( He doesn't really mean to, but there's a soft — content — sigh as Ignis’ hands envelope his own. Warmth spreading through him for reasons more than just the heat of Ignis’ hands. And once he feels his hand start to warm, fingers unthaw he moves the digits. A shift in the hold to lace his fingers through Ignis’ as his thumb brushes lightly against skin.
Which was — fine right? Hand holding was well within the parameters of friend behaviour. Or at least he's trying to tell himself. Even if it feels wholly intimate, laying in that small bed with the sound of rain… the warmth of their bodies pressing close together.
And Noctis, even as his mind clouds more and more, tries to justify. Ignis is sick, it's been a trying few weeks since they'd left. There was comfort in the touch, nothing more. Comfort like the way Noct can smell Ignis, as close as they were. Under the small hint of sweat and dirt it was there. A fragrance he's known all his life and he can't help but nuzzle his face in closer to Ignis’ neck.
Maybe though… maybe it's a little less seeking comfort though that has his leg sliding between Ignis’. And it's definitely something else than comfort behind his next move. Lost to how good — how right it feels to be curled into Ignis like this, his own nature that is too demanding and impulsive at times as he lets his lips drag along the skin of Ignis’ neck. And then he promptly stiffens as he realizes what he's just done, the line he's just crossed. )
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Which was — fine right? Hand holding was well within the parameters of friend behaviour. Or at least he's trying to tell himself. Even if it feels wholly intimate, laying in that small bed with the sound of rain… the warmth of their bodies pressing close together.
And Noctis, even as his mind clouds more and more, tries to justify. Ignis is sick, it's been a trying few weeks since they'd left. There was comfort in the touch, nothing more. Comfort like the way Noct can smell Ignis, as close as they were. Under the small hint of sweat and dirt it was there. A fragrance he's known all his life and he can't help but nuzzle his face in closer to Ignis’ neck.
Maybe though… maybe it's a little less seeking comfort though that has his leg sliding between Ignis’. And it's definitely something else than comfort behind his next move. Lost to how good — how right it feels to be curled into Ignis like this, his own nature that is too demanding and impulsive at times as he lets his lips drag along the skin of Ignis’ neck. And then he promptly stiffens as he realizes what he's just done, the line he's just crossed. )