[He allows the kiss to break only when he needs to come up for air, and even then, it's only barely. His fingers are splayed flat against the small of Noct's back, those belonging to his other hand still threaded through the prince's hair, the warm press of their bodies electrifying in its own right, an age-old, deep-seated desire that he's never been bold enough to act on. For all his confidence, there was a line he had never dared to cross, not until now.
He claims Noct's lips again, catching the bottom lip between his teeth as he arches his back beneath him, just enough to press further against his inviting warmth, a heat that had nothing to do with fever.]
[ he groans into ignis' mouth, low and needy, shuddering at the feeling of his advisor arching up underneath him. there's a part of him that still can't quite believe that this is happening -- it must be some fever-dream, surely, his imagination using his overheated brain as an excuse to run wild.
... and yet, ignis is a delightfully real and solid presence beneath him, pressing up into him and reacting so sweetly to everything that noctis does. so he can't help but want to seize this for all that he can, to kiss ignis greedily until he's sure that he'll never forget the taste of his mouth or the heat of his --
. . .
wait, hang on.
and ignis gets absolutely no warning as noctis suddenly rips away abruptly from the kiss, turning his head just in time to avoid sneezing directly into the other man's face. ... nice. that was a sexy move. ]
this thread is so relevant to my sick sick life right now
[And just like that, everything comes screeching to a halt. Ignis freezes for half a moment before laughing, exhaling slowly as he drags a hand over his eyes.
Only Noct.]
Perhaps this isn't the best time for this.
[And yet any time spent with Noct is precious, as far as he's concerned, cold or otherwise.]
[His smile softens, and he shakes his head as he lets one hand travel down the length of Noct's spine, coming to rest at the small of his back, hoping to offer some degree of reassurance.]
I could never.
[He never has so far, anyway, even if it had taken him until now to act.]
Have I ever put anything or anyone before you, Noct?
[ he wasn't expecting to hear that, and it's enough to make him fluster, pink creeping up the nape of his neck and into his cheeks. ... so he ends up tucking his head underneath ignis' chin to earn himself a little respite, fingers curling loosely in the fabric of his shirt. ]
... it's not that.
[ he's not insecure enough to doubt his importance in ignis' life -- if nothing else, ignis is utterly committed to his duty, and he doubts that anyone else will be able to ever usurp that priority. but... ] ... but you might change your mind. Or decide it's a bad idea. Or something.
[Of course, Noctis' fears weren't unfounded. There was no denying that Ignis was almost painfully dedicated to his responsibilities, and this could be seen as a conflict of interests-- but if it was, it was a conflict that had been present for a very long time, and certainly wasn't going anywhere anytime soon.
He shakes his head slightly, crooking his index finger beneath Noct's chin to tip it upwards.]
I won't. I have never lied to you. I don't intend to start now.
[ he lets himself be nudged gently upwards, eyes searching over ignis' face for a long moment as if he's confirming something for himself. ... and finally, instead of speaking, he just...! holds out an extended pinky finger solemnly, looking for the same promise they used to exchange as kids. ]
[ he squeezes their pinkies together, and then... relaxes with a little grin, the tension unknotting from his shoulders. it's not like he ever doubted that ignis would lie to him, but having a little extra insurance never hurts, right? and besides, having the throwback to their childhood is enough to make him oddly warm all over, a reminder of simpler times.
so he rolls off of ignis without any further protests, nestling up against his side with a stifled little yawn. ]
Guess 'kissing it better' doesn't work on colds, huh?
[Still, he certainly doesn't stop Noct from pulling up against him, and he shifts to put his arm around the prince's shoulders, letting his own warmth encircle his royal charge.]
Though at this point, I'd be surprised if I don't catch it, as well-- but you know what they say. Misery does love company.
[Ignis frowns slightly at the cough, displeased with how severe it sounds already. He offers Noct a careful squeeze around his shoulders, a show of reassurance and, he hopes, comfort.]
I suppose it does. Six preserve us, we might as well drink poison.
[ noctis just takes the squeeze as invitation enough to scoot himself closer, tucking up against ignis' warmth. it'd be easy to fall asleep like this, honestly -- the fever has sapped the strength right out of him, and being snuggled up like this is enough to make him feel warm and safe. there's a part of him that wants to fight it, for some fear that this closeness won't last until the morning, but his eyes are already impossibly heavy. ]
Hmm... guess that leaves... the healing powers of fast food?
[Ignis, naturally, has neither the heart nor desire to tell Noct to remove himself-- even if this does mean it's exponentially more likely that he'll wake up sick, himself. Once more, he strokes Noct's hair back from his face, his gaze moving up to the pitched ceiling of their tent as he lets out a low, withered sigh.]
I suppose it's better than the alternative. [Even if it's a nutritional disaster.] We have to eat something. It's fine, every once in awhile.
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He claims Noct's lips again, catching the bottom lip between his teeth as he arches his back beneath him, just enough to press further against his inviting warmth, a heat that had nothing to do with fever.]
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... and yet, ignis is a delightfully real and solid presence beneath him, pressing up into him and reacting so sweetly to everything that noctis does. so he can't help but want to seize this for all that he can, to kiss ignis greedily until he's sure that he'll never forget the taste of his mouth or the heat of his --
. . .
wait, hang on.
and ignis gets absolutely no warning as noctis suddenly rips away abruptly from the kiss, turning his head just in time to avoid sneezing directly into the other man's face. ... nice. that was a sexy move. ]
this thread is so relevant to my sick sick life right now
Only Noct.]
Perhaps this isn't the best time for this.
[And yet any time spent with Noct is precious, as far as he's concerned, cold or otherwise.]
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... what if you end up changing your mind? [ but there's a note of uncertainty underneath the rest, wavering and unsure. ] About this, I mean.
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I could never.
[He never has so far, anyway, even if it had taken him until now to act.]
Have I ever put anything or anyone before you, Noct?
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... it's not that.
[ he's not insecure enough to doubt his importance in ignis' life -- if nothing else, ignis is utterly committed to his duty, and he doubts that anyone else will be able to ever usurp that priority. but... ] ... but you might change your mind. Or decide it's a bad idea. Or something.
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He shakes his head slightly, crooking his index finger beneath Noct's chin to tip it upwards.]
I won't. I have never lied to you. I don't intend to start now.
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Of course.
He crooks his own pinky in return, hooking it against Noctis'.]
A promise.
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so he rolls off of ignis without any further protests, nestling up against his side with a stifled little yawn. ]
Guess 'kissing it better' doesn't work on colds, huh?
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[Still, he certainly doesn't stop Noct from pulling up against him, and he shifts to put his arm around the prince's shoulders, letting his own warmth encircle his royal charge.]
Though at this point, I'd be surprised if I don't catch it, as well-- but you know what they say. Misery does love company.
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... well, I guess that leaves Prompto in charge of the cooking, huh?
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I suppose it does. Six preserve us, we might as well drink poison.
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Hmm... guess that leaves... the healing powers of fast food?
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I suppose it's better than the alternative. [Even if it's a nutritional disaster.] We have to eat something. It's fine, every once in awhile.