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FILL: Eleventh Hour Reprieve [2.5/3]
Date: 2017-01-22 07:06 am (UTC)Noctis can’t blush any more than he already is. He wants to shake his head but doesn’t want to dislodge Ignis’ gentle touch. His hands tremble as he undoes Ignis’ belt, popping the button and pulling down the zipper. The scent is thicker here, undeniably Alpha and Noctis can feel himself actually leak slick. He should be embarrassed but he’s not.
“Wait,” Ignis says, before they can get any further. He doesn’t stop running his fingers through Noctis’ hair. “As stunning as I’m sure it is for you to be on your knees, perhaps we should do this differently.”
“Differently?” Noctis asks. His hand rests on Ignis’ cock, squeezing gently, and he relishes the soft groan he receives in return.
“You won’t get any rest if we carry on one at a time,” Ignis says, quietly. “I don’t mean to rush you, but…”
He lets his sentence hang, and Noctis’ heart aches. Leave it to Ignis to be concerned with the overall plan when they’re trying to be intimate. He’s right, of course, but Noctis had been hoping to savor each of his mates in their own time. He wants to make this last, wants this to be a good memory for them.
“Iggy’s got a point,” Gladiolus says. He shrugs off his jacket and toes off his boots. “You going to get in on this, puppy?”
“Obviously,” Prompto says. He nearly launches across the caravan to help Gladiolus undress and Noctis guesses it’s decided then.
Instead of wrapping his lips around the head of Ignis’ cock, Noctis sighs and starts unlacing his shoes and tugging off his socks. Ignis doesn’t move to help him, but he knows Noctis like to do it for him. Likes to feel like he’s being a good little Omega for the Alpha who dotes on him at every other time. He eases Ignis’ slacks down his waist to the wet sounds of Gladio fingering Prompto, and he folds them before moving to the buttons of Ignis’ shirt.
“Such a sweet thing,” Ignis murmurs, his cheek brushing against Noctis’ hair. “Always such a pretty, sweet kitten.”
Noctis swallows around the lump in his throat and kisses Ignis as he pushes his shirt off his shoulders. He doesn’t know what to say, doesn’t know if he can lie to Ignis of all people. He folds the shirt and sets it on top of Ignis’ slacks and says, “okay.”
It takes some adjusting, but they all manage to fit on the small full sized bed. Ignis’ back against one wall, Gladiolus against the other. Prompto sits comfortably in Gladiolus’ lap, just keeping me warm, princess he says, with a wink. Noctis sprawls himself between them, half draped in Ignis’ lap to wrap his lips around his cock finally.
He’s leaking precome, bitter and thick, and Noctis laps it all up eagerly. It’s a familiar taste and weight against his tongue, comforting in it’s own way. Noctis’ teases Ignis’ foreskin with his tongue, dipping his tongue between the furled skin before gently soothing it back with his thumb. He traces the shape of the ridge with this tongue before taking the entire head in his mouth with a soft moan.
Noctis’ isn’t expecting the cool fingers to press against his entrance. He has to pull off Ignis to keep from using his teeth, and he’s not surprised to see Prompto’s innocent grin. He curls his fingers, spreading them, before pulling them out and popping both in his mouth.
“I could have bit him,” Noctis says, indignantly.
“You wouldn’t have,” Gladiolus says, He tugs on Prompto’s wrist, popping his fingers from his mouth until he can mouth at the slick fingers himself. His eyes close and he growls. “Fuck, Iggy, he tastes so good. Even better than he smells.”
Ignis runs his fingers through Noctis’ hair and smiles down at him. The light from the caravan is wan and his scars look worse than ever, but even with his scarred lip, his smile is gentle and Noctis melts into it. It’s just for him. “He always does.”
“Such a sexy little thing,” Gladiolus says, and he lets Prompto’s hand go. He rubs the gunner’s belly and kisses the side of his neck. “He doesn’t even look old enough to be here right now, taking it from both ends.”
“Pretty sure I was seventeen the first time I had your dick in my mouth,” Noctis says, rolling his eyes. He is prepared for Prompto’s fingers this time, pushing back onto them and moaning as they press deep.
“Ignore him, Noctis,” Ignis says. He tightens his fingers in Noctis’ hair and gently guides Noctis’ head back into his lap. It’s the closest he’ll get to demanding Noctis do anything, but Noctis doesn’t mind. He’s more than happy to take Ignis’ cock into his mouth and get lost in the soft sounds Ignis makes as he’s blown. “Just like that, darling.”
