Prompt Post Round Five
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FILL (4/?) Re: ignoct, virginity kink
Date: 2017-09-30 02:54 am (UTC)***
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.
Re: FILL (4/?) Re: ignoct, virginity kink
Date: 2017-09-30 03:24 am (UTC)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
Re: FILL (4/?) Re: ignoct, virginity kink
Date: 2017-09-30 03:33 am (UTC)Re: FILL (4/?) Re: ignoct, virginity kink
Date: 2017-10-03 06:17 pm (UTC)Re: FILL (4/?) Re: ignoct, virginity kink
Date: 2017-10-03 10:38 pm (UTC)FILL (5/?) Re: ignoct, virginity kink
Date: 2017-10-04 02:04 am (UTC)***
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.
Re: FILL (5/?) Re: ignoct, virginity kink
Date: 2017-10-04 03:06 am (UTC)get it, ignis! >D
Re: FILL (5/?) Re: ignoct, virginity kink
Date: 2017-10-04 08:34 am (UTC)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.
FILL (6A/?) Re: ignoct, virginity kink
Date: 2017-10-13 01:50 am (UTC)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.
FILL (6B/?) Re: ignoct, virginity kink
Date: 2017-10-13 01:51 am (UTC)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.
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Date: 2017-10-19 01:45 am (UTC)Thanks to all who have been commenting! I read and appreciate every comment!
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The point of the javelin digs into the floor of the training hall as Ignis vaults up and over it, yanking it out as he comes down the other side and spinning it into a violent jab at his imaginary opponent. The javelin holds steady for a moment, then his arm begins to tremble and he loses the follow-through. Wiping sweat from his brow, Ignis sighs and sets the spear back on the rack.
"Looking pretty good," Gladio says from the doorway. Ignis hadn't even noticed him come in. "Careful not to overextend your reach, that's what gave you trouble at the end."
"Thank you," he says, "I'll be sure to take that into consideration next time."
"If you ever want to train together, just let me know," Gladio says with a shrug, falling into step next to him as he heads for the locker room. "Might be good for us to know how to fight together."
It's actually a rather good idea, though Ignis isn't really in the right frame of mind for that right now. "Yes, we ought to. If you send me your availability I'll fit something into my calendar."
Gladio nods, and follows him into the locker room. Ignis peels his sweat-soaked tank off, taking off his glasses to wipe his face, then tosses it on the bench as he gets his bag out. "Was there something you wanted to discuss?" he asks, when he realizes Gladio is just leaning back against the lockers and watching him.
"What's up with Noct?" Gladio asks, and Ignis's heart skips a beat.
"What do you mean?"
"He's been way more relaxed in training the past few sessions. Loosened up. Don't get me wrong, that's good, but I thought maybe . . . "
Ignis turns his back to Gladio as he rummages in his bag for a towel and clean clothes, to give himself an opportunity to ensure his face is schooled into impassive curiosity. "You thought maybe what?"
"Nothing, just-- Him and Prompto, you know, they've gotten awfully close. I know you had that talk with him back when he started high school, about . . . inappropriate relationships. It might be time for a refresher."
Ignis sighs in relief as he bundles up the towel and clean clothes and walks into a shower stall. Luckily Gladio doesn't follow him in, stopping just outside the curtain. "He's not in a relationship with Prompto, if that's what you're suggesting."
"You sure?"
"Yes, I'm quite certain. I've discussed the matter with him. He's well aware of what's acceptable and what's not, given his position." Ignis steps out of his sweats and underwear and turns on the shower, and for a few moments, as he lets the hot water cascade over his hair and face, he thinks perhaps Gladio has left.
He's surprised when he hears from outside the curtain, "Okay," then a slight shuffling of feet. "Keep an eye out, would you? I don't want him to get himself into trouble."
"Of course," Ignis replies, and listens closely to the receding footsteps and the click of the door shutting before finishing his shower.
Being more comfortable and confident was the goal of this exercise. If that's what he's accomplishing, then he's doing something right. Isn't he? As he towels off his hair, Ignis frowns. Noctis isn't in a relationship with Prompto. But what exactly is he doing with Ignis?
