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      Published: 2017-10-13 Completed: 2017-11-06 Chapters: 6/6 Words: 20664
****** Practical Education ******
by marmolita
Summary
     Noctis's cheeks are flushed, and he bites his lip. "I didn't mean
     like that. I mean-- can you teach me? Can you-- can you show me?
     You've done it, right?"
     "I have, though I'm not certain I understand what you're asking for,"
     Ignis says, brows drawing together as he considers. Noctis blushes
     more, cheeks darkening a rusty pink, and Ignis suddenly connects the
     dots. "Noctis, are you asking me to have sex with you?"
Notes
     This monstrosity is all thanks to this_kinkmeme_prompt, for
     "Brotherhood Era Noctis [16/17] decides he wants a more hands on
     approach to sex ed. Ignis enjoys this much more than he feels he
     should."
     I thought it was going to be a short one-shot, maybe like 2k? And yet
     here we are, as of the time I'm starting to post this, I've got 10k
     words written.
     WARNINGS: Noctis is somewhere in the 16-17 range, and Ignis is 19-20.
     In-universe, Noct is over the age of consent, but I figured I'd tag
     it underage for safety.
See the end of the work for more notes
***** Chapter 1 *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
"What's that you're working on?" Ignis unpacks the groceries and sets them on
the counter as Noctis runs a highlighter over a handout from school. "Science
homework?"
Noctis sighs. "Sex ed. It's a-- there are a lot of diagrams, ugh. They taught
us all of this back in middle school anyway, I don't know why we have to do the
same thing again. It's not like they're teaching us how to actually have sex,
that might be something more useful."
"What exactly are they teaching you?" Ignis asks mildly.
"Eggs, sperm, zygotes, uterus, seminal vesicles, all that. Again. Plus this
handout about STDs."
"Hmm, well, perhaps not everyone paid as much attention as you did the last
time. I expect most teenagers would benefit from a reminder about safe sex
practices in any case." He starts mincing vegetables into fine enough pieces
that Noctis won't notice them in his food, and Noctis sighs and turns back to
his homework. There's a comfortable silence for a while, as Noctis scribbles
away and Ignis cooks.
"Hey, Iggy?" Noctis asks, and Ignis glances up from his mixing bowl to see
Noctis looking at him curiously, cheeks slightly flushed.
"Yes, Noct?"
"Um. I remember all the stuff you told me, before, about-- illegitimate heirs
and arranged political marriages and favoritism."
Ignis blinks a few times. He recalls the conversation in question. When Noctis
had started high school, Ignis had been tasked with taking him aside to have a
slightly more royal version of the birds-and-the-bees talk, the gist of which
had been to make sure Noctis wouldn't fraternize with his fellow students in a
way that would cause problems for the Crown. "That's good," he says, pushing
his glasses up his nose. "I'm glad to have left an impression."
He goes back to work, mixing meat in with the minced vegetables along with the
other ingredients at hand, then turning it out into a loaf pan. He's just
finished sliding it into the oven when Noctis begins, "Do you think you could .
. . " and then trails off.
"Do I think I could what?"
"I mean, if I can't . . . if I'm supposed to have an arranged marriage, then-
- what am I-- how--" Noctis sighs in frustration. "Couldyouteachmeaboutsex?" he
asks in a rush, and Ignis has to stop and take a moment to process it into
distinct words. When he does, he sets down the dish cloth he was using to dry
his hands, and walks around the counter to take a seat at the table.
"I'm happy to answer any questions you may have," he says carefully, folding
his hands on the tabletop.
Noctis's cheeks are flushed, and he bites his lip. "I didn't mean like that. I
mean-- can you teach me? Can you-- can you show me? You've done it, right?"
"I have, though I'm not certain I understand what you're asking for," Ignis
says, brows drawing together as he considers. Noctis blushes more, cheeks
darkening a rusty pink, and Ignis suddenly connects the dots. "Noctis, are you
asking me to have sex with you?"
"No! I'm--" Noctis rubs his face with his hands. "Yes. Maybe?"
Ignis takes a breath to steady himself and counts to five in his head. He's
been trained to handle all types of uncomfortable situations without losing his
composure; surely he can handle this one. Of course, all that training was
about dealing with awkward situations involving Noctis, not awkward situations
involving himself. He clears his throat. "Perhaps if you can tell me a little
more about what it is you hope to gain from this, we can determine the best
course of action."
"I shouldn't have asked," Noctis says, stacking up his papers hastily. "It was
dumb. Sorry." He drops his pen on the floor in his fluster, and Ignis struggles
to regain control of the situation.
"Noct. Noct." Noctis pauses, looking up at him from where he's bent to retrieve
his pen. "I'm not offended. And I'm sure I've told you a thousand times that
there's no such thing as a stupid question. I'm here to help you learn, so
please, let's talk about this."
Noctis slowly sits back onto his chair and sets down the pen. He presses his
lips together in a tight line for a moment, then nods and relaxes. "I guess I-
- I guess I just feel like, I'm supposed to be confident and not get
embarrassed by things. And some day I'm supposed to get married and I'll be
expected to . . . to . . . "
"To perform?" Ignis asks gently.
Noctis nods. "But how am I going to do any of that if I'm not allowed to even
go on a date?"
"You're concerned that your lack of experience will cause problems for you,"
Ignis says, restating Noctis's words to ensure he understands, "both at the
time of your eventual marriage, and in your ability to comport yourself in
various other situations."
"Yeah," Noctis says, "and . . . "
"And?"
Noctis blushes again and looks away. "And maybe I just want to know what it's
like. Beyond eggs and sperm and zygotes."
"Let me think about it," Ignis says, getting up to check on the meatloaf even
though he's sure it won't be done for another half hour. "I'm sure we can find
a way to resolve this. In the meantime, why don't you finish up your homework
and I'll get dinner ready."
