Nyx woke up early-morning the next day with a start and it takes him a moment to remember where he's at.
Recognizing the ceiling of the prince's bedroom, he looked down to see the rumpled sheets and blanket tossed away and the very prince he was meant to be guarding was gone. Sitting up though, he heard the shower running in the next room. Rubbing his hands tiredly up and down his face and feeling a night's old stubble along his chin and jawline, he swung his legs off the bed and grabbed for his boots to start tugging them on. Just as he was pulling on the first boot, Noctis himself emerged from the bathroom in nothing but a towel around his waist.
The Glaive and the Prince stared openly at one another, Nyx keeping still as bright blue eyes gave him a slow once-over; before the young man walked up to him with an expression Nyx couldn't quite read. Unfortunately, it was hard to pull his eyes from the prince's chest, shining wet and flushed pink; Noctis was all lean muscle and light definition, soft lines and subtle curves. He was gorgeous and Nyx tightened his jaw to keep his mouth from falling open.
It was then he realized Noctis was stepping right up to him, stopping just between his feet on the cool floor, one hand clenched in the towel and the other balled in a loose fist at his side. Nyx looked up and met his open gaze and nearly lost his breath just then, because Noctis had eyes so blue, so bright and silver-like, they were ethereal in the morning light. He thought back to last night, when Noctis had practically waxed poetic about Nyx's eyes, while his own looked so unreal.
Nyx couldn't tear his eyes way from the prince's heavy gaze, the slow blink of his thick black lashes, the way his lips parted just so; he kept eye-contact as he lifted his hands to Noctis' narrow waist above the towel, noting the way those baby blues widened a fraction and his teeth scraped along his lower lip as Nyx's hands finally touched his skin. It was soft, slick, Nyx could feel the slight tremble in his abdominal muscles, as if Noctis was trying hard to stay still as he thumbed gentle circles above the jut of his hip bones. A tiny smile lifted the corners of the older man's mouth when Noctis took a step forward into his space, lifting his free hand to press against the back of the Glaive's hand.
Leaning forward slowly, never breaking their gaze, Nyx pressed a soft kiss against Noctis' stomach just above his navel; above him, a barely-audible sigh escaped the prince's parted lips and Nyx kept up the feathery kisses, around his navel and across his belly, he trailed kisses above the towel but never once tries to push it away or remove it. Nyx keeps his focus on the younger man's face, watching a flush of pink spread across his cheeks, down his neck—the color so sweet it reminded Nyx of pale roses, and quietly his thoughts strayed to just how lovely the prince looked in that moment.
Noctis was trembling at that point, the careful attention was different for him, and he suddenly dropped the towel when Nyx pulled away after a few more sweet kisses. Snapping out of his daze, and catching the sudden embarrassment in the prince's face, Nyx's eyes never left Noctis' face as he reached down for the cloth and wrapped the prince up again. He stood slowly, out of the other's space and bowed deeply.
"My apologies, your highness. I shouldn't have done that, but—" Nyx straightened again and his breath caught at the sight of those gorgeous eyes watching him so intently, "—you're beautiful, your highness."
Taking a fortifying breath and steeling himself, Nyx bent quickly to grab his boots and pick up his uniform coat from the nearby chair he'd left it on and tries not to think about how stupid and how really fucking inappropriate that was—when a hand on his arm stopped him. Nyx looked down to see Noctis staring up at him uncertainly, biting his lower lip as if he wasn't sure what to say or why he grabbed the Glaive (Nyx couldn't get the odd thought of cute out of his head in that moment). Nyx arched a questioning brow at the prince and the hand on his arm squeezed a bit.
"...I liked it. Uhm... you don't have to leave—if you don't want." Noctis spoke so quietly, with such a nervous energy; that alone made it harder for Nyx to walk away.
Nyx is so stunned, he lets Noctis tug him back to the bed and gently push him down on the covers again—automatically, Nyx's hands lifted to Noctis' waist as the prince rested his hands lightly on Nyx's shoulders. His eyes followed the slow creep of his palms up the Glaive's shoulders toward his neck, only to stop at the collar of his shirt and just before touching skin. Noctis is still nibbling on his lip, and he dropped his stare to meet the older man's, before his eyes flickering down again. After a moment, Nyx got the hint and leaned closer again, gaze meeting the prince's as he peppered light kisses from one hip to the other, keeping them chaste and simple as he went.
Minutes later, he pulled away and the full force of his stare met with the prince's, "Are you okay with this?"
Noctis gave him a short nod, but Nyx continued, "I need to hear you say it, your highness."
The young man hesitated only a minute, before the barest of shy smiles curved his lips and he spoke a breathy, "yes," because his cheeks are reddened and his chest is flushed a little pink as he pulls away entirely and sits on the bed next to Nyx, "Never been kissed like that before."
Noctis paused, then leaned up to lightly peck Nyx's cheek. He pulled back quickly enough as he fiddled with the edge of the towel in his lap. Nyx was still pleasantly surprised, but he held out his hand, palm up for the prince to take.