***
FILL (7B/?) Re: ignoct, virginity kink
Date: 2017-10-19 01:46 am (UTC)It's three days before he makes it over to Noctis's apartment again. He's pleased to find that the place doesn't have any of the usual mess. Noctis really has been doing better, for a good while now. He's becoming a man, slowly but surely, a man who Ignis expects will some day make an excellent king.
Ignis has dinner in the oven and is sitting at the table going over his reports when Noctis arrives. They haven't really spoken since their last encounter, only exchanged a few brief texts about Noctis's schedule. This morning Noctis had texted to ask if Ignis would be coming by, and sent a smiley face emoji when he'd confirmed it. A small gesture, perhaps, but one that set Ignis at ease that things haven't changed between them.
"Smells good," Noctis says, smiling as he sets down his bag. He tosses his tie haphazardly at the coat rack and starts pulling out his homework.
"Lasagna. It should be done in about fifteen minutes."
"What are you working on?" Noctis asks as he sets his books and papers on the table.
"A report from Drautos on the latest engagement with Niflheim. The Western section of the wall took quite a beating, I understand, but the Kingsglaive were able to fend off the attackers."
"War hero Nyx Ulric again?"
"Yes, his name is mentioned both in a commendation and in disciplinary action."
There's quiet for a while, Noctis working on homework and Ignis flipping through reports, until the timer for the lasagna goes off. They make small talk over dinner, then Ignis says, "Gladio came to see me the other day."
"Mm?" Noctis raises his eyebrows, mouth full of food.
"He was concerned that you and Prompto might be . . . intimately involved."
Noctis chokes, then grabs his water and takes a long drink. "Specs, you know we're not."
"I know," Ignis says, looking down at his plate as he cuts another bite. "But the fact that he's asking means that there's something that made him wonder."
"I haven't said anything. About Prompto, or about-- this." Noctis gestures vaguely with his fork.
"I'm sure you haven't. Just . . . be careful, please. I'm your advisor, Noctis. I'm supposed to teach you what you need to know. Still, these past weeks, I've--" He hesitates, not sure how to continue, trying to express the complicated mess of thoughts in his head. "I've been trying very hard not to cross the line of impropriety, but I'm afraid I haven't succeeded."
"Is that why you won't--" Ignis glances up at him sharply, and Noctis stops mid-sentence. "I'll be careful."
"Thank you." They finish their meal, and Ignis cleans up and packages the leftovers in the fridge while Noctis finishes his homework. When he's done, he looks up from his work to find Noctis looking at him thoughtfully. "Yes?" he asks, when it's obvious that Noctis has something to say.
"Whatever Gladio said," he begins slowly, "are you going to stop teaching me because of it?"
It's a good question, one Ignis has considered himself. He'd hesitated when planning the evening -- considered cancelling entirely and telling Noctis they were done with his expanded sex education -- but he'd ended up doing exactly what his better instincts told him not to. "No," he replies, "but we've almost finished covering everything. And when we have, you know of course that this will stop."
"Yeah, I know," Noctis says, but he's frowning. "Did you have something in particular planned for tonight?"
Ignis comes around to the living room and brings over one of the bags he brought with him. Noctis follows him to the couch expectantly, and Ignis pulls out of his bag a box of condoms and a bunch of bananas.
"Seriously?" Noctis asks, shooting Ignis a skeptical look.
"I know you're going to be expected to produce an heir," Ignis says, "but unless you're planning to keep your wife pregnant constantly, you ought to learn to use a condom." He breaks a banana off of the bunch and hands it to Noctis, along with a foil-wrapped condom, then gets another banana and condom for himself. He opens the packet and pulls out the condom, holding it up to demonstrate. "First you'll need to figure out which side is the top. It will only roll down one direction."
Noctis pulls out his own condom, and Ignis finds his body heating up just at the sight of the condom in Noctis's hand. He tamps it down, and proceeds with his demonstration. "Pinch the tip. You need to leave room for--"
"Yeah, they told us this in school," Noctis says, blushing a little.
"Alright then." Ignis turns the banana bottom up, and places the condom on it, rolling it down smoothly. "You'll want to be sure to roll it down all the way to the base." He watches as Noctis repeats the motions.
"It's not like this is that hard," Noctis says, tracing his fingers over the bottom edge of the condom. "It pretty thick though, doesn't it . . . make you feel less?"