Noctis looks relieved. "Thanks, Specs," he says, flipping through his notebook,
"I dunno what I'd do without you."
***
Goal: Noctis is comfortable with sexuality.

Topics to cover:
    * Consent
    * Safety
    * Respecting his partner
    * Power dynamics
    * Anatomy (review)
    * Romance
    * Erogenous zones
    * Basic positions
    * Common terminology
Ignis taps his pen against his lips, staring down at the paper. He never quite
expected to find himself writing up a lesson plan on sex for the Crown Prince,
but he supposes it's not really any more humiliating than cleaning up garbage
from the floor of Noctis's apartment. All these topics can be covered by a
combination of conversation and tasteful pornography, without a need for more .
. . hands-on instruction. He tells himself firmly that he's not disappointed.
***
He shows up at Noctis's apartment prepared with a folder full of educational
materials, marked up with sticky notes and highlighter, and a dark plastic bag
with some DVDs. Noctis is on the couch playing video games, but he looks up
when Ignis comes in.
"Hey Ignis," Noctis greets him, "did you bring dinner?"
Ignis hefts the bag in his other hand, which is full of takeout. "From the
dumpling place by the Citadel."
Noctis's stomach growls immediately, and Ignis can't help chuckling. He sets
down his papers and starts unpacking the food as Noctis sets two places at the
table. "What are these papers for?" Noctis asks, curiously opening the folder.
"'What is consent?' Is this about--"
"Yes, I gave some thought to our conversation the other day." Ignis selects a
few pork dumplings and sets them on his plate before sitting down. "I put
together a lesson plan."
Noctis lets out a short, bemused laugh. "Of course you did."
"Yes, well. I brought some materials for you to go over on your own, then we
can discuss them when you've finished."
"Discuss them?" Noctis asks, biting into a shrimp dumpling.
"Mm. I believe we can accomplish our goals without . . . direct instruction."
Noctis flushes, then nods his head. "Okay," he says, and Ignis relaxes.
***
Noctis: iggy there are like four dvds in here
Noctis: they're two hours each
Noctis: did you want me to watch all of them?
Ignis thumbs through the messages, then types back, yes, they demonstrate a
wide range of activities.
There's a long pause before Noctis replies.
Noctis: ok.
Chapter End Notes
     Thanks as always to misswonderheart, the world's best beta!
***** Chapter 2 *****
There's a DVD case on the floor by the TV the next time Ignis comes over. It's
"Feminine Mystique," the one featuring all women. He'd selected it because it
contained a number of close-up shots showing female anatomy, and because he
figures part of becoming comfortable with sexuality is for Noctis to identify
what appeals to him. Ignis closes the empty case and sets it next to the DVD
player as he cleans up the room. It's hard not to imagine Noctis sitting on his
couch watching the couples, probably touching himself, but Ignis cuts off that
train of thought before it goes too far.
He doesn't mention it when Noctis arrives home, instead drilling him on the
contents of the immigration report he'd left the previous week.
***
It's two days later that he gets a text from Noctis that simply says, I'm done.
He replies, that was quick. i'll be by after school tomorrow and we can
discuss. pls consider what questions you have.
***
The DVDs and papers are stacked neatly on the coffee table when Ignis arrives.
He's not expecting Noctis for another fifteen minutes or so, so he opens the
folder to see if Noctis has left any notes.
There are some underlined passages, some question marks scribbled in the
margins, and a few places Noctis has written, simply, "Why?" However, there
aren't any specifics, so Ignis busies himself with preparing dinner. Noctis is
pleasant enough when he arrives, and doesn't seem inclined to jump right into
conversation, so Ignis waits until they've finished dinner, cleaned up, and
settled on the couch to address the elephant in the room, as it were.
"So," he says, "you reviewed all of the materials I left?" Noctis blushes and
nods, suddenly very interested in his own hands. "And did you prepare a list of
questions?"
Noctis sighs. "I don't really know where to start."
Ignis considers his hesitance, then decides to try a different approach.
"Alright then, let's start at the beginning. Tell me about what sort of
experience you have."
"E-- Experience? None, that's why we're doing this, isn't it?"
"Yes of course, I meant . . . Have you ever kissed anyone?"
Noctis's face turns an attractive pink. "Um. I kissed Prompto once."
Ignis raises his eyebrows in surprise. "Once?" he asks.
"Yeah, we-- he-- he said he wanted to practice, you know, so he wouldn't mess
up with girls. I figured it wouldn't count as . . . fraternization. He was here
in my apartment, it's not like anyone would see."
"I appreciate that you considered the ramifications," Ignis says. "How was it?"
"Uh, wet? I don't know. Messy. Good. I like Prompto." Noct's voice gets
quieter. "It was only one kiss. I didn't want to-- I was afraid I might--"
"Do you have feelings for him?" Ignis asks, a little hesitantly. This could
certainly introduce some complications.
"I don't know. Maybe. But I can't anyway so I just-- laughed it off, and he was
okay with it, and we didn't do it again."
"I see. And has there been anyone else?"
"No," Noctis says softly. "That's it."
Ignis adjusts his glasses as he thinks about how to proceed. He clears his
throat. He's going to have to push through the awkwardness and embarrassment of
the subject matter soon or later, so it may as well be sooner. "Do you
masturbate?"
Noctis's head jerks up, eyes wide. "What? Um." He blinks a few times, then
says, "Specs, you made me watch eight hours of porn videos. Are you seriously
asking me that?"
Ignis thinks he may be failing in his attempt not to blush, especially as his
stray thoughts from earlier are confirmed. "I'll take that as a yes, then. It's
quite healthy, nothing to be ashamed of."
"Uh, sure. They told us that in sex ed in school anyway. I don't really know
what difference it makes though."