"Would you like more kisses? Yes or no?"
When Noctis gives him another soft "yes," Nyx turned enough to face him and cup his chin gently, then closed the short gap between them to kiss him; it's so soft, and so sweet, that Noctis sighs as he melts into it. But Nyx doesn't touch him anywhere else, not without asking permission each time. The quiet of the bedroom is broken only by whispered chants of "yes or no" between kisses down the younger man's neck and along his shoulders, between fingertip touches along his jaw and down his throat.
Carefully, Nyx guided him to lay back on his covers, supporting his larger bulk by his arms at either side of the prince's shoulders, giving him a searching look while something else swirled in his icy-blues. He eases himself down with restraint, and his kisses venture lower still, and the mantra continues until Nyx reaches just below his navel—meeting his eyes with warmth, that's what it was— when he pauses.
"I'll stop right now, if you're unsure. I won't take you anywhere you don't want to go. Yes or no?"
Noctis stares up at him, blinking a little quickly at the consideration. The Glaive was honestly asking his permission, treating him respectfully and kindly; who was this man and why had he never met him before?
His heart beats a little fast under that gaze as he takes a quick breath and the "yes" slips out on a gasp, and Nyx never once takes off the towel, but Noctis does push himself further up his bed to lay back, and the cloth splits enough to show an ample amount of thigh. Want emerges from the depths of Nyx and it's so sudden he's almost breathless, but he still asks first regardless.
"Can I kiss you here?" He points (he does not touch) to Noctis' thigh and the prince says "yes" a little eagerly, and Nyx feels the smile before he can fight it.
Nyx kisses every inch of exposed creamy skin until he reaches the prince's scrawny knees, covered in old scars and he smiles against the soft skin, kissing each little white mark; above him, Noctis is bright red, blushing so deeply he can feel his cheeks burn and his heart is like bird wings in his ribcage. A muffled whimper escaped him when he realized Nyx was kissing down the length of his leg, extending the limb with a firm hand cupping under his calf until the Glaive reached his ankle—where he pressed kisses on both sides. He did the same with the trembling prince's other leg, trailing playful kisses leading from his ankle to his knee—but no further, due to the towel draped over his thigh. Tentatively, Noctis started to open the towel where Nyx had tucked it around his waist earlier, but a quick hand darted up to stop him—when he looked, the older man was giving him a stern look.
"Not yet." He said, giving Noct's hand a reassuring squeeze, "Tell me what you want."
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Re: [FILL] Noctis/Nyx, Bodyguarding (2/5)
Date: 2017-08-01 05:09 am (UTC)Recognizing the ceiling of the prince's bedroom, he looked down to see the rumpled sheets and blanket tossed away and the very prince he was meant to be guarding was gone. Sitting up though, he heard the shower running in the next room. Rubbing his hands tiredly up and down his face and feeling a night's old stubble along his chin and jawline, he swung his legs off the bed and grabbed for his boots to start tugging them on. Just as he was pulling on the first boot, Noctis himself emerged from the bathroom in nothing but a towel around his waist.
The Glaive and the Prince stared openly at one another, Nyx keeping still as bright blue eyes gave him a slow once-over; before the young man walked up to him with an expression Nyx couldn't quite read. Unfortunately, it was hard to pull his eyes from the prince's chest, shining wet and flushed pink; Noctis was all lean muscle and light definition, soft lines and subtle curves. He was gorgeous and Nyx tightened his jaw to keep his mouth from falling open.
It was then he realized Noctis was stepping right up to him, stopping just between his feet on the cool floor, one hand clenched in the towel and the other balled in a loose fist at his side. Nyx looked up and met his open gaze and nearly lost his breath just then, because Noctis had eyes so blue, so bright and silver-like, they were ethereal in the morning light. He thought back to last night, when Noctis had practically waxed poetic about Nyx's eyes, while his own looked so unreal.
Nyx couldn't tear his eyes way from the prince's heavy gaze, the slow blink of his thick black lashes, the way his lips parted just so; he kept eye-contact as he lifted his hands to Noctis' narrow waist above the towel, noting the way those baby blues widened a fraction and his teeth scraped along his lower lip as Nyx's hands finally touched his skin. It was soft, slick, Nyx could feel the slight tremble in his abdominal muscles, as if Noctis was trying hard to stay still as he thumbed gentle circles above the jut of his hip bones. A tiny smile lifted the corners of the older man's mouth when Noctis took a step forward into his space, lifting his free hand to press against the back of the Glaive's hand.
Leaning forward slowly, never breaking their gaze, Nyx pressed a soft kiss against Noctis' stomach just above his navel; above him, a barely-audible sigh escaped the prince's parted lips and Nyx kept up the feathery kisses, around his navel and across his belly, he trailed kisses above the towel but never once tries to push it away or remove it. Nyx keeps his focus on the younger man's face, watching a flush of pink spread across his cheeks, down his neck—the color so sweet it reminded Nyx of pale roses, and quietly his thoughts strayed to just how lovely the prince looked in that moment.