"Well, yes, sex does feel different with a condom versus without, but that can be a good thing. Aside from the obvious benefit of preventing pregnancy and transmission of infections, some people prefer the feeling of latex, and some people find that it helps them avoid premature ejaculation."
"Is that something I should be worried about?" Noctis asks, avoiding Ignis's gaze.
"Perhaps," he replies, considering. "When having sex for the first time, some men can't hold themselves back. Others find that their nerves make it impossible to reach orgasm."
"Well, we kind of-- I mean, it wouldn't really be the first time, would it." Noctis looks at him a little shyly as he pulls the condom off the banana and opens another to repeat the procedure. "Did I . . . did I come too soon? Last time?"
Ignis is struck by the desire to push Noctis into the couch and ravish him. Knowing that he's been the one to introduce Noctis to these firsts, to touch him, to pleasure him -- it makes him feel warm all over. "You were fine," he says reassuringly. "I can't predict how you'll react to penetration, though, and I assume that's where your wedding night will end up."
Noctis sighs. "I don't know what my wedding night will be like. What do I even do? Do we talk when we're in the bedroom? What do I say?"
"Would you like--" Ignis begins, then cuts himself off before taking a step too far.
"Yeah?" Noctis asks eagerly.
It's another line he shouldn't cross. It's another line he leaps over with both feet. "Would you like to roleplay your wedding night?"
"Y-- Yeah, that might-- that might be good." Noctis puts down the banana, but takes one of the condoms and slides it into his pocket. Ignis tries not to think about what Noctis is expecting. He tries not to think about whether he's expecting the same thing. What else could he possibly have meant with that offer, though? Ignis has always been a man who thinks through his words carefully before saying them, who considers all the ramifications and only speaks when he's prepared to act accordingly. But somehow all of that goes out the window when he's confronted with the prospect of having Noctis's supple body under his hands, of watching Noctis come apart with pleasure.
Noctis stands up. "Come to bed?" he asks, holding out his hand. Ignis swallows, then takes it and lets Noctis lead him to the bedroom.
FILL (7C/?) Re: ignoct, virginity kink
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.
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Date: 2017-10-19 01:51 am (UTC)It's too much, too fast, and Ignis grabs at Noctis's arms and hastily says, "Slow down, slow down."
"Sorry," Noctis says, stopping immediately. "Ignis, you feel so-- so good, I'm sorry, did I hurt you? Are you okay?"
Ignis takes a deep breath, then leans up to kiss him. "I'm okay," he says, "just give me a minute. You're doing fine." Noctis's arms are trembling under his fingers with the strain of holding still. Ignis kisses him again, starting slowly but building until pleasure overtakes him. "You can move," he says, pulling back from the kiss, "slowly." Noctis nods, then pushes a little at a time, his cock sliding in inch by inch.
When he's fully seated, he lowers himself to his elbows, mouthing at Ignis's neck as his hips start to move in tentative, shallow thrusts. "That's good," Ignis murmurs into Noctis's hair, his hands sliding around Noctis's back. "You're doing well, that's good, you're so good." It's starting to turn into nonsense, but the way Noctis is trembling, the way Ignis's cock is brushing against Noctis's abdomen, the way he feels so perfectly split open all conspire to rob him of his reason.
Noctis pulls out further before sliding back in, and both of them moan. He keeps it up, slow and even strokes, letting Ignis feel the full length of his cock. Ignis isn't sure what he expected from Noctis, but it was something faster, more uneven, more awkward. It definitely wasn't this delicious slow build of tension. It wasn't Noctis's lips brushing his own, open-mouthed and soft. It wasn't Noctis's hand moving down his side to cup his ass and hitch him up higher. It wasn't the quiet sounds that Noctis is making, sounds which are starting to escalate.
Ignis slides a hand between them to close around his own cock, spreading the precum he's been dripping over the head and stroking himself. Noctis glances down at what he's doing and makes another choked sound, speeding up his thrusts as he watches Ignis's hand. The intensity of Noctis's gaze sends heat coiling through him, and he can't stop his loud breathing from turning into a louder whine as he twists his hand, jerking himself faster.
"Fuck, Ignis, are you going to-- are you--"
Ignis can't speak, he can only gasp for breath as his climax approaches, then hits him so hard he sees stars. Noctis is cursing again, his strokes getting faster and harder, and before Ignis can clear the haze of pleasure, Noctis captures his lips again, moaning his own climax into Ignis's mouth as their hips slam together.