Noctis trembles at the praise. He licks a line from the base of Ignis’ cock and back up. Traces the pattern of the veins and wraps his fingers around Ignis’ heavy sac. It’s hard to focus when he’s being stretched but he wants to make this last, wants to make this feel good for Ignis. He wants to be a good Omega for the mates he left behind.
Prompto pushes a third finger in as Noctis takes Ignis back into his mouth, but this time he doesn’t choke. He moans around Ignis and clenches around the fingers inside him. He swallows wetly, increasingly aware of how much he was drooling and how much slick was leaking out of him, but he doesn’t have it in him to be ashamed. Not right now. Not tonight.
He lets the gentle pressure of Ignis’ hand on his skull guide him, encouraging a gentle bob. He sucks hard each time he pulls back, hollowing his cheeks and moaning. Noctis isn’t surprised to feel the gentle pressure on his cheek, of Ignis trying to feel himself through Noctis’. He curls his tongue to drag Ignis’ cock against the inside of his cheek, to feel the gentle scrape of Ignis’ nails against his scalp and his shuddering breath.
“Enough, Prompto,” Gladiolus says quietly.
There’s a slick sound as Prompto pulls his fingers out and a dull, empty ache that settles low in Noctis’ stomach. He clenches around nothing and he wants. He arches his spine and pushes back for more, but he’s unwilling to move off of Ignis’ cock to do anything about it. He wants and needs this, just like he wants and needs Gladiolus’ inside of him.
The bed groans as the bodies on it shift. Prompto half crawls over Noctis, kissing his shoulder before dropping onto the bed at his side. Gladiolus makes room for himself between Noctis’ spread legs, tracing the head of his cock against Noctis’ rim. He should have made Prompto use another finger, should have asked for more prep, because it’s going to hurt for both of them but maybe it’s better this way.
Noctis pulls off Ignis cock to kiss and lick the tip, his breath shaking. He curls his fingers around the base, stroking upward slowly, waiting. He can feel the thickness at the base, already starting to swell under Noctis’ touch. He clenches around nothing and whines.
It feels like an eternity of teasing. Gladiolus just dragging his leaking cockhead around Noctis’ rim before breaching him slowly. It burns, despite the thick warmth of his own slick, and Noctis groans. It’s not enough, not nearly enough, and Noctis finds himself pushing back for more before he even knows he’s ready for it.
Gladiolus’ hands are large on his narrow hips, squeezing and petting gently. His fingers trace soft, familiar circles and he eases himself inside of Noctis slowly before pulling out and rocking back in. Every inch of him burns and stretches Noctis so wonderfully. He can’t help the desperate panting that escapes him or the unconscious rocking of his hips.
“You’re such a pretty little thing, so eager for it,” Gladiolus says. He traces his thumb around Noctis’ rim, not pushing in but exerting a gentle pressure as he continues to slide his cock deep. “Even your hole is desperate for it, princess. If you could see how desperate it was for my cock inside of you, how wet you were.”
Noctis can feel the sweat dripping from his brow and the low throb of his cock between this thighs. He didn’t even realize he was hard again, but every slow drag of Gladiolus’ hips and his words were going straight to his groin. “Not a princess.”
“Wasn’t your mouth occupied?” Gladiolus asks, slapping Noctis’ ass playfully. He thrusts harder this time, punching a moan out of Noctis. “There we go. Goddamn twink, moaning for it.”
Ignis’ laughter is soft and he massages Noctis’ scalp gently. His cock oozes against Noctis’ cheek, throbbing in his hands, but he makes no demands. “You are a beautiful little thing, Noctis.”
It’s unfair, the pet names and the praises coming from both sides. He can feel Prompto at his side, his hand sliding under Noctis’ belly to rub his chest and tweak his nipples before raking down his belly and curling his fingers around Noctis’ cock. It’s too much, too much all at once, but Noctis never wants it to end.
Closing his eyes and fighting back the wetness, Noctis wraps his lips around Ignis’ cock and moans. He tries to lose himself in the gentle fist on his cock and the slow rocking into this throat and the sharp thrusts in his ass. It burns and aches and feels so amazing. If he could die in this moment, right now, this is how he would want to go. Surrounded by the warmth and scent of his mates, the last time time they’ll all get to be pressed together on a bed much to small for all of them.
