Ehhh so I went ahead and wrote both scenarios anyway. Here's the sweet one!
Noctis wakes up to find Ignis watching him. Again. With his hands folded modestly in his lap, hiding the evidence of his arousal. Noct yawns and stretches, letting the sheets slip teasingly away from his chest. Ignis looks away and Noct smirks. “I’ve told you before, it’s okay,” he tells his advisor.
“It’s not decent,” Ignis murmurs in response.
“Forget about ‘decent’,” Noct says. “I want it. How many times do I have to ask for it?”
Ignis is silent, and Noct rolls over in a huff. After a long moment, he hears Ignis moving; the bed dips and a kiss is pressed lightly against his shoulder. “Tonight, then,” Ignis whispers in his ear, and suddenly Noct can’t even think of going back to sleep.
Noct is distracted all day, twitchy, imagining what tonight will be like. He hopes he doesn’t wake too early, before Ignis can really enjoy himself. Maybe he’ll sleep through the whole thing and just wake up after it’s over, with Ignis’ come dripping out of him, slicking down his thighs.
He lays awake deep into the night, much later than usual, trying to quiet his mind so he can sleep. Ignis is already peacefully asleep beside him, and Noct tries to just match his breathing to the other man’s. Eventually, he begins to drift off.
He wakes slowly, hazily, feeling warm and stretched full. It’s amazing. Ignis is above him, holding most of his weight off Noct’s body, moving slowly inside of him. Noct keeps his eyes closed and his breathing as regular as possible, listening to Ignis’ harsh breathing and barely-voiced moans.
Finally, Noct can’t lie still anymore. He begins to stir, and Ignis goes still. “Mmh, don’t stop,” he says, and Ignis starts to move again, harder than before. Noct does his best to stay relaxed, pliant, and it’s easy because all he has to do is lie there and feel good.
It’s not long before Ignis gasps, groans, and shudders to a halt. He buries his face against Noct’s neck and catches his breath for a moment, then reaches down to start stroking Noct’s cock. It’s only minutes before he comes as well.
Always considerate, Ignis kisses Noct on the temple and gets up, and comes back with a damp cloth. Noct is too comfortable to move much even while being cleaned off, and when Ignis is done, he strokes Noct’s hair and says, “Go back to sleep. There’s a couple of hours yet before dawn.”
“Mm-hm,” Noct agrees drowsily. In the morning, he can work on convincing Ignis to indulge himself more often.
Fill: Ignis/Noctis, Somnophillia
Noctis wakes up to find Ignis watching him. Again. With his hands folded modestly in his lap, hiding the evidence of his arousal. Noct yawns and stretches, letting the sheets slip teasingly away from his chest. Ignis looks away and Noct smirks. “I’ve told you before, it’s okay,” he tells his advisor.
“It’s not decent,” Ignis murmurs in response.
“Forget about ‘decent’,” Noct says. “I want it. How many times do I have to ask for it?”
Ignis is silent, and Noct rolls over in a huff. After a long moment, he hears Ignis moving; the bed dips and a kiss is pressed lightly against his shoulder. “Tonight, then,” Ignis whispers in his ear, and suddenly Noct can’t even think of going back to sleep.
Noct is distracted all day, twitchy, imagining what tonight will be like. He hopes he doesn’t wake too early, before Ignis can really enjoy himself. Maybe he’ll sleep through the whole thing and just wake up after it’s over, with Ignis’ come dripping out of him, slicking down his thighs.
He lays awake deep into the night, much later than usual, trying to quiet his mind so he can sleep. Ignis is already peacefully asleep beside him, and Noct tries to just match his breathing to the other man’s. Eventually, he begins to drift off.
He wakes slowly, hazily, feeling warm and stretched full. It’s amazing. Ignis is above him, holding most of his weight off Noct’s body, moving slowly inside of him. Noct keeps his eyes closed and his breathing as regular as possible, listening to Ignis’ harsh breathing and barely-voiced moans.
Finally, Noct can’t lie still anymore. He begins to stir, and Ignis goes still. “Mmh, don’t stop,” he says, and Ignis starts to move again, harder than before. Noct does his best to stay relaxed, pliant, and it’s easy because all he has to do is lie there and feel good.
It’s not long before Ignis gasps, groans, and shudders to a halt. He buries his face against Noct’s neck and catches his breath for a moment, then reaches down to start stroking Noct’s cock. It’s only minutes before he comes as well.
Always considerate, Ignis kisses Noct on the temple and gets up, and comes back with a damp cloth. Noct is too comfortable to move much even while being cleaned off, and when Ignis is done, he strokes Noct’s hair and says, “Go back to sleep. There’s a couple of hours yet before dawn.”
“Mm-hm,” Noct agrees drowsily. In the morning, he can work on convincing Ignis to indulge himself more often.