Noctis collapses on top of him, and for a moment, Ignis can't find it in him to do anything other than pet his hair, fingers sliding through the sweaty strands. When he realizes Noctis isn't moving any time soon, he murmurs, "You need to pull out and tie off the condom before it falls off."
Noctis moves, slowly, kissing Ignis's neck, his jaw, his lips on his way up. He shivers when Noctis pulls out, then shows him how to tie a knot in the condom before throwing it away. Ignis cleans himself up, passes some tissues to Noctis, then lays back as Noctis curls up next to him in bed.
There's a soft press of lips on his shoulder, then Noctis murmurs, "Did I do okay?"
Ignis smiles. "You were perfect." He lets himself have this moment, the satisfaction of knowing that no matter who Noctis ends up marrying, Ignis will always have this piece of him.
Later, when Noctis falls asleep, Ignis will take his leave and make his way back to his apartment. He'll fall into his own bed, mind awash with memories of this encounter. Later, he'll be ashamed of himself. But for now this is enough, and Ignis allows himself to enjoy it.
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A/N Okay I lied it was 4 parts, I am bad at predicting the comment character count limit. Hope you like it!
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Date: 2017-10-19 02:22 am (UTC)I love that IGNIS was the nervous/hesitant one.
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Date: 2017-10-31 02:16 am (UTC)Part 9 will probably have to be subdivided because I doubt it'll fit in one post, but I think I should be able to get it up tomorrow!
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It's raining. Not hard enough to be a real problem, but enough to be annoying, as Ignis fumbles with an umbrella that doesn't want to hold still in the gusting wind. He manages to make it across the parking lot and wrangles the umbrella into submission as he slides into the car, only getting himself minimally wet. Shoving the umbrella into the plastic bag he's brought along for just this reason, he tosses it in the back and sets his wet satchel on the floor of the passenger seat.
It's a Friday, and it's late -- long past the time he normally would have left the Citadel and driven to Noctis's apartment or home. But Noctis had gone out with Prompto after school, and Ignis had had a feeling that if he went home, he would end up thinking rather too much about the evening he'd spent with Noctis two nights ago. Instead, he'd thrown himself into his work, trying to force himself to focus by keeping busy. It wasn't like he ever ran out of work to do. He'd lost track of time, poring over immigration reports, and hadn't noticed how late it had gotten until his phone had buzzed and startled him out of his haze of statistics.
Now, close to midnight, he starts up the car and heads out to pick up Noctis and Prompto. At least Noctis had the decency to apologize for calling so late, and to apologize for having gone to a party in the first place without notifying Ignis or Gladio or anyone in the Crownsguard to keep an eye on him. The party isn't too far away, still in the nice part of town, and Ignis gets there as quickly as he can. Noctis hadn't sounded upset, exactly, but Ignis had gotten the impression that his presence was desired as soon as possible.
He pulls up in front of the address Noctis had texted him. It's a nice house, and there are a lot of teenagers around. He wonders, briefly, if the parents who own the house are aware that there's a party going on, but he supposes it's not really his place to interfere. He's only here for Noctis, after all. And there Noctis is, on the covered porch, with Prompto hanging off his side looking like he's had far too much to drink. Noctis notices the car immediately, and rushes Prompto through the rain into the back seat.
"Thanks," Noctis says as he leans over to buckle Prompto in, then fastens his own seatbelt and wipes raindrops from his face. "Sorry for dragging you out here. I didn't think I could get him home in the rain like this."
"Hey, Iggy!!" Prompto says, far too loudly, as he leans forward and gives Ignis an awkward, drunken hug around the back of his seat. "You're not mad at Noct, are you? It's totally my fault, I made him come with me because I didn't want to go alone."
Ignis sighs. "Please tell me nothing happened at this party that I'll be seeing in the tabloids tomorrow." Prompto starts giggling, and Ignis takes a deep breath, holds it for a count of five, then lets it out. "Noctis, I hope you haven't had as much to drink as your friend."
He examines Noctis in the rearview mirror. Noctis doesn't look drunk, though his cheeks are a light pink. "No, I only had one drink. With food. Two hours ago. And I don't think there's anything that will be in the tabloids."