Ignis’ knot continues to swell, even before Noctis manages to brush his nose against the coarse hair at the base of his cock. It throbs, pulsing with his heartbeat, and Noctis massages it as best he can. It’s hard to set a tempo when Gladiolus is rocking into without one and Prompto is stroking slow and sweetly, dragging the callouses from his trigger finger in the way he knows drives Noctis wild. He wants Ignis to come, wants to choke on every last inch and drop of him.
Gladiolus’ cock nudges Noctis’ prostate at just the right angle and he nearly chokes, Ignis’ cock nudging past the barrier of his throat and he swallows all the way down. He should be gagging, desperate for air, but he doesn’t. He sucks in desperately, drooling wetly along Ignis’ knot and it’s enough.
“Noctis,” is the only warning he gets before his hair is tugged hard, urging him off as Ignis’ cock throbs and he comes hard. His come is bitter, so unlike what Noctis’ is used to, but he refuses to pull off. He squeezes Ignis’ knot tightly and swallows desperately, eager for every drop.
“Noctis,” Ignis says again, breathless and exasperated. He slumps against the wall, his fingers curling tightly in Noctis’ sweaty hair before attempting to smooth it down. “You did wonderfully.”
“Fuck, Iggy,” Gladiolus says. “Look how much he melted after his first load…”
As embarrassing as it is, Gladiolus is right. His throat is aching and he’s reluctant to let Ignis move out of his reach even though his cock is spent, but he’s given up on propping himself up in any way. He accepts the sweet kisses Prompto peppers against his face, squirming into Ignis’ space to do so. His fist is slack around Noctis’ cock, but he doesn’t stop.
“Don’t tease,” Ignis says soothingly. “Fuck him like you mean it or let someone else do it.”
Gladiolus scoffs and tugs Noctis’ hips back into his next thrust, causing them both to groan loudly. “We both know it will take you more than a few minutes to get it up again, Specs. We’re not as young as our sweet princess here.”
Noctis groans at the nickname, but he doesn’t have it in him to do more than clench weakly around Gladiolus’ throbbing cock. He knows he’s close, can feel the stretch and burn of Gladiolus’ knot bumping and pulling at his rim. Noctis doesn’t think it will take much for him to come again, either.
“You’re still a bunch of assholes,” Noctis says weakly.
“Yeah,” Prompto says, almost dreamily. “But you love us.” He presses his next kiss to Noctis’ nose and grins widely. “You came back to us.”
Noctis’ heart drops to his stomach right as Gladiolus pushes his knot in past the tight ring of muscle. It pops out on the next thrust, not quite swollen enough to tie, but the slick sound is enough to keep Prompto from questioning his change in expression. Ignis’ fingers tighten gently in his hair, reassuring.
“Fuck, I’m sorry,” Prompto says. He thumbs Noctis’ cock head, spreading the precum even though he’s still sticky with lube. “Close your eyes and let us take care of you for once…”
“For once, the puppy has a good idea,” Gladiolus says. His voice is strained and his fingers are digging bruises into his hips, nails sharp enough to cut. His knot presses into him again, with some gentle grinding encouragement, and this time it’s too swollen to pop back out.
The last few thrusts are shallow and sharp, his knot not leaving Gladiolus with much room to thrust. It’s enough to make Noctis come though, his cock spurting weakly into Prompto’s fist and his hole clenching tightly around the knot inside of him. It’s enough to set Gladiolus off, to have him double over Noctis’ back and bite his shoulder as he comes.
Noctis can feel it pulsing inside of him, filling him up. A month ago - ten years ago - Ignis would have insisted on condoms and pulling out, or at the very least making sure Noctis and Prompto took their pills first. For the first time in a long time, Noctis feels sated and full. There’s hormones in his brain, and in Prompto’s, something about having an Alpha come in them will always sate, but this is more than that.
This is Noctis being literally pinned into place with the only three people who have ever truly known and loved him for him, not for what he represented. These were his mates and they were his home, whether they were camping at a haven or renting some rickety caravan that’s seen plenty of breedings in it’s time.
Noctis was home.
Re: Promptis, not the intended use
Date: 2017-01-22 07:26 am (UTC)FILL: Eleventh Hour Reprieve [3/3]
Date: 2017-01-22 07:46 am (UTC)There was no way for the four of them to sleep comfortably on one bed. They debated moving the cots and dragging the mattresses to the floor, but there was no way to do so without irrevocably damaging them. Noctis didn’t care, not really, but Ignis ever existed as the voice of reason among them.