"Well, you can never hope to have a successful sexual encounter if you don't
first know what you enjoy. It's important to communicate with your partner
about your preferences. That's . . . part of why I brought you the videos. I
thought you might want to see what appeals to you the most." Ignis pulls out
the folder of papers and grabs a pen and notebook, in case he needs to take
notes, though he's still not quite certain how this is going to go. "What do
you think about when you masturbate?"
He wasn't sure it was possible for Noctis's face to get any redder -- he
doesn't have the same fair complexion that his friend Prompto does, after all -
- but somehow it does. "I dunno. Nothing much I guess, just . . . it just feels
good."
"That's fine," he says reassuringly. "Were there any parts of the videos that
you particularly liked? There are no wrong answers, here."
Noctis stares down at his knees. ". . . I liked the kissing. And when they
were-- making out, I guess? When they still had their clothes on."
"Do you find that you prefer women? Or men?" It's a bit of a loaded question,
when they both know that Noctis is going to be tasked with producing an heir at
some point. If he has no interest in women it could cause some problems later,
but Ignis is fairly certain he's seen Noctis ogling female celebrities in
movies, so he doesn't think that's the case.
"Uh, both? I think?" He glances up at Ignis, then down again. "There were
things I liked in all of the videos. And--"
"And?"
"And some things that I didn't really get." Ahh, finally, Ignis has reached the
point they've been headed towards: finding out what Noctis actually wants to
know.
"I'm not surprised," he says. "I'm sure your class didn't cover all of the
different sex acts. Please, tell me what you found confusing and perhaps I can
explain."
"Well-- Okay, first of all, all of the guys in the videos had really big--
" Noctis makes a vague, somewhat lewd gesture that gets his point across quite
clearly. "Like way bigger than me, but I thought in school they said that the
range of normal sizes was smaller."
"Ah, yes, of course. I should have mentioned in my notes, but the physiques of
porn stars aren't exactly reflective of most people. The men they hire are
selected specifically for their large penises, as the women I'm sure you
noticed have particularly large breasts. Pornography is frequently not
reflective of real life."
"Well if it's not reflective of real life, then why did you give it to me?
Instead of . . . "
Noctis has a point, but Ignis doesn't think they need to go there yet. "While
there are many unrealistic aspects of it, it does do a good job of illustrating
various positions and anatomy features. I'm sure you noticed some differences
between the content of the videos and the handouts I gave you."
"Yeah, like you gave me five pages about consent and then in the video the
woman just starts stripping down in front of the electrician?"
Ignis clears his throat. "For example."
"Okay then, let's go back to the kissing. Is that part realistic? It looks
really-- nice, but then, there's lots of tongue, and saliva, and isn't it kind
of gross? And how do you do it anyway? The one time I tried, it was good, but
it was also a lot of like, noses and teeth and stuff. How do you breathe?"
It's not exactly something easy to explain. Ignis's first kiss had been with
one of the other Crownsguard recruits, and it had definitely been awkward to
start. He didn't really get the hang of it until they'd been stealing moments
to make out in empty conference rooms for at least a couple of weeks. "I'm
afraid that's something that's rather easier to demonstrate than to describe,"
he says, a little hesitantly.
"So kiss me," Noctis says, the blue of his eyes standing out against the pink
of his cheeks. "It wouldn't be my first." It's not horribly inappropriate if
it's for educational purposes, is it? Ignis can't help his gaze traveling down
to Noctis's mouth, his lips plump and inviting.
Ignis takes a breath. It's just a kiss. "Very well," he says, "but you must
tell me if you want to stop." He puts his hand on Noctis's face, tilting his
head for a better angle, then leans in and presses their lips together. He
starts slowly, mouth closed, gentle pressure against Noctis's lips which are
every bit as soft as they look. Pulling back, he opens his eyes to check in on
Noctis. Noctis's eyes are still closed, and his lips are slightly parted as he
leans forward for more. Ignis presses in again, slotting his mouth against
Noctis's, lips parted but still no tongue.
When he pulls back again, he tells Noctis, "Try to make your lips a little
firmer. I'm going to use tongue this time, alright?"
"Yeah," Noctis breathes, "alright," and when Ignis kisses him again it's a
little bit better, Noctis's mouth a little less slack, and when his tongue
slides into Noctis's mouth, Noctis meets him there.
It turns out that Noctis is a very quick learner, and after a while, Ignis
realizes with a start that he's forgotten all about what he's supposed to be
teaching and is just kissing Noctis for the pleasure of it. He pulls away,
opening his eyes to see that Noctis is breathing hard, lips wet and pink, eyes
dilated. Sitting back to put some space between them, Ignis says, "How was
that?"
"Great," Noctis says, then blinks and amends, "I mean, I think I'm starting to
get the idea."
"Why don't we leave it here for tonight, then," Ignis says, suddenly feeling
like he needs some space. "I've got meetings tomorrow, but I can come by again
Wednesday. I'd like you to write down all of the things you had questions
about. If there are specific scenes in the videos that are relevant, write down
the time stamps so we can review them." He stands up and starts packing up his
things, trying not to move too quickly.
"Okay," Noctis says. Ignis already has his hand on the door when Noctis says,
"Hey, Ignis?"
"Yes, Your Highness?"
"Uhm, thanks. I know this isn't really-- this shouldn't really be part of your
job."
"Noctis," Ignis says sincerely, "you are my job."
***** Chapter 3 *****
Chapter Summary
     Ignis studiously does not think about his lesson plan for Noctis
     during his meetings. He doesn't think about it during dinner Tuesday
     night, and he definitely doesn't think about it when he's getting
     ready for bed.
     He doesn't think about it Wednesday morning, when he wakes up with
     the fleeting memory of Noctis's lips on his own and an achingly hard
     cock.
Chapter Notes
     Wow I'm excited this is getting so many subscribers! I hope you guys
     enjoy this chapter!
Ignis studiously does not think about his lesson plan for Noctis during his
meetings. He doesn't think about it during dinner Tuesday night, and he
definitely doesn't think about it when he's getting ready for bed.
