Prompt Post Round Five
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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.
Re: FILL (6B/?) Re: ignoct, virginity kink
Date: 2017-10-13 02:15 am (UTC)Re: FILL (6B/?) Re: ignoct, virginity kink
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FILL (7A/?) Re: ignoct, virginity kink
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.
***
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 02:12 am (UTC)Re: FILL (7D/?) Re: ignoct, virginity kink
Date: 2017-10-19 02:22 am (UTC)I love that IGNIS was the nervous/hesitant one.
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Date: 2017-10-19 06:39 am (UTC)Re: FILL (7D/?) Re: ignoct, virginity kink
Date: 2017-10-19 08:35 am (UTC)Re: FILL (7D/?) Re: ignoct, virginity kink
Date: 2017-10-29 04:04 pm (UTC)Re: FILL (8/9) Re: ignoct, virginity kink
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!
***
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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Date: 2017-10-31 02:40 am (UTC)Re: FILL (8/9) Re: ignoct, virginity kink
Date: 2017-10-31 02:59 am (UTC)dirty to meabout Noct not being allowed to date or fall in love because of future arranged marriage and about him accepting it all because he knows its his duty <3(I've always headcanon'd that Noct accepted the news of his betrothal to Luna with as much grace as possible, because if not Luna then he'd have eventually been in an arranged marriage with someone)
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Date: 2017-10-31 03:11 am (UTC)Anyway I'm glad you're enjoying it! I also realized that update had no smut haha, never fear, there will be smut in the ending.
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Date: 2017-10-31 06:23 am (UTC)FILL (9A/9) Re: ignoct, virginity kink
Date: 2017-10-31 04:28 pm (UTC)***
Ignis dips his last french fry into ketchup and savors the salty bite of it on his tongue. He hadn't realized quite how hungry he was until he'd found himself reaching into the bag to grab some fries as soon as they pulled out of the drive-thru. Noctis had even remarked upon it, though he seemed more amused than anything else.
Now, he begins to clean up the remains of their meal as Noctis slurps the last of his soda. It's comfortably routine and makes Ignis wonder why he's spent any time at all worrying about the possibility of changing the nature of his relationship with Noctis.
"Okay," Noctis says, as Ignis disposes of the last of the wrappers. "Go on, I already know what you're going to say. I shouldn't be going to parties, much less parties where there's drinking, and I absolutely shouldn't go anywhere without at least informing the Crownsguard so they can go with me. Right?"
Ignis starts washing his hands. "Yes, that's right. It makes me wonder why, if you know all of that, you still went to the party."
Noctis leans on the other side of the counter. "Prompto didn't want to go alone." He pauses for a moment, then adds, "I didn't want him to go alone. I thought he might get into trouble, or get pressured into doing something he didn't really want to do."
"And you didn't tell the Crownsguard because . . . ?"
"Because if I showed up with guards, I'd ruin it for everyone else -- including Prompto. Nobody would come talk to him if I had guards hovering over us the whole time. And it's not like I could bring Gladio, he's so huge he makes Prompto look like a little kid."
"I appreciate your concern for your friend, Noct, I do. But you have to understand that your safety is more important than his social life." Ignis wipes his hands on a towel and comes around the kitchenette to stand next to Noctis.
"It's bad enough that I can't have a normal social life. It shouldn't mean my friends can't either."
Ignis is aware of the space between himself and Noctis. There's about three inches separating their shoulders from touching -- a polite distance that Ignis keeps out of force of habit. He thinks about Prompto's story of the girl inserting herself into Noctis's personal space. "What's done is done," he says, pushing his glasses up his nose. "I did want to tell you that I'm very proud of you for handling what must have been an awkward situation with the girl at the party."