It’s Ignis that Noctis’ curls up with that night, but only for the fact Gladiolus and Ignis were too big to share and Prompto squirmed too much for Ignis to find any rest beside him. It’s fitting, in a way. Ignis was his first, after all.
Still, Ignis sleeps with his back to the wall and Noctis pressed against him as a small spoon. He can’t sleep despite his exhaustion, and the gentle sounds of his mates’ breathing does nothing to calm him. It’s not enough. He wasn’t expecting it to be.
Soon, they’re going to be walking the streets of Insomnia and Noctis is going to reclaim his rightful throne.
Ignis and Gladiolus and Prompto are going to fall apart without him, again, but there’s nothing he can do to prevent that from happening.
Noctis’ breath shudders, wetness prickling at the corners of his eyes, and Ignis’ grip around his waist tightens instinctively, protectively. He twists in Ignis’ grasp, rolling enough to face him and he knows the signs of Ignis’ starting to stir; the wrinkle of his nose and the long arch of his spine.
“Shh,” Noctis whispers in the dark. He touches Ignis’ face, rubbing soothing circles on his temple. “Sleep.”
“You’re not,” Ignis accuses, his voice barely a murmur. He doesn’t open his eyes, but Noctis supposes he doesn’t need to. “What troubles you?”
For a long while, Noctis isn’t sure how to answer. He just continues the slow, gentle circles to Ignis’ temple and relishes the silky feeling of his darkened hair under his fingertips. He doesn’t know how to broach the subject and he doesn’t know if he even has any right to.
“Noctis?” Ignis asks, his brow furrowing even in the dark. He brings his hand from Noctis’ waist to his face, fingers tracing the lines of his lips in the dark. “Are you alright?”
His vision is wet and blurry and his throat is making it hard to talk. “Fuck me?”
At first, Ignis doesn’t seem to understand the invitation. His breathing is shallow and tough gentle, but Noctis leans in to kiss him and Ignis sighs heavily against his lips. He doesn’t resist when Ignis rolls him onto his back, fumbling in the dark for the second bottle of lube. They don’t need it, Noctis is still stretched and sticky from earlier, but he doesn’t object to the tentative press of Ignis’ fingers inside him.
It tingles in a way that makes him want to squirm, but then the cool soothing feeling comes and Noctis melts right into it. Numbing, Noctis thinks tiredly, and he can see why Prompto likes it. His asshole feels like it’s on fire after taking Gladiolus’ knot and Ignis’ gentle prep work is oddly soothing.
Ignis presses their foreheads together as he pushes inside him, shaky breaths mingling as they rock together. Their lips brush, wet and opened mouth, but there’s no desperation. There is no rush to their coupling, not like there was before. Ignis frames Noctis’ smaller body with his own, hiding him from the world. He only intends to exhaust him to the point that sleep will find him.
Noctis’ cock barely has anything to give as he spills between them, Ignis’ knot tying them together tight. He wraps his arms around the Alpha and buries his face in Ignis’ shoulder. He can’t stop the slow spread of tears but he hopes it’s enough to muffle his choked sobs.
“My sweet prince,” Ignis says. He sounds as wrecked as Noctis feels. It’s the worst position for them to be tied in for this, but it’s better this way. Ignis has no choice but to keep him shielded and press kisses into his sweaty hair. “It’s alright, we understand, it’s okay.”
It’s not okay. It’s never going to be okay.
He falls asleep with Ignis still inside of him and silent tears streaming down his face.
“Should have known it was going to end this way,” Gladiolus says. He hesitates to ruffle Noctis’ hair, and settles for squeezing his shoulder tightly through his royal raiment. “You’re a good kid. A bit of a brat, but you always did the right thing.”
“This is so unfair,” Prompto says. He holds his camera, flicking through the pictures that remain. He looks just as ready to start crying as Noctis feels. “We just got you back.”
“We’ll be okay,” Ignis says. He squeezes Noctis’ arm, just above his elbow. The same spot he used to gently guide Noctis with. “This time, we’ll look after each other. I’ll make sure of it.”
“I’ll wait for you,” Noctis promises. He doesn’t know what the Beyond entails, but he will wait for them for eternity if he has to. The longer they stay here, alive and happy and healthy, the better. Noctis will wait forever.
“What about Lady Lunafreya?” Promptis asks, and it’s a punch to the gut.