"Dude! What about that girl, though."
Ignis raises his eyebrows as he pulls away from the curb. "A girl, Your Highness?"
Noctis shoots Prompto a dirty look, then says, "Nothing happened."
"She practically climbed on your lap and threw herself at you, buddy, I don't know how you said no to that." Prompto puts his hands on Ignis's shoulders and adds, "Iggy, Iggy, this girl was so hot. So hot! And Noct just-- he didn't even-- I would have been freaking out, dude, if that girl was coming on to me, and you just said, what did you say?"
"Prompto, please take your hands off of my shoulders, you're making it difficult to drive." Ignis is half imagining a tabloid with a cover photo of a drunken schoolgirl in the Prince's lap, and half relieved that it sounds like Noctis didn't actually allow things to progress past that point.
"Oh shit sorry," Prompto says, pulling his hands back. "But Noct just took her hands and put them back like this," he grabs Noctis's hands, puts them on his shoulders, then puts them back in Noctis's lap, "and said, 'I'm flattered, but I'm afraid--'" Prompto trails off into hysterical giggles. "He sounded like you Iggy, it was amazing -- 'I'm afraid that's not appropriate,' and then he got up so she'd have to leave him alone."
They pull up to a red light, and Ignis looks in the mirror to see that Noctis is hanging his face in his hands. "That was very well done," Ignis says quietly, and Noctis looks up at him with a small smile.
"Dude, you could have at least sent her over to me. I don't know what kind of wingman you think you are, but you're a really shitty one."
"Hey, it's not my fault you get tongue-tied whenever a pretty girl talks to you," Noctis says, giving his friend a playful shove as the car starts moving again. "Besides, you drank too much for me to leave you alone anyway."
"Aww, come on. It's totally not fair, you're royalty, and you're so hot, and everyone wants you, and then you don't even do anything about it! What the fuck, dude, what the fuck."
In the mirror, Ignis sees Noctis glance up at him once, then back down at Prompto, who is now slumped against his side, looking up at him with an expression that reminds Ignis of Gladio's concerns about their relationship. "I'm not allowed to do anything," Noctis tells him. "It's-- You said it, I'm royalty, I'm not allowed to date whoever I want. There's . . . you know, politics."
"Wait, seriously? You're not allowed to date? Ignis, did you know about this?"
"I'm afraid Noctis is quite correct," Ignis says. He's actually surprised that Noctis hasn't mentioned this to Prompto before, given that the two seem to share everything else about themselves.
Prompto flings himself back against the seat. "Well that explains a lot," he says. Then he seems to think some more, and exclaims, "That sucks!"
Noctis laughs. Ignis can see him looking fondly at Prompto in the mirror, before he glances up to meet Ignis's eyes. "Yeah," Noctis says, "it kind of does."
They pull up at Prompto's door, and Noctis helps Prompto out of the car and gets him safely inside. Ignis lets the engine idle and tries to figure out what he's feeling. He's proud of Noctis, for staying level-headed in a provocative social situation, for appropriately turning down the girl who'd propositioned him, and, most of all, for taking his responsibilities seriously. Well, aside from having gone to the party in the first place, but in the grand scheme of things that's far less an issue than an illicit affair with another student would have been.
He also feels sorry for Noctis. It isn't fair, not really, that Noctis can't give his heart away as he'd like to, that he can't have those first innocent fumblings toward romance that all young people should have. Ignis may have been able to help him with the awkwardness of losing his virginity, but romance was never part of their lessons. It simply wasn't relevant.
Noctis emerges from Prompto's house, closing the door behind him, then gets in the front seat of the car. Ignis tries not to worry himself about his bag getting crushed under Noctis's feet. Instead, he looks over as Noctis sighs and leans his head back on the headrest.
"Is Prompto going to be alright?"
"Yeah, I got him some water, he's going to sleep it off. Hey, do you think--"
"Yes?"
Noctis rubs the back of his head sheepishly. "I know it's really late, but, uh, I'm kind of hungry."
"I admit I missed dinner myself. Shall I drive through somewhere?"
"Yeah, burgers maybe?"
"Of course."
The drive passes in companionable silence, though he suspects Noctis is waiting to be chewed out over having snuck out to a party. He'll have to talk to him about it eventually, but it's a conversation that would be better had with full stomachs.
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