Noctis looks up at him, flushing slightly. "Yeah?" Ignis inclines his head, and Noctis smiles. "It was . . . it wasn't that bad. I thought about everything you taught me. I think if we hadn't-- if I had never had someone that close to me, I might have screwed up." Noctis's eyes widen as he realizes the implication of his words, and he adds, "Not like that, I mean, I wouldn't have done anything with her, but it would have been a lot more awkward."
"I'm glad that our lessons had the desired effect. You've now had a range of experiences, so hopefully all similar situations in the future will be defused as easily."
Noctis looks away as his smile falters slightly. "There's still one thing we haven't done."
Ignis blinks at him in surprise. He begins cataloguing their experience together, and when he thinks about Noctis's expectations for the future, he comes up empty-handed. At least, empty-handed of things a man can provide. "I'm not sure what you mean."
"I mean," Noctis says, looking carefully at his own feet, "I haven't gotten-- I haven't . . . been on the bottom."
Oh. "That's--" Ignis clears his throat, banishing the image of Noctis writhing underneath him from his mind. "I don't expect you'll need that experience in your future marriage."
"Probably not," Noctis agrees, "but I want to do it anyway." He looks up at Ignis, finally, interest and intent clear on his face. "Do you?"
Ignis finds himself at a loss for how to handle this situation. He's spent his whole life training to be cool under pressure, yet somehow Noctis's innocent desire undoes him completely. "We can't-- Noct, you can't--"
"I know," Noctis says, "I can't have a relationship. I'm not asking for one. I just want to . . . I want to have sex with you. And if it's only one more time, that's okay." He pauses, face flushed but still looking at Ignis intently. "Do you want to have sex with me?"
"It hardly matters what I--"
"Ignis." Noctis cuts him off, then raises a hand to cup Ignis's cheek. "Do you want to have sex with me?"
". . . yes." His heart thumps painfully in his chest and his cheeks burn at the confession, but Noctis smiles brightly and rubs his thumb over Ignis's cheekbone.
"Okay then," he says, "let's do it." Then Noctis is kissing him, mouth still salty from their late dinner, and Ignis can't find it within himself to stop. His hands come to Noctis's waist as if of their own volition, and then he's pulling Noctis closer and leaning into his kiss. Maybe it's just that he's been trying so hard not to think about this for the past two days, to be done with this foolishness, but having Noctis willing and eager and wanting to be fucked has his cock getting hard in record time.
They kiss up against the counter for a few minutes, and Ignis allows his hands to wander. Noctis wants this, wants him, and Ignis has never been able to deny him anything. Certainly not when it's something he wants so much himself. His fingers slide into the back pockets of Noctis's jeans, and Noctis makes a small sound into his mouth that makes it hard to breathe. It makes it hard to think, but Ignis can't let himself forget that this is going to be another first for Noctis, and that means he has to make sure it's done right.
"Noct," he murmurs as Noctis kisses his neck.
"Mm?"
"You should probably go take a shower."
Noctis pulls back and looks at him in confusion. "Do I smell?"
Ignis laughs. "No, I only meant . . . if we're going to-- if you want me to--" He's never been so tongue-tied in his life. He takes a deep breath and continues, "If I'm going to fuck you, you should wash first. Get yourself as clean as you can." Noctis's face goes red, but his eyes betray his arousal. "Unless you were planning this all day and you already . . . ?"
"I'll go wash," Noctis says hastily, then hesitates, eyes narrowing. "The other day, when we-- were you planning that? Did you . . . prepare?"
Ignis looks away, suddenly unable to meet Noctis's gaze. It's not so much that he had planned for it as he had allowed for the possibility. Always being prepared for any possible outcome is part of his job. "I didn't plan it, but I didn't not plan it," he admits.
Noctis grins at him, and leans in for a quick kiss. "Don't go anywhere while I'm in the shower, okay?"
"I wouldn't dream of it," he replies. Of course, as soon as the bathroom door closes, his confidence abandons him entirely. This isn't for Noctis's education. This isn't even for his comfort in social situations. This is only because Noctis wants it, and Ignis wants it, and he isn't sure if that makes it acceptable, but now that they've gotten started he doesn't want to stop. His mind fills with thoughts of what Noctis might be doing in the shower. Is he only perfunctorily washing? Or is he touching himself?