Noctis was never supposed to keep them. Ignis and Gladiolus and Prompto, he was supposed to let them all go a long time ago. He was never supposed to get so attached. He loves Lunafreya, the idea of her and the warmth of her, but it isn’t the same kind of love he shares with the men in front of him.
Swallowing around the lump in his throat, Noctis shakes his head. “I’ll wait for you,” he says, with more conviction. He has to fight the urge to pull them all in for one last kiss yet again. They’d had their last goodbyes at camp. This shouldn’t be as hard as it is.
There’s nothing left to say that won’t leave broken hearts. Noctis turns his back before he has to hear Prompto’s soft sob and see the pained look on Gladiolus’ face. Ignis will take care of them all. This time, they’ll take care of Ignis, too.
Everything is going to be alright.
Noctis waits, Lunafreya by his side, his hand tangled in her own. She understands, she always understands him even when he doesn’t understand himself.
Dawn breaks and morning comes and they wait.
FILL: hold the key (2/2), gladio/noctis, cock cage
Date: 2017-01-22 07:59 am (UTC)“Wait,” Noct mumbles into Gladio’s mouth one night. He licks Gladio’s lip in apology as he pulls away, rubbing his face along Gladio’s stubble and then over his chest, pausing to suck idly at a nipple. Gladio grits his teeth.
“What are you doing.” It’s not so much a question as a plea. Gladio can’t believe Noct can wreck him so thoroughly; he’s supposed to be the harsh one, not giving in to the prince’s every whim.
“I want to try something.” Noct’s thin, clever fingers hook into Gladio’s waistband and pull. Gladio hisses as he’s exposed to the air, cock hard, balls cinched tight by the cage.
“What,” Gladio gets out, before Noct leans his head down and licks him. “Oh f--”
The visual is so good: Noct with his eyes closed and his tongue out, wet and pink on him, between the silver lines of the cage, almost better than how it feels, how it hurts--
Noct looks up at the raw noise that emerges from Gladio’s throat. “You can’t get all the way hard with this one, right?”
Gladio’s fingers clench tight enough to feel the strain in his knuckles. “Yeah.”
Something deep and dark flashes through Noct’s eyes. His mouth quirks in a satisfied smirk identical to King Regis’ when things go his way in the Council. “Good.”
Gladio wonders, half hysterically as Noct bends his head down again, just what he’s unleashed.
A week later, he gives Noct his key.
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I'M REALLY SORRY I could only get one of your +s in there i really wanted the milking at least but it just. wasn't working so I.. just.. finished it and posted augh. IF SOMEBODY ELSE WANTS TO DO A FILL TOO, PLEASE, GO FOR IT.
Re: Aranea/Ignis, Pegging
Date: 2017-01-22 08:38 am (UTC)Prompto/Noctis Fem!Prompto
Date: 2017-01-22 08:39 am (UTC)Re: Fill: A Weaver's Hands 1/?
Date: 2017-01-22 08:56 am (UTC)Prompto/Noctis in an arcade
Date: 2017-01-22 09:00 am (UTC)Bonus points if they put in way too many coins for extra time.
Bonus points if they almost get caught.
Extra bonus points if one of them cums on the seat and they freak out.
Re: FILL: Eleventh Hour Reprieve [3/3]
Date: 2017-01-22 09:07 am (UTC)Re: Any/Noctis Papa Bear
Date: 2017-01-22 09:07 am (UTC)Nocticest, Omen!Noctis x Timeskip!Noctis, Ardyn watches
Date: 2017-01-22 09:53 am (UTC)Re: Fill: A Weaver's Hands 1/?
Date: 2017-01-22 09:54 am (UTC)Re: Microfill
Date: 2017-01-22 10:32 am (UTC)dark!Luna/Any, non-con
Date: 2017-01-22 11:52 am (UTC)I accept anything.
Luna turned chocobros into her sex slaves? Good luck. Luna goes full Cersei Lannister mode? You are welcome. Luna tortured Iris to death for date with Noctis? Oh, yes.
Any pairings and kinks. Let Luna have some fun.
Prompto/Noctis
Date: 2017-01-22 12:22 pm (UTC)Re: dark!Luna/Any, non-con
Date: 2017-01-22 01:33 pm (UTC)Re: Gladio/Prompto - A/B/O friends with benefits
Date: 2017-01-22 01:39 pm (UTC)because if not, I'll write this
quick question, does OP have a preference for whether Noctis and Ignis are alpha, beta or omega?