He doesn't think about it Wednesday morning, when he wakes up with the fleeting
memory of Noctis's lips on his own and an achingly hard cock.
He doesn't think about it as he goes about his day, organizing reports and
taking notes in council sessions.
He doesn't think about it until he's in the car on his way to Noctis's
apartment, when he realizes that perhaps it wasn't the brightest idea to plan
to watch pornography with him.
As he stands in Noctis's kitchen, preparing dinner while waiting for him to
come home, he has a minor crisis about what he's doing here. It's his job to
advise the prince. It's his job to answer Noctis's questions, and it's his job
to make sure Noctis knows and experiences everything he needs to to be a
successful king. But does that extend as far as he's taking it?
His dithering is cut short by Noctis himself arriving home, tossing his bookbag
on the couch, and sprawling out at the table. "I'm starving," Noctis groans,
and it's so normal that Ignis can't help smiling.
"Dinner will be ready in a few minutes. Why don't you go wash up?"
"Yeah, yeah," Noctis grumbles, hauling himself up from the table. Ignis focuses
on draining pasta and finishing up the sauce he's been working on, and by the
time Noctis comes out of the bathroom he's gotten their places set and their
dinner served.
Ignis asks about his day as they dine, and Noctis provides his usual
noncommittal answers. He's briefly animated describing Prompto's latest
photography project, but that's also per his usual. It's comforting to know
that their kiss the other night hasn't changed things, so perhaps tonight's
lesson will go smoothly.
After dinner, when the dishes have been washed, Noctis sets a piece of paper on
the table. It's got a bunch of nearly illegible scribbles on it, timestamps and
questions, and Ignis takes a moment to be pleased that Noctis followed his
instructions, though he's still a bit anxious about what's to come.
"Thank you for preparing in advance," Ignis says, taking the paper. "Would you
like to start from the beginning of your list, or did you have anything else
you'd like to discuss first?"
Noctis blushes a little, then sits down on the sofa. "Start at the beginning, I
guess. The uh, the DVD is already in there."
"Very well." Ignis turns on the TV and rewinds to the timestamp given, next to
which Noctis has written, "Does it really just fit like that?"
He presses play, and the video starts with a very well-endowed man laying back
as a woman climbs over him and sinks onto his cock, moaning loudly. Noctis
makes a face and grabs for the remote, turning the volume down. The man thrusts
up into the woman hard, but she shows no signs of discomfort. Ignis pauses the
video. "I understand from your notes you're curious if the vagina is really
able to take such a large-- erm, penis, without discomfort."
"Yeah," Noctis says, drawing his knees up and circling his arms around them.
"It looked really big, but she just sat on it. Can women really do that?"
"Well it rather depends. If a woman is sufficiently aroused, and has had
previous sexual experience, then yes. However, if she hasn't had penetrative
sex in a while, is a virgin, or isn't properly lubricated, then there would
need to be a bit more preparation."
"Properly lubricated? I thought we learned in class that women have uh,
secretions."
"That depends as well," Ignis says, glad that this seems to be going well so
far. "Vaginas produce their own lubrication, but the amount is dependent on the
state of arousal and also varies woman to woman."
"How do you know all this stuff?" Noctis asks, looking at him sideways.
Ignis clears his throat. "I do have some experience in the matter," he says.
"But I've also done quite a bit of reading. Did you have more questions about
this part, or shall we move on?"
"Uh, yeah, go ahead."
The next few questions go smoothly as well, with thankfully only a few seconds
of the video necessary to frame their discussion on each one. Then Ignis
changes out the DVD of male/female couples for the DVD of female/female
couples, and when he presses play, he tries not to notice Noctis squirming
uncomfortably. The women in the video are letting out particularly high-pitched
squeals, and Ignis glances down at Noctis's notes before pausing.
"People don't really make noises like that in real life, do they?" Noctis asks,
flushed.
Ignis pushes his glasses up his nose. "Honestly I'm not entirely sure. I've
never heard those particular sounds outside of pornography, and I suspect in
this case they're effected with the intent to titillate male viewers. That
said, some people are certainly noisier than others in bed."
"Why?"
"There's a certain level of involuntary sound," Ignis says slowly, thinking
through his answer. "However, some people play up their enjoyment for their
partner's benefit."
Noctis stares down at his knees for a moment, then without looking at Ignis,
asks, "Are you noisy in bed?"
Ignis freezes, then clears his throat. "I hardly think that's relevant."
"Guess that's a yes, then," Noctis says with a slight grin, always just cheeky
enough to get Ignis to roll his eyes. "Bet your partners like it."
"I have yet to leave a partner unsatisfied, but I really feel that's beside the
point." So maybe Ignis is a little noisy in bed, and maybe he does play it up
for his partners, but there's no reason Noctis needs to know about that. He
carefully doesn't think about whether or not Noctis is noisy in bed, though
based on his question, it sounds like when he's jerking off he's probably
fairly quiet, gasping his pleasure rather than moaning it. "Let's move on,
shall we?"
He switches out the DVD again, this time for the male/male couples, and fast
forwards to the scene Noctis has marked. One man is riding the other, face to
face, leaning back with his hands on his partner's thighs. His heavy cock is
bouncing against his belly with each thrust, and he's moaning loudly as his
body tightens up and he hits his climax without even a hand on his cock.
It's actually one of Ignis's favorite scenes on this DVD, and he can't help but
get turned on by it. Noctis is too, if the way he's shifting in his seat and
adjusting his legs is anything to go by, but Ignis isn't going to think about
that. He pauses the DVD and looks at Noctis's notes, but he can't read his
writing.
"I'm afraid you'll have to tell me what your question was here, I can't make
out what you've written."