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Date: 2017-10-31 04:30 pm (UTC)The shower turns off, and Ignis's hand tightens on his cock, then withdraws to his thigh. He swallows thickly as he listens to the sound of Noctis toweling off, his pulse accelerating as the door clicks open. Noctis enters the room with a towel slung low around his hips, pushed out in the middle by his half-hard cock.
Ignis's heart beats hard as Noctis smiles at him and says, slightly surprised, "You stayed."
"I said I would."
"Yeah, you did." Noctis approaches the bed, then drops the towel on the floor and climbs up, straddling Ignis's hips. "I was afraid you'd decide this was too . . . inappropriate."
"It's terribly inappropriate," Ignis replies, his hands coming up to caress Noctis's sides. "But you're terribly tempting, and I'm terribly weak."
Noctis leans in to kiss him, slowly and sweetly. "You're not weak," he says when he pulls back. "You're allowed to want things."
It's just one time. It's just one night. "I want you," Ignis confesses as he pulls Noctis into his lap, bringing their lips together again. Their kiss is heated and eager, full of promise, and Ignis groans as Noctis rolls his hips against him. He lets his hands move down to Noctis's ass, enjoying the way Noctis arches against him and the catch of his breath when Ignis pulls back to kiss his neck. No more holding back, not tonight. Ignis dips his tongue into the hollow of Noctis's collarbone, then laves a long swipe up his neck to suck Noctis's earlobe into his mouth.
"Ignis," Noctis gasps, rocking hard against him, hands clenching in the fabric of Ignis's waistcoat. Ignis teases Noctis's ear with the tip of his tongue, tugging it between his lips, and Noctis exhales a breath that's just shy of a moan. Tugging at Ignis's clothes, Noctis says, "You gonna take this off or what?" Ignis can't help kissing him again.
It's hard to convince himself to push Noctis off of his lap and get up when everything in him is screaming for more, but the promise of skin on skin is enough to do it. He gets out of his waistcoat and shirt in record time, nearly popping off a button, while Noctis watches, seated on the edge of the bed. The belt comes next, then slacks, underwear, socks, until Ignis is fully naked. Noctis is looking at him, eyes moving slowly over his body, and Ignis would feel self-conscious if Noctis didn't look so incredibly turned on. Or if Noctis wasn't slowly stroking his own cock, and that's something Ignis never expected to see. It's also something he never expected would be so damned tantalizing.
"How do you want me?" Noctis asks.
"Whatever would be most comfortable for you," he replies, setting his glasses on the bedside table and reaching in the drawer to get the lubricant. His assumption that Noctis left it there last time turns out to be a good one, and he finds the box of condoms there as well.
Noctis waits until Ignis is back on the bed with him, then pulls him down so they're side by side, hooking one leg over Ignis's hip. "Will this work?" he asks, nuzzling the bottom of Ignis's jaw.
Ignis smooths one hand down Noctis's side and around the curve of his hip, dipping between his cheeks and smiling when Noctis shivers. "Yes, I think this will be fine for now." He withdraws his hand long enough to coat it in lube, then kisses Noctis again as he reaches back to circle a wet finger around Noctis's entrance. "Alright?" he asks when Noctis makes a small sound.
"Yeah, it's just . . . different."
Ignis moves his other hand between them to take hold of both of their erections, stroking them together as he pushes his finger in. "Try to relax," he says. "There's no hurry." Noctis takes a deep breath, and he starts to relax. For a while, there's nothing but the sound of their breathing, as Noctis is rocked back and forth between Ignis's hands. He keep his grip on their cocks loose -- enough to keep them both hard, but not enough to end things before they've even begun.