Re: FILL: hold the key (2/2), gladio/noctis, cock cage
Date: 2017-01-22 01:41 pm (UTC)Don't worry about the pluses, anon this is freaking amazing! Thank you :)
Re: Noctis/Promto, Mafia AU, Body in the trunk of the Regalia
Date: 2017-01-22 01:50 pm (UTC)I am so into this but I don't think I have the talent to do this prompt justice. So I'm just gonna be prayin to the six that somebody writes this for us
Noctis/Prompto, prompto's role is to give sexual relief
Date: 2017-01-22 02:07 pm (UTC)cue noctis' bitch fit
and then cue ignis (or idk regis?) coming up with the idea that they might be able to get prompto accepted by the council if they cite that he's there for sexual relief
I just want angst and things that drag prompto's self-esteem down then get raised up again by the chocobros (I'm sorry I know it's cruel)
bonus points if they have to prove prompto's 'use' at one point
Re: Prompto/Regis, Noctis, family dinners just got really awkward.
Date: 2017-01-22 03:12 pm (UTC)I'm glad I'm not the only one who sees something hot in Regis/Prompto
SECONDED!!!
(frozen) Re: Fill: Clarus/Regis, Intercrural Sex
Date: 2017-01-22 03:48 pm (UTC)I'm going to assume everyone in this thread is posting in good faith, but this is close to the asshole line some I'm going to freeze it.
Please feel free to contact me if you have any questions.
Re: dark!Luna/Any, non-con
Date: 2017-01-22 04:00 pm (UTC)Fill!
Date: 2017-01-22 04:05 pm (UTC)There were things he'd never noticed before nor hard paid exclusive attention to, but all Noctis can do at the moment is stare at them as the older teen goes through a rudimentary explanation of some math problem Noctis had pretended to get wrong. He's been tutoring him regularly for years now, but only recently has Noctis had an exceptional amount of difficulty trying to follow along. At first, he'd chalked it up to pure exhaustion, his body embroiled in normal hormone-charged lethargy and fatigue as he outgrows his bones faster than he can keep up with. He'd then blamed it on too much training and not enough time decompressing and relaxing, leaving his mind to wander a lot more than usual -his biggest distraction in the form of his advisor and chamberlain, Ignis.
He can't exactly figure out why of all people he keeps fixating on him lately except that he's found himself staring at his face a lot and extracting new bits of information that he'd probably filed away as inconsequential and unnecessary before, but now, he can't seem to ignore the play of light across Ignis' irises, the way the shade erratically shifts between blue and green, nor the long slope of his nose or the precision in the curve of his eyebrows that lines up with the top rim of his glasses. There are too many small details to digest, each one more fascinating than the next.
Most people probably wouldn't notice he has faint moles on his face, the color fairly easily blending in to his skin, but Noctis mentally connects the dots as Ignis draws a diagram on the paper before him, lines lost to the blurred motion of his sketching. Noctis can only fixate his gaze across Ignis' smooth forehead, unaware he's even unconsciously craning his head forward until Ignis stops drawing completely and turns his gaze upwards.
"Is there an ink stain on my forehead?" Ignis asks him, expressing some rare self-consciousness while his fingers reach out to rub the same spot that links up to Noctis' line of sight.
Noctis' eyes immediately flick downwards, ignoring the way heat crawls along the sides of his neck as he forces himself to concentrate on the paper between them.
"Just counting the wrinkles growing there from you worrying so much."
That seems to draw a slightly bemused look from Ignis who taps the diagram with his pen tip.
"I'd have far less if you weren't constantly testing my patience."
That does make Noctis feel slightly guilty, well aware he's eating into Ignis' personal time here. He probably has other duties he should be taking care of, and it's not as though he really needs the extra help in math. He'd been getting straight A's all semester, but he hadn't wanted to spend the evening alone again, trapped inside his apartment with only troubling memories to keep him company. It hadn't been easy living completely alone since he'd moved out of the Citadel, and while he thought he'd be happier this way, the loneliness was often palpable in the evenings without the bustling of servants around him or even his father's stern voice to keep him company.
He tries to follow Ignis' explanation more closely this time, though his mind keeps erratically scrambling its own thoughts around, and all Noctis ends up focusing on is Ignis' mouth again, the way each half hypnotically touches the other languidly before separating -following the shapes of the words that come out. His skin feels hotter and itchier under his uniform the more he stares, and there's sweat growing between his fingers, dampening the web of skin there and leaving Noctis to discreetly wipe them on his pant legs.
"Noct?"