"Oh," Noctis says, swallowing as his voice cracks. "Um. These guys, they seem
to really like-- taking it up the ass. And the women did too, in the other
video. But it doesn't seem like it would be that good? I mean, for one thing,
their assholes are probably pretty dirty, right? And it's not like a-- like a
vagina. It's tighter and not wet, right? I tried--"
He falls silent, blushing harder, and Ignis waits for a long second before
encouraging him to continue. "You tried?"
"I tried putting my finger in, after I watched that, but it was-- it wasn't-- I
don't get it," Noctis finally finishes.
Ignis does not think about Noctis watching this video and touching himself,
sliding a dry finger into his own heretofore untouched ass, maybe even right
here on the couch where they're sitting. He doesn't think about it at all.
"There are a number of preparatory steps that the videos skip over entirely,"
he says, schooling his voice to formality though his cock is half hard in his
slacks. "I'm sure I can find you some materials on the process if you'd like."
"Ignis," Noctis says, then waits until Ignis meets his eyes. "Have you done it
before? Does it actually feel good?"
He can't maintain eye contact, not with such a direct question. "Yes, I have,
and yes, it does, when done properly, though some people don't care for it."
There are a few more scenes marked on Noctis's list, but Ignis isn't sure he
can handle any more personal questions, not when he's trying to get rid of a
growing erection that's going to become noticeable any minute. "It's gotten
quite late. We'll have to save the rest of your questions for another day."
"Okay," Noctis says, as Ignis gets up. Noctis doesn't move to turn off the TV,
instead leaving it paused on a close-up view of a splatter of semen across an
attractive man's belly, and Ignis gets the distinct impression that when he's
gone Noctis is going to press play. "Tomorrow?"
He hesitates, but he doesn't actually have anything on his calendar, so he has
no excuses. "Tomorrow. Goodnight, Your Highness."
He makes it all the way to his car, all the way back home, into his apartment
with the door shut behind him, before he breaks down and shoves his hand inside
his pants. The wall he's tried to put up in his mind breaks down, and all he
can think about is Noctis, his face curious and aroused as he watches the
videos. He thinks about the way Noctis saw something he didn't understand and
immediately wanted to try it himself, just because it looked like someone else
was enjoying it. He thinks about the fact that nobody has ever touched Noctis
like that, that nobody has ever brought him sexual pleasure, and he thinks
about Noctis asking him, hesitantly, awkwardly, to teach him.
Ignis comes into his hand with a low, broken moan, making a mess of the
underwear and slacks he didn't quite manage to take off. He sinks down to the
floor and lets his head thump back against the door. It's quite possible he's
going to make a mess of everything.
***
The next night, Ignis spends ten minutes sitting in his car in the garage of
Noctis's building, practicing deep breathing exercises. He think they may be
reaching the limit of what he can teach without having to ask Noctis to
practice by role-playing scenarios with him, and given his lack of composure
the previous evening he's not sure whether he'll be able to handle that without
behaving inappropriately.
It wouldn't do for the Crown Prince of Lucis to be a disappointment to his
future spouse, he reminds himself, or to appear flustered by sexual advances,
or to appear to be making unwanted advances on anyone else. Noctis had a good
reason for asking him about sex, and there's a good reason for him to continue
with this. He takes one more deep breath before heading inside.
It's late, thanks to a series of meetings Ignis had at the Citadel, so when he
enters the apartment Noctis has already eaten, as evidenced by the empty cup
noodles container on his table. Noctis is lying sprawled on the couch in a T-
shirt and sweats, playing with his phone, but he sits up quickly when he hears
Ignis come in. That on its own is a sign that Noctis has been either looking
forward to or dreading his arrival, as Ignis has learned from years of
observing his behavior.
"Apologies for my delay," he says as he clears the remains of Noctis's dinner.
"I'm afraid there was a bit of a dust-up about the funding for the public
library."
"That's okay," Noctis says. "Did it get sorted out?"
"Not entirely, but the Council will find the funds somewhere." When he's
finished cleaning up, Ignis joins Noctis on the sofa, then hesitates. Luckily,
Noctis is better prepared than he is.
"I uh, I put in the DVD that has those last couple scenes on it, if you wanted
to . . . talk about them."
"Yes, thank you, of course," Ignis replies smoothly, turning on the TV. Noctis
hands him his sheet of notes, and Ignis notes that the video is already at the
first timestamp. He presses play, and the scene transitions from two men and
two women having sex on a sofa as separate couples through a fade to black into
a scene of double penetration with the second woman kissing the first woman. He
presses pause and looks at Noctis expectantly, ignoring the heat that threatens
to build in his cheeks.
"How did they coordinate that? Like, how did they even get into that position?
They didn't talk about it or anything. Did they plan it in advance?"
Ignis makes a face. "I'm afraid that group sex is something I don't have
personal experience with. I suspect that there's quite a bit of awkwardness
around getting into the necessary position which was cut out of the video
because it's not particularly exciting to watch. From what I understand, group
sex is far more common in pornography than in real life."
"Oh," Noctis says, and he looks a little disappointed. Whether he's
disappointed by Ignis's lack of knowledge or by the fact that group sex is not
as common as he may have thought is a question Ignis is not going to ask.
"Shall we move on?"
"Yeah, sure."
Ignis fast forwards to the last timestamp on Noctis's list and presses play.
It's the final scene of a gangbang sequence, in which several men are circled
around a woman and ejaculating on her. There's quite a lot of vocalizing from
the men, which is something that always gets under Ignis's skin. He hits the
pause button perhaps too quickly, but Noctis is a bit flushed beside him.
"Why do people like that?" Noctis asks simply.
"Do you mean, as opposed to finishing inside her?"
"Uh. Yeah."
"You'll find that there are quite a lot of things that some people take sexual
pleasure in that other people find unappealing, or even outright disturbing.
However, it's fairly common for men to enjoy the way it looks to see their own
semen on their partner. They why of it is something better left to
psychologists to study, I suspect." He studies Noctis. "If it's not something
that appeals to you, you certainly don't ever have to do it."