By the time he's worked up to three fingers, the frown line between Noctis's eyebrows is gone, and he's moving his hips on his own. Noctis fucking himself on Ignis's fingers is probably the hottest thing he's ever seen, especially considering Noctis has never done this before. He's absolutely gorgeous like this, flushed and sweaty, eyes dark with arousal. Ignis is struck by how much he wants to give Noctis pleasure, how much he enjoys introducing him to things he's never felt before.
Letting go of their cocks, Ignis moves his arm for leverage, then raises himself up to get a different angle. "Move your leg up a little higher," he says, and Noctis complies, hitching his knee up closer to Ignis's chest than his hip. The change is enough to let Ignis finally get his fingers directly on Noctis's prostate, and Noctis jerks when he touches it, clenching around him.
"Oh, fuck," Noctis gasps, "what--"
Ignis rubs his prostate again, and Noctis trails off into a whimper. "That," Ignis says, "is your prostate."
"Feels strange," Noctis says, his face contorting into an expression of concentration.
"Do you want me to stop?"
"No! No, keep going, it's . . . it's good, it's just . . . "
"Different?" he offers. Noctis nods, so Ignis keeps going, gently stimulating him, then easing back off, until he starts to relax again. When he's loosened up enough, Ignis lays back down and takes Noctis's cock in his free hand again. He's still hard, harder now than when they started, with precum beading at the tip. "Do you want me to get you off like this?" he asks, nipping gently at Noctis's lower lip.
Noctis opens his eyes in surprise, as if he hadn't realized he'd closed them. "N-- No, I want-- I want you to . . . I want you inside me." It seems silly for Noctis to blush when he's had Ignis's fingers in his ass for a good half hour, but there it is, and it's so sweet that Ignis can't help leaning in for a kiss.
"Alright then. I don't think this position is going to work for that."
"Okay," Noctis says, pulling his leg back as Ignis slides his fingers out. "What should I do?"
"Open this condom for me, for one," Ignis says, rolling onto his back, "my fingers are too slippery." Noctis does as asked, then reaches down and strokes Ignis's cock a few times before rolling on the condom. If he wasn't already achingly hard, having Noctis's hand on him would have done the trick for sure. Ignis pours out more lube and slicks himself up, then grabs a tissue and wipes the mess off his fingers.
He scoots himself up so that he's sitting reclined against the pillows, then reaches for Noctis. "Come here," he says, pulling Noctis in to straddle his lap. "This way you can set the pace."
"Um," Noctis says, still blushing, "okay." He reaches behind himself and takes hold of Ignis's cock, lining it up against himself, then tries to sink down on it. First time sex is never that easy, though, and Ignis's cock slips across Noctis's ass, sliding out of his grip. "Sorry," Noctis says, and Ignis sets a hand on his thigh to comfort him.
"It's alright. Take your time." This time Ignis holds his own cock still while Noctis positions himself, and the tip slips inside. Noctis makes a surprised sound, and his hands come down to brace himself on Ignis's shoulders. "You're doing fine," Ignis says, still holding himself with one hand while he rubs Noctis's thigh reassuringly with the other. He wants nothing more than to thrust up into the tight heat of Noctis's body, but he holds himself back, letting Noctis slowly easy his way down, a little bit at a time.
Noctis is biting his lower lip, brow furrowed in concentration, and when he's halfway in Ignis lets go of himself and moves his hand instead to close around Noctis's slightly flagging erection. Noctis gasps and opens his eyes, sliding down a little further as his hips jerk. He relaxes a little as Ignis works his cock, making it easier for him to take more, until finally he bottoms out. Ignis moves both hands to circle around Noctis's back and pulls him down for a kiss, anything to distract himself from the intensity of being fully seated inside Noctis.
"How do you feel?" Ignis murmurs against his lips. Noctis rolls his hips a little, experimentally, and Ignis groans, his head falling back into the pillows.
Noctis laughs -- of course he does -- and says, "Pretty good, how about you?"