Noctis was trembling at that point, the careful attention was different for him, and he suddenly dropped the towel when Nyx pulled away after a few more sweet kisses. Snapping out of his daze, and catching the sudden embarrassment in the prince's face, Nyx's eyes never left Noctis' face as he reached down for the cloth and wrapped the prince up again. He stood slowly, out of the other's space and bowed deeply.
"My apologies, your highness. I shouldn't have done that, but—" Nyx straightened again and his breath caught at the sight of those gorgeous eyes watching him so intently, "—you're beautiful, your highness."
Taking a fortifying breath and steeling himself, Nyx bent quickly to grab his boots and pick up his uniform coat from the nearby chair he'd left it on and tries not to think about how stupid and how really fucking inappropriate that was—when a hand on his arm stopped him. Nyx looked down to see Noctis staring up at him uncertainly, biting his lower lip as if he wasn't sure what to say or why he grabbed the Glaive (Nyx couldn't get the odd thought of cute out of his head in that moment). Nyx arched a questioning brow at the prince and the hand on his arm squeezed a bit.
"...I liked it. Uhm... you don't have to leave—if you don't want." Noctis spoke so quietly, with such a nervous energy; that alone made it harder for Nyx to walk away.
Nyx is so stunned, he lets Noctis tug him back to the bed and gently push him down on the covers again—automatically, Nyx's hands lifted to Noctis' waist as the prince rested his hands lightly on Nyx's shoulders. His eyes followed the slow creep of his palms up the Glaive's shoulders toward his neck, only to stop at the collar of his shirt and just before touching skin. Noctis is still nibbling on his lip, and he dropped his stare to meet the older man's, before his eyes flickering down again. After a moment, Nyx got the hint and leaned closer again, gaze meeting the prince's as he peppered light kisses from one hip to the other, keeping them chaste and simple as he went.
Minutes later, he pulled away and the full force of his stare met with the prince's, "Are you okay with this?"
Noctis gave him a short nod, but Nyx continued, "I need to hear you say it, your highness."
The young man hesitated only a minute, before the barest of shy smiles curved his lips and he spoke a breathy, "yes," because his cheeks are reddened and his chest is flushed a little pink as he pulls away entirely and sits on the bed next to Nyx, "Never been kissed like that before."
Noctis paused, then leaned up to lightly peck Nyx's cheek. He pulled back quickly enough as he fiddled with the edge of the towel in his lap. Nyx was still pleasantly surprised, but he held out his hand, palm up for the prince to take.
"Would you like more kisses? Yes or no?"
When Noctis gives him another soft "yes," Nyx turned enough to face him and cup his chin gently, then closed the short gap between them to kiss him; it's so soft, and so sweet, that Noctis sighs as he melts into it. But Nyx doesn't touch him anywhere else, not without asking permission each time. The quiet of the bedroom is broken only by whispered chants of "yes or no" between kisses down the younger man's neck and along his shoulders, between fingertip touches along his jaw and down his throat.
Carefully, Nyx guided him to lay back on his covers, supporting his larger bulk by his arms at either side of the prince's shoulders, giving him a searching look while something else swirled in his icy-blues. He eases himself down with restraint, and his kisses venture lower still, and the mantra continues until Nyx reaches just below his navel—meeting his eyes with warmth, that's what it was— when he pauses.
"I'll stop right now, if you're unsure. I won't take you anywhere you don't want to go. Yes or no?"
Noctis stares up at him, blinking a little quickly at the consideration. The Glaive was honestly asking his permission, treating him respectfully and kindly; who was this man and why had he never met him before?
His heart beats a little fast under that gaze as he takes a quick breath and the "yes" slips out on a gasp, and Nyx never once takes off the towel, but Noctis does push himself further up his bed to lay back, and the cloth splits enough to show an ample amount of thigh. Want emerges from the depths of Nyx and it's so sudden he's almost breathless, but he still asks first regardless.
"Can I kiss you here?" He points (he does not touch) to Noctis' thigh and the prince says "yes" a little eagerly, and Nyx feels the smile before he can fight it.
Nyx kisses every inch of exposed creamy skin until he reaches the prince's scrawny knees, covered in old scars and he smiles against the soft skin, kissing each little white mark; above him, Noctis is bright red, blushing so deeply he can feel his cheeks burn and his heart is like bird wings in his ribcage. A muffled whimper escaped him when he realized Nyx was kissing down the length of his leg, extending the limb with a firm hand cupping under his calf until the Glaive reached his ankle—where he pressed kisses on both sides. He did the same with the trembling prince's other leg, trailing playful kisses leading from his ankle to his knee—but no further, due to the towel draped over his thigh. Tentatively, Noctis started to open the towel where Nyx had tucked it around his waist earlier, but a quick hand darted up to stop him—when he looked, the older man was giving him a stern look.
"Not yet." He said, giving Noct's hand a reassuring squeeze, "Tell me what you want."