Ignis' voice drags him back to the present, the sound of it softened with concern as Ignis studies him closely.
"Did you listen to anything I just said?"
"Yeah, yeah," Noctis brushes him off even though he's struggling to remember even a single word of it right now.
His heart won't still in his chest, playing a frantic beat across the inside of his rib cage as Ignis starts up again, and this time, Noctis' eyes follows the long temples of his glasses, tracing along the metal length of it to where they casually rest on his ears. There's a darker mole on the shell of his ear, the color starkly contrasting the rest of the pale skin around it, and Noctis' fingers are twitching again with the eerie urge to touch it -press his fingertip and move along the shape of the shell just to feel the texture of the marked skin beneath. Would it be any different than touching anywhere else on his body?
But he blots that thought out hastily just as quickly as it forms, knowing it's a reckless and errant urge, one that has no business existing because this is Ignis right in front of him. Not anyone else. They've known each other for years now -have grown up together as practically brothers only with hierarchy wedging them apart. Under any other circumstance, they would never have met nor had any business knowing one another, but right now, they're indelibly tied to each other's fates.
It's something that leaves him feeling more scattered than he'd like to admit because he's always wanted to traipse across those boundaries between prince and chamberlain and to just have a more casual bond with him -call them friends, if he wants to be generous. But Ignis holds him at arm's length at all times and only ever touches him to dress his wounds or fuss over him when he's sick.
That distance has never felt more palpable than it does now with Ignis obliviously rattling off some explanation while Noctis can't bring himself to stop letting his eyes wander where his hands can't, feeling a mess of impulses inside before recklessness wins him over. In an instant, unguarded and unfocused, his hands reach out, and he touches both Ignis' ears at once to playfully unhook his glasses from them.
"Noct-" Ignis begins warningly, an edge of irritation laced into his voice that Noctis ignores as he removes the glasses more fully from his face but not without briefly and indulgently sliding his middle and index finger along the impossibly soft surface of his ears.
Both Ignis' hands rise to try and physically stop him, but Noctis moves too quickly, stealing his glasses and plunking them down on his own face before blinking quizzically behind them. To his surprise, Ignis' vision isn't as bad as he'd always thought. He actually doesn't have that much trouble seeing with his glasses on as his eyes flick around the room quickly before landing squarely on Ignis' annoyed expression.
"I understand these lessons are very dull for you compared to warp striking up the Citadel, but that's no excuse to snatch my glasses."
His fingers try to reach out and grab them again, but Noctis moves out of the way fast enough, unable to help giving Ignis a small cheeky grin.
"You sure you even need these? Here I thought you were practically blind all these years, but you were just using them for looks, weren't you?"
A soft sigh leaves Ignis' lips as he tries to snatch the glasses once more to no avail. "Yes, I do. Even though my vision hasn't degraded that much, I would rather see things as clearly as possible."
That sentiment is so undeniably Ignis that Noctis doesn't even question it, but he does scramble out of the chair and move around to the other side of the table, holding the glasses hostage on his face. It's been years since he last played around with Ignis like this, remembering all his attempts as a child had been rebuffed.
No matter what toys he'd brought to Ignis, he never acquiesced in playing with him at all, preferring to stick to his duty of watching over him. It had left him feeling disappointed sometimes, though he had managed to at least goad him into a game of hide and go seek on more than one occasion -a game Ignis was an expert at because he always knew exactly where to find him.
"How long are you going to hold my glasses captive? I'm only here for another hour, and we need to finish going over your lesson."
"Don't know," Noctis replies with a shrug, "I kind of like them. Maybe I should start wearing fake glasses, too."
"I told you. They're not fake."
He sounds so offended by the insinuation that Noctis almost wants to laugh. Imagine Ignis actually doing something out of pure vanity instead of practicality. It couldn't hurt for him to let loose once in a while, knowing it must physically hurt him sometimes to be so uptight.
"Noct-," Ignis intones warningly, holding his hand out towards him.
In response, Noctis nudges the glasses up the bridge of his nose in a perfect imitation of the way Ignis always does it before mimicking one of his standing poses, too, arms crossed stiffly over his chest and face squared into the most serious expression he can muster. The whole effect has Ignis raising an eyebrow in his direction before he marches right over to him to pull the glasses free from his face.
"I do not look like that."