"I didn't say . . . I mean, I don't know." Noctis looks down at his hands, and
Ignis decides this is probably a good segue into the discussion of consent and
communication he wanted to have.
"Did you read the papers I left on consent?" he asks, and Noctis nods. "There's
more to it than just asking if someone wants to have sex with you. You need to
be sure at every step of the way that you're doing something your partner
likes, and you need to be able to say no if they're doing something you don't
like."
"That's probably easier said than done, isn't it? How do you even know if they
like what you're doing?"
"Well, you can ask."
"Seems like it would be weird, interrupting all the time to ask if things are
okay."
Ignis takes a deep breath. "Would you like to practice?"
That gets Noctis's attention immediately. His head snaps up, wide eyes meeting
Ignis's, and he licks his lips a little nervously. "Practice?"
"Practice asking for confirmation that your partner is enjoying themself, and
practice saying no when you need to."
"With you?"
"With me. If you don't want to that's quite alright, this is entirely for your
benefit to help you be more comfortable." Ignis can't quite read Noctis's
expression, which is making him a little nervous himself.
"O-- Okay. Um." Noctis scoots across the sofa until he's on his knees next to
Ignis. "Can I touch you?" he asks.
"Yes, that would be fine," Ignis replies. Noctis puts one hand on Ignis's
shoulder, and the other on the side of his face, then leans in, and before he
can say anything, Noctis is kissing him. It's much like the first time they'd
kissed, soft and gentle, lips slightly parted.
Noctis pulls back and asks, "Was that okay?"
"Yes, but you might have asked first." Actually, Ignis is a little surprised.
He'd expected Noctis to practice asking him questions, not practice actually
doing anything, but he decides to go with it. After all, this will be more
educational than just pretending.
"Oh, sorry. Can I kiss you again?"
"Alright," Ignis replies, and Noctis is there in an instant, teasing his mouth
open and sliding in his tongue. He lets Noctis kiss him for a while, still a
little clumsy but sweet and enthusiastic, until it's been long enough that
Noctis has clearly gotten sidetracked from what he's supposed to be doing. He
pulls back for a breath, and Noctis moves to kiss the side of his jaw, then his
neck. "Noctis."
"Mm?"
"Noctis, stop."
Noctis stops immediately and sits back, his face flushed in a combination of
embarrassment and arousal. "Sorry, I forgot-- I forgot to ask--"
"You did a good job of stopping when I told you to," Ignis says to reassure
him. He should probably end their lesson here. He should probably not be
letting Noctis kiss him. He should probably not be doing any of this. But it
would be a comfort to know that Noctis understands this, that Noctis will say
no when he needs to, that Noctis will stop when his partner tells him no.
"Would you like to practice the reverse?"
"The reverse?"
"Yes, I'll ask you for consent, and you tell me yes or no."
"Yeah," Noctis agrees readily.
"May I kiss you?" Ignis asks, and Noctis nods. "Out loud, if you please."
"Yes," he says. "Yeah, yes, you can-- kiss me."
Ignis leans in and kisses him again, telling himself that this time he's not
going to let himself get distracted from the lesson at hand. "May I touch you?"
he asks when he pulls away.
"Yeah, go ahead," Noctis breathes, so Ignis cups his face and pulls him in for
another kiss, putting his other hand on Noctis's knee. Noctis tenses slightly
under his touch, then relaxes, so Ignis moves on, kissing Noctis's cheek, then
the corner of his jaw, just under his ear.
"Is this okay?" he asks, lips hovering over Noctis's neck.
"It's great," Noctis replies, and Ignis continues to kiss down his throat.
It's probably time to push him to say no, Ignis thinks, so he slides his hand
up Noctis's thigh from his knee, feeling muscles tighten under his fingers. "Is
this okay?" he asks again, pulling away to look at Noctis's face.
"Yeah," Noctis says, "that's fine." He looks like he means it, so Ignis figures
he'll have to push a little further. Noctis is kissing him again before he can
say anything, so he slides his other hand underneath Noctis's T-shirt.
"Okay?" he asks again, waiting for a no, but Noctis just whispers, "Yeah,"
against his lips. This is getting-- it's getting out of hand, he shouldn't be
making out with his prince, his prince who's still in high school for the gods'
sakes. But Noctis is clearly telling him yes at every step of the way.
He slides his hand up from Noctis's thigh until it's between his legs, and he
can feel the hot shape of Noctis's erection under his fingers; it sends a rush
of arousal through him, knowing that Noctis is turned on by this, knowing that
nobody has ever touched him like this before. He doesn't even have to ask this
time before Noctis is saying, "Yeah, yes, yes."
Ignis freezes. "Noct," he says, as Noctis kisses the underside of his jaw, "you
were supposed to say no."
Noctis pulls back and looks at him. His cheeks are flushed, his lips wet and
pink, and his eyes are intense, that particular sort of commanding intensity
Noctis possesses that shows up at the oddest moments. "I thought I was supposed
to say no if I wanted you to stop. I don't want you to stop."
"Perhaps you should." Ignis's hand is still between Noctis's legs, his other
hand under Noctis's shirt. He should take his hands away. He should take
himself away, out of this situation, and he should definitely not be moving his
hand to press more firmly against Noctis's cock.
"Ignis," Noctis breathes, "I wanted to know what this is like. I wanted you to
show me. So show me."
There's a brief moment when Ignis has one last chance to stop this. There's an
even briefer moment when he considers it. Instead, he kisses Noctis again, and
Noctis melts back against the sofa, spreading his legs so Ignis can rest his
own knee between them. Ignis strokes Noctis through his sweatpants as Noctis
clutches at his upper arms, likely unsure of where to put his hands. He doesn't
mind Noctis grabbing him, since he's only holding on and not restricting his
movements. Ignis moves his other hand under Noctis's shirt to the front of his
belly, just at the edge of his waistband.