His instincts tell him to demur, but Ignis reminds himself that he's decided not to hold back tonight. "Incredible."
"Yeah?" Noctis rolls his hips again, starting up a slow rhythm, and Ignis begins to worry that he's not going to last long enough for Noctis to come. "Is that good?"
"Nnngh . . . Yes, yes, Noct, that's good, you're-- perfect, you're perfect," Ignis says. He's aware that he's babbling, but his brain is getting so fogged with pleasure that he can't seem to care. Noctis looks like he appreciates the praise in any case; he tries lifting himself up and sinking back down on Ignis's cock, and oh gods, that's even better. Whatever the consequences are for deflowering the crown prince, Ignis doesn't care, because this is absolutely worth it.
"Oh!" Noctis's exclamation of surprise comes as he sinks down a little harder than the last time, and his cock jerks against Ignis's stomach. He does it again, lifting up higher and coming down hard, and Ignis finds himself clutching Noctis's hips and thrusting up to meet him. "Oh, fuck," Noctis gasps, "keep doing that, that feels--"
It's hard to find a rhythm where they're synchronized, and Noctis seems to have relaxed into the penetration, so Ignis holds on and rolls them over. He kisses Noctis hard, pushing him down onto the bed, then starts fucking him in earnest. Ignis has never been very quiet in bed, and the way Noctis is responding to this would be enough to make anyone lose their composure. Noctis is much louder on the receiving end, moaning and cursing with every thrust, and Ignis bites his lip against the rising tide of pleasure.
"Noct," he gasps, slowing down to stop things from ending too soon, "I can't go much longer."
Noctis leans up to claim his mouth, though it's more a mess of lips and tongue than a real kiss at this point. "Yeah, fuck, me too," Noctis says, reaching for his own cock. "Don't hold back, you're so hot like this."
Ignis doesn't ask, like what?, because he knows exactly what Noctis means. Noctis is always gorgeous but the sounds he's making and the way he's moving underneath him sends heat sparking through Ignis's body like never before. Ignis groans and drops his head to Noctis's shoulder, holding himself up on one elbow while his other hand roams greedily over Noctis's body, clutching at his ass, rubbing over a nipple, stealing in between them to join with Noctis's own hand on his cock.
Ignis tries to hold back and wait for Noctis to come first, but the tight heat of Noctis's body undoes him completely, and too soon he's tipping over the edge, slamming their hips together probably too roughly, making frankly embarrassing sounds as he thrusts in deep and spills into the condom. That's alright though, because Noctis is moving their joined hands faster, his hips jerking up into their grip even as Ignis rides out the last of his own climax, and then Noctis shouts as his cock pulses between them, wave after wave of come making a mess of both of them.
Breathing hard, Ignis presses kisses to Noctis's neck, then his cheek, then his lips. Noctis leans into the kiss, languidly teasing Ignis's mouth open and sliding their tongues together. It's so good; everything is so good, but they're also a mess, so Ignis pulls out and disposes of the condom, then gets a wet washcloth to clean them up with.
"Come back to bed," Noctis says when Ignis has finished, before he can even start to think about getting dressed.
"I shouldn't spend the night," Ignis replies, but he gets back into the bed anyway and lets Noctis curl up against him with a pleased hum.
"That was . . . really good," Noctis murmurs into Ignis's shoulder. "Did I do okay? Was it okay for you?"
"You were amazing, and it was perfect." Ignis tightens his arm around Noctis's waist, and relaxes as he feels Noctis smile against his skin.
"'m gonna be sore for a while, I think," Noctis mumbles with a yawn.
"I'll see if I can find a potion for you tomorrow before you go to train with Gladio." Ignis glances at the clock and finds it's past two in the morning. The lateness of the hour combines with bone-deep satisfaction to leave him yawning as well, and he briefly considers giving in to the temptation to close his eyes and fall asleep here in Noctis's bed.
