neck.

"It's great," Noctis replies, and Ignis continues to kiss down his throat.

It's probably time to push him to say no, Ignis thinks, so he slides his hand up Noctis's thigh from his knee, feeling muscles tighten under his fingers. "Is this okay?" he asks again, pulling away to look at Noctis's face.

"Yeah," Noctis says, "that's fine." He looks like he means it, so Ignis figures he'll have to push a little further. Noctis is kissing him again before he can say anything, so he slides his other hand underneath Noctis's T-shirt.

"Okay?" he asks again, waiting for a no, but Noctis just whispers, "Yeah," against his lips. This is getting-- it's getting out of hand, he shouldn't be making out with his prince, his prince who is still in high school for gods' sake. But Noctis is clearly telling him yes at every step of the way.

He slides his hand up from Noctis's thigh until it's between his legs, and he can feel the hot shape of Noctis's erection under his fingers; it sends a rush of arousal through him, knowing that Noctis is turned on by this, knowing that nobody has ever touched him like this before. He doesn't even have to ask this time before Noctis is saying, "Yeah, yes, yes."

Ignis freezes. "Noct," he says, as Noctis kisses the underside of his jaw, "you were supposed to say no."

Noctis pulls back and looks at him. His cheeks are flushed, his lips wet and pink, and his eyes are intense, that particular sort of commanding intensity Noctis possesses that shows up at the oddest moments. "I thought I was supposed to say no if I wanted you to stop. I don't want you to stop."

"Perhaps you should." Ignis's hand is still between Noctis's legs, his other hand under Noctis's shirt. He should take his hands away. He should take himself away, out of this situation, and he should definitely not be moving his hand to press more firmly against Noctis's cock.

"Ignis," Noctis breathes, "I wanted to know what this is like. I wanted you to show me. So show me."

There's a brief moment when Ignis has one last chance to stop this. There's an even briefer moment when he considers it. Instead, he kisses Noctis again, and Noctis melts back against the sofa, spreading his legs so Ignis can rest his own knee between them. Ignis strokes Noctis through his sweatpants as Noctis clutches at his upper arms, likely unsure of where to put his hands. He doesn't mind Noctis grabbing him, since he's only holding on and not restricting his movements. Ignis moves his other hand under Noctis's shirt to the front of his belly, just at the edge of his waistband.

"May I take these off?" he asks, and Noctis doesn't answer, only lifts his hips and shoves his sweats down to his thighs. He's not wearing anything underneath, having probably put them on with the intent of going to sleep in them later. Ignis tries not to salivate. This isn't about him, it's not about what he wants, it's about Noctis. Noctis, who's moved his hands to Ignis's face and is pulling him down to kiss him again, eagerly and ardently. Ignis closes his hand around Noctis's cock and smiles as Noctis suddenly pulls back from the kiss, gasping at the sensation of having another's hand on him for the first time. There's something about this that appeals to a base instinct inside of him, the idea that by claiming this first from Noctis, he'll own a part of him, something that can never be given to anyone else.

"Is this okay?" he makes himself ask, and Noctis gasps, "Yes, yes, that feels-- feels good--" Ignis strokes him slowly, getting a feel for the size and shape of him, watching intently for Noctis's reactions. Everything seems like it's good for Noctis, as he breathes harshly, forehead pressed against Ignis's own, his thighs beginning to tremble.

He speeds up his hand, and it's hardly any time at all before Noctis is making small, frantic sounds as his body shakes through his climax. The heady rush of knowing he's brought Noctis pleasure goes straight to his own cock, unattended and aching in his slacks. Noctis kisses him again, and it takes everything Ignis has to let it be soft and sweet the way Noctis needs. Ignis draws away and fumbles for some tissues to clean up, while Noctis sinks back into the sofa and tries to catch his breath.

When he's done, and Noctis's pants are back on, he tries to force his brain out of its haze of arousal and back to his responsibilities. "Did that feel good?" he asks, standing by the couch, and Noctis laughs.

"Yeah," he says. "Yeah, Iggy, that felt really good. Uh, thanks."

"My pleasure," Ignis says, a little too honestly. He lets himself ruffle Noctis's hair fondly. "But do remember that you need to learn to say no."

Noctis looks up at him and says, "I think I'll need more practice."

Ignis doesn't make it all the way home, that night. Instead, he jerks off in his car in the empty garage, hoping that there aren't any surveillance cameras watching him, and comes faster and harder than he has in a long time.

From: (Anonymous)

oooooh my god this is so incredibly hot @v@

get it, ignis! >D

From: (Anonymous)

mmmm that was HOT! /fans myself and takes a long sip of cold water

haha poor Iggy though, still so frustrated. Though it looks like Noct is already forward-thinking and would be happy to give Ignis a hand while getting more practice. :9
I'm definitely looking forward to seeing where things lead next.

From: (Anonymous)

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!

***

"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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"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.

From: (Anonymous)

I love how eager Ignis is, but pretending not to be XD

From: (Anonymous)

yessssss love Ignis just getting on his knees like that for Noctis, so HOT. Love awkward eager Noct too haha. They are so cute together...

From: (Anonymous)

Goddamn this is so hot and wonderful <3 I adore the both of these dorks carrying on with the lesson pretence, evening after evening – Ignis' careful lesson plans that somehow always get derailed, Noct's leading questions, them just looking at each other and deciding yeah let's just go with the sex. So, so, so good <3 I absolutely cannot wait for more.

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