"May I take these off?" he asks, and Noctis doesn't answer, only lifts his hips
and shoves his sweats down to his thighs. He's not wearing anything underneath,
having probably put them on with the intent of going to sleep in them later.
Ignis tries not to salivate. This isn't about him, it's not about what he
wants, it's about Noctis. Noctis, who's moved his hands to Ignis's face and is
pulling him down to kiss him again, eagerly and ardently. Ignis closes his hand
around Noctis's cock and smiles as Noctis suddenly pulls back from the kiss,
gasping at the sensation of having another's hand on him for the first time.
There's something about this that appeals to a base instinct inside of him, the
idea that by claiming this first from Noctis, he'll own a part of him,
something that can never be given to anyone else.
"Is this okay?" he makes himself ask, and Noctis gasps, "Yes, yes, that feels-
- feels good--" Ignis strokes him slowly, getting a feel for the size and shape
of him, watching intently for Noctis's reactions. Everything seems like it's
good for Noctis, as he breathes harshly, forehead pressed against Ignis's own,
his thighs beginning to tremble.
He speeds up his hand, and it's hardly any time at all before Noctis is making
small, frantic sounds as his body shakes through his climax. The heady rush of
knowing he's brought Noctis pleasure goes straight to his own cock, unattended
and aching in his slacks. Noctis kisses him again, and it takes everything
Ignis has to let it be soft and sweet the way Noctis needs. Ignis draws away
and fumbles for some tissues to clean up, while Noctis sinks back into the sofa
and tries to catch his breath.
When he's done, and Noctis's pants are back on, he tries to force his brain out
of its haze of arousal and back to his responsibilities. "Did that feel good?"
he asks, standing by the couch, and Noctis laughs.
"Yeah," he says. "Yeah, Iggy, that felt really good. Uh, thanks."
"My pleasure," Ignis says, a little too honestly. He lets himself ruffle
Noctis's hair fondly. "But do remember that you need to learn to say no."
Noctis looks up at him and says, "I think I'll need more practice."
Ignis doesn't make it all the way home, that night. Instead, he jerks off in
his car in the empty garage, hoping that there aren't any surveillance cameras
watching him, and comes faster and harder than he has in a long time.
***** Chapter 4 *****
Chapter Notes
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"Tell me Ignis," King Regis says, clapping a hand on Ignis's shoulder as he
exits the Council meeting, "how is my son doing?"
A memory of Noctis gasping in pleasure flickers through Ignis's mind, but he
quickly composes his face, trying his best not to blush. "Very well, Your
Majesty. He's been diligent with his studies lately. I do still have concerns
over his nutrition, but other than that, he's grown into quite a remarkable
young man."
"Is that so? Well, I suppose I have you to thank for that."
"I can hardly take credit for His Highness's accomplishments, Your Majesty,"
Ignis demurs.
Regis laughs. "I'm sure he owes quite a lot to your excellent tutelage. Remind
him next time you see him that he's having dinner with me Sunday, won't you?"
"Of course, Your Majesty." Ignis bows as Regis turns away. When he makes it to
his office, he closes the door and slumps down onto his desk, resting his head
in his hands. Excellent tutelage indeed. What would His Majesty say if he knew
the exact sort of tutelage Ignis has been providing lately? It's probably
illegal. Ignis suspects it might be, anyway, though he hasn't gone through the
books to see if there's a law against sexual relations with the royal family.
At least Noctis is over the age of consent.
If Noctis wasn't experimenting with him, though, he would likely be
experimenting somewhere else, and that's about the only comforting thought
Ignis has on the matter.
***
He has a brief respite, as Noctis spends Friday evening with Prompto, and
Saturday training with Gladio all day and attending a state dinner at night.
Sunday is for Noctis to do homework and have dinner with his father, so Ignis
has the whole weekend to prepare himself for what's going to happen come
Monday.
The only problem is that he has no idea what's going to happen.
He didn't mean for their previous lesson to escalate the way it did, but when
he replays it in his mind, he knows he'd make the same decisions again if given
the opportunity. They're perhaps not the right decisions, but they're the only
ones he can see himself making. Noctis's comment before he'd left about needing
more practice makes Ignis suspect that Monday night is going to involve another
sensible discussion going off the rails into a "practice" session, and as much
as he'd like to think he's strong enough to keep them on track, he knows he
won't be able to resist if Noctis asks him for more.
Monday afternoon, Ignis pulls out his lesson plan and looks at it, checking off
the topics they've already covered. There are still a few items left, but it
seems that even though Noctis has been more or less deciding the direction of
their discussions, they've still managed to cover quite a lot of material. He
puts the paper in his satchel, gathers the ingredients for dinner into a bag,
and gets in the car.
The apartment is empty when Ignis arrives, and he sets about tidying up and
preparing dinner. There's a tension in the pit of his belly, and he can't quite
determine whether it's excitement or nerves. Perhaps a little of both, though
he tries to suppress any excitement. It's not his place to take pleasure in
this the way he has been.
He almost cuts his finger when the door swings open, and that tells him more
about how out of control he's letting this situation get than anything else.
"Welcome home," he says, pleased that his voice is still composed and even.
"How was school?"
"Fine," Noctis says, kicking off his shoes and dropping his book bag on the
table. "Any big news from the Citadel today? Did the Council find funding for
the library?"
Ignis raises his eyebrows. "I'm surprised you remember that."
Noctis flushes a little and looks down as he pulls his homework out of his bag.
"I do pay attention sometimes, you know."
"Yes, I've noticed." Actually, Noctis has been working hard lately, and has
been showing quite a bit of aptitude for the intricacies of court life, but he
hadn't expected him to remember an offhand comment from days ago. "The matter
is still under discussion, but it seems that there may be the opportunity to
allocate some of the income from property tax to cover the shortfall."