But Noctis is still a prince, and Ignis is still his advisor. He presses a kiss to Noctis's hair, then to his lips, as Noctis smiles blearily at him, already mostly asleep. Ignis withdraws and Noctis lets him go, rolling into the warm spot in the bed he's left behind. He pulls his clothes back on, adjusting himself in front of Noctis's mirror until he doesn't look too rumpled.
Ignis pauses in the doorway of the bedroom, smiling as he watches Noctis sleep, then collects himself and heads home.
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FILL (9C/9) Re: ignoct, virginity kink
Date: 2017-10-31 04:32 pm (UTC)He knocks, then lets himself in when there's no answer. The shower is running, so at least Noctis is out of bed. Ignis busies himself with making coffee and preparing breakfast. Something light, he thinks, so Noctis won't get sick during training.
By the time he's adding some cut-up strawberries to the plate of toast and scrambled eggs, Noctis emerges from his bedroom in a white T-shirt and black athletic pants. "Good morning, Your Highness," Ignis says, smiling at Noctis's pleased expression.
"Morning." Noctis sits down carefully, grimacing a little, then notices the potion sitting next to his coffee and downs it. "You didn't have to," he says as Ignis sets his breakfast in front of him.
"I know." Sitting across from Noctis, Ignis sips his own coffee, having eaten earlier in the morning. The quiet breakfast routine is comfortable, making last night almost seem like a dream, but as much as Ignis has tried not to think about everything that's happened between himself and Noctis, there are some things that he thinks they need to talk about.
When Noctis is taking his last bite of toast, Ignis asks, "Why me?"
"Hmm? Why you what?"
Ignis looks down at his coffee, cradled between his hands. "Why did you come to me to learn about sex?"
Noctis looks up at him, eyebrows raised, then back down at his plate. "Because I trust you," he says finally. "Because I know you wouldn't make fun of me, and you wouldn't risk my reputation. Because you understand that I can't give you anything more."
He sips his coffee, then catches Ignis's eyes and adds, "Because . . . I wanted to learn from someone I care about." Ignis's heart swells at his words, and Noctis smiles shyly and looks away. "I hope I'm more than just a job to you. You've always been more than just an advisor to me."
It's true that there's never been a good word to describe his relationship with Noctis. Yes, Ignis has duties and responsibilities, which he's sometimes happy to perform and sometimes not so happy about, but Noctis has never just been his job. Being together since childhood, having his entire existence revolve around Noctis, watching Noctis grow from a kind boy to a respectable young prince and hopefully into a wise and generous king . . .
Noctis has never been a job. Noctis has always been his life.
"Yes," he says, smiling back across the table. "You're rather more than a job to me."
There's a long moment between them, where Ignis feels deeply that they understand each other, and then it's broken by the alarm on Ignis's phone going off. He thumbs it away, then stands up. "I'll give you a ride to the Citadel," he says as he clears the plates.
Noctis grins and grabs his gym bag. "You got it, Specs."
***
A/N AND IT'S DONE. Writing this fic has been a journey for me. Thanks for coming along for the ride! I hope to get the last two chapters on AO3 in the next week or so. I'm so excited to know what you all think of the ending!
Re: FILL (9C/9) Re: ignoct, virginity kink
Date: 2017-10-31 04:53 pm (UTC)But then the unexpected Feels at the end hit me out of nowhere and I might have tears in my eyes right now.
This was so good XD
Re: FILL (9C/9) Re: ignoct, virginity kink
Date: 2017-11-01 07:43 am (UTC)It's so bittersweet when Noct is resigned to a future political marriage, but I'm happy for them that they at least shared these moments together. ;w;
Thank you so much for writing this, it's been a treat to follow!
Re: FILL (9C/9) Re: ignoct, virginity kink
Date: 2017-11-03 02:19 am (UTC)Re: FILL (9C/9) Re: ignoct, virginity kink
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