Again, the amount of offense his voice is weirdly endearing, and Noctis smiles to himself before catching an unfiltered glimpse of Ignis' face without his glasses on. It's only a brief flash, but it's enough to make his heart lodge itself into the base of his throat as he openly stares at how warmer and richer the color of his eyes are without the lens from his glasses in the way. His brows also look more pronounced and austere where they rest over them, unequivocally mesmerizing even if Noctis can't quite articulate to himself why it's even that appealing to him at the moment. He just knows that it is, his body having a base reaction to the sheer sight that leaves him embroiled in more thoughts and questions, too much for him to cope with at once.
Ignis stares back at him in concern before idly reaching out to comb his fingers through his fringe, absently fixing it for Noctis, and the touch feels so raw and warm against his skin that the rest of his body flares up without warning, his nerves twisting in on themselves all across the surface of his skin while Noctis has to consciously remind himself to breathe.
When the fingers withdraw, the absence of them leaves him feeling naked and exposed, desperate for a little more even though he knows he won't ask or chase the touch at all. There's no point in doing so when he knows whatever is going on with him right now is something that wouldn't be reciprocated. At best, Ignis might see through him and acknowledge it. However, it definitely feels like it's pulsing more and more strongly everyday to the point where he might eventually burst out of his flesh if he keeps ignoring it.
His feet absently carry him behind Ignis as he slides back into the seat next to him, and he's all too aware of the sound of his own breathing, the open-mouthed exhalations that suddenly seem too loud in the stillness of the room. In his peripheral, Ignis returns his attention to the math book, seemingly ignoring him as he concentrates on the lesson, but Noctis notes the tension around his jaw and neck like he's also aware that the atmosphere around them has shifted without warning.
"Can we now return to implicit and inverse function theorems, or do you intend on distracting me once again?"
"I'm listening."
Sort of. As usual, it's always his eyes that do the listening for him, once again following the dance of words that are loosened from between Ignis' lips and the casual, nonchalant way his tongue wets the surface of his mouth when its dry. Both things that shouldn't affect him at all, but Noctis feels like his bones want to writhe from inside his skin each time, and his pulse just won't stop vibrating erratically. His mind replays the sensation of having Ignis' fingers brush over his forehead and touch his hair a thousand times with obsessive fury, and he's left trying to hold it together externally until Ignis pushes the pen in his hands, fingers absently tangling with his for a moment.
That's when Noctis' snaps to attention, reminded how sweat-damp his own skin must feel at the moment, and he ducks his head like he wants to disappear before his fingers shakily try and solve the problem before him. It all comes to him unconsciously, the theorems he'd impressed into his mind enough times from studying, and for all that people call him lazy and unmotivated, he does retain things better than he lets on. He doesn't even have to think before the pen starts scratching across the paper, and Ignis watches him curiously.
"I'm starting to wonder if you even need any tutoring at all. You solved that in far less time than I thought it'd take you."
Noctis tries to shrug off the feat casually, feeling like he's being dissected once more as Ignis eyes him. Is he that obvious? Maybe he should have pretended to struggle a bit, but his own pride won't let him sometimes.
"Must be the work of my naggy tutor."
"Must be," Ignis replies, though he doesn't look convinced he had any hand in it.
After a moment, he starts to pack up all their materials and prepare to leave, though it's clear from his expression that something is puzzling him, the pieces of a mystery haphazardly floating somewhere in his head as he carefully sets everything inside his bag. Noctis doesn't deign to ask him about it, only absently trailing after him to the door, though he pauses when Ignis abruptly turns around to face him from far too close.
His eyes pierce through him unrepentant this time, and Noctis unconsciously braces himself, unsure what to really expect.
"You don't …have to pretend. If you need the company, you can simply ask."
Those words are not as startling as the way he says them, that soft compassionate tone that he's unused to hearing from Ignis but welcomes nevertheless. There's something very soothing about the lilting timber of those words, and Noctis finds himself as touched by them as he is embarrassed, his own eyes immediately darting away.
"'night, Ignis," is all he can bring himself to murmur in response even though his body is now throbbing frantically in place with the same unnamed emotion that's been coursing through him this entire evening. It feels wholly undeniable at that moment, and he can't stop from wanting to ask Ignis to stay a bit longer even though the words don't make it out.
The door shutting seals that thought completely, feeling final, yet the implication is there. Ignis would come by anytime if he just asks. Now, if only Noctis could ever bring himself to do it.
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[ Don't know if this is what you wanted, but I tried a bit! ]
Re: Ignis + Chocobros Bad Influence Ignis
Date: 2017-01-22 04:14 pm (UTC)