That voice. Oh, the way his name sounded, whispered out like he was something so wanted... Ignis couldn't resist diving in again, his lips stealing away that sound and replacing it was a low groan that was approval as well as something chiding. Each second that ticked by told him that his king really was there, his skin warm under his seeking fingers, but ten years of waiting had left him wondering the how and why of it all.

Why now? Why not sooner? Why had it taken this damned long for him to be able to tell Noct how he felt?

Duty. It was just that simple.

He pulled back from those tempting lips with a sigh, his hands reluctant to leave Noct's skin but they did. He worked to help Noctis find more points of contact, quiet murmurs encouraging skin to skin with each inch of pale flesh bared to the night air.

"Tell me how you want me. I'm yours."