"Glad to hear it," Noctis says, "I wouldn't want the library to have to shut
down."
"Oh? I wasn't aware you'd ever been to the library."
Noctis sticks the back of his pen in his mouth and doesn't look up from his
homework. "I haven't, but Prompto goes all the time. He gets all his books and
movies there. What's for dinner?"
It's an obvious attempt to change the subject, but Ignis lets it go.
"Shepherd's pie, and yes, there are vegetables in it, but you'll barely taste
them amongst all the meat and potatoes. It'll take a while, so you have plenty
of time to finish your homework."
There's a comfortable silence as he works, only interrupted by a few instances
of Noctis asking for help or what a particular word in his reading means. Once
he's gotten their dinner in the oven, Ignis pulls out his own paperwork, taking
notes on the relevant points of reports to share with Noctis later. A few
times, he finds his mind and his gaze wandering, catching himself watching the
way Noctis sucks on the end of his pen while he's thinking, but he quickly
pulls his attention back to the task at hand. It's not like him to be so
distractible. Ignis had noticed, along with the rest of Insomnia, that the
Prince had grown from a beautiful child into a stunning young man, but until
now he's only ever had the kind of passing sexual thoughts that anyone might
have when confronted with someone physically attractive. Then again, that was
back before he knew what Noctis's lips felt like on his own, or what his face
looked like in the throes of pleasure.
A couple of times, he thinks he feels Noctis's eyes on himself, but when he
looks up Noctis still has his face buried in his books. Perhaps there's a
slight flush high up on his cheeks, or perhaps it's just the lighting.
The timer goes off, and Ignis sets aside his notes to get dinner on the table.
Dinner goes smoothly, and Noctis even eats the peas that he mixed in with the
meat, though he leaves the carrots to the side of his plate. Ignis provides a
summary of the goings-on at the Citadel the past few days, and Noctis discusses
a new video game he and Prompto have started playing. It's refreshingly normal,
and it sets him a bit more at ease.
When he's cleared up dinner and is finishing the dishes, Noctis leans up
against the other side of the counter and says, "So, what's the lesson plan for
tonight?"
"I thought perhaps we might have a discussion about the special considerations
you'll need to take into account given your station," Ignis says without
looking at him.
"Oh," Noctis says, and he sounds almost disappointed. Ignis doesn't let it faze
him. He wipes his hands on the dish towel and goes to sit on the sofa. Noctis
follows, sitting a safe distance away.
"The discussion of consent is particularly sensitive for yourself," he begins,
trying to organize his thoughts into a proper lecture. "You may ask someone for
their consent, but they may feel that they're unable to say no because you're
their prince."
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, though if you think that's something you're
interested in, I can provide you with 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 been told 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 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 under his fingers, 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 down. 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.
***** Chapter 5 *****
Chapter Summary
     "Would you like to roleplay your wedding night?"
Chapter Notes
     One more chapter to go after this one and this one and the next are
     both loooooooooooooong. (Well, long for me anyway, this whole fic is
     long for me.) I hope you all enjoy! Gonna go cry forever over the ep
     Ignis trailer now. :D
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 with me, 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?
***
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 watching 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 hot 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.
As they pass through the doorway, Noctis winds his arms around Ignis's neck and
pulls him down into a kiss, slow and thorough. He's gotten the hang of kissing
remarkably quickly, for all that they've only done it a few times, and Ignis
finds it too easy to lose himself in the wet heat of Noctis's mouth and the
slow slide of his lips. Noctis twines his fingers in Ignis's hair, his other
hand sliding down to the middle of his waistcoat.
"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, then 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 gasp 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, 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 it abruptly
occurs to him 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.
"Pinch the tip like I showed you," Ignis instructs him, watching in approval as
Noctis rolls the condom on. He doesn't have to remind Noctis to lube himself
up, and then Noctis is bracing himself over Ignis, kneeling between his legs.
He gasps at the pressure of Noctis's cock brushing against him, then Noctis
presses in.
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 his neck, his jaw, his lips on his way up. Ignis
shivers when Noctis pulls out, then shows him how to tie a knot in the condom
before throwing it away. He 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, and 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.
***** Chapter 6 *****
Chapter Summary
     "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?"
Chapter Notes
     THANK YOU so much for sticking with me all the way to the end of
     this! I really appreciate every kudos and comment. I'm very happy
     with the ending and I hope you are too! This is officially the
     longest fic I have ever written in my life, and I've been in fandom
     for over 20 years.
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 event 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 passenger seat. 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.
***
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 a handful of 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?
Ignis makes his way into the bedroom and pushes the covers down on the unmade
bed, sitting on the edge of it and leaning back on one hand. He lets his other
hand wander between his legs, rubbing himself through his slacks as he imagines
Noctis stroking his own cock slowly, water pouring over his naked body. He's
tried to avoid fantasizing about Noctis for so long that it's almost cathartic
to allow himself now, to indulge in the forbidden, if only for this one night.
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?" and 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 has him unraveling at the seams, 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.
***
True to his word, Ignis arrives at Noctis's apartment at nine with a potion in
hand. Normally Noctis would be at the Citadel for training by now, but Ignis
had texted Gladio to let him know that Noctis had had a late night and
rescheduled his training to start at ten. As he'd feared, the tabloids do have
some photos from the party ("Royalty: Just Like Us! Teenage Prince Noctis
Attends High School Party"), but at least it's not a front page headline, and
the photos are blurry cell phone snaps of Noctis smiling politely and standing
back from the crowd, or chatting with Prompto. It's hardly the first time there
have been photos of Noctis and Prompto together, so this event is nothing much
to remark upon, even for the worst gossip magazines.
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 to, 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."
End Notes
     A million thanks to misswonderheart, my A+++ beta/all-around fandom
     bestie, and to r3zuri, my cheerleader! I could never have done this
     without you guys.
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