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Ignis misses being able to see the look of pleasure on Prompto’s face already. He has the image burned in his mind’s eye, but it’s a lot different to see it in person. He knows he needs to just keep it in his memory as clear as possible to never forget it. His hand stops stroking at the demand for more without a please, and his free hand out of pure muscle memory comes down to spank Prompto’s ass with a sharp crack! “Try again, pet. I know I taught you better manners than that.” The fingers wrapped around Prompto’s cock give it a squeeze, not too hard for it to hurt but enough to cut back any possible chance of accidentally cumming.

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Ignis’s breath catches when he feels how hard Prompto’s nipples are combined with the way he rolls his hips against him. He is thankful his lover realizes that he needs to use his words, that he has to guide him despite knowing that he’s in the submissive position. “Toy?” Ignis shakes his head, using his hand as a guide to be able to lean in and give Prompto’s nipple a teasing lick and suck. “No, love. You’re not my toy. You are my precious pet, however. Mine for me to take care of and give pleasure to, even as you care for me.” 

One hand moves to the other nipple and gives it a pinch first, then tugs it to tease while his other hand slides down Prompto’s stomach to his cock. He can’t decide whether he wants to tease Prompto mercilessly as he did before, or satisfy him as a reward for being so good to him. In the end, he chooses the latter, his fingers wrapping around Prompto’s cock and stroking slowly.

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*lets his kisses fall into a comforting rhythm, pressing up tightly against the taller man beneath him as their limbs tangle together. Being tucked here in the dark with Ignis was perfect in a lot of ways, despite his obvious need for reassurance and love in the wake of his injuries. Private time between the two of them in a place like this was rare, and right now, they both appreciated the opportunity to appreciate each other’s proximity and reacquaint themselves with… well. Without visuals.

The rise and fall of Ignis’ chest below him, and the softness of skin on skin… it’s all so intimate. Prompto can’t help but trace his fingertips all over those expanses, down his shoulder to the inside of his arm, drawing tiny circles at his wrist and across his palm as he lets every last bit of protective care slip into that kiss. Ignis doesn’t need looking after, but damn it, he lives to serve. And if that isn’t needed now, when is it ever? He would do anything for Ignis. Hell, he’s done some very questionable things with him. Though… Ignis wasn’t entirely to blame… that time with the rope… or the time he made him pick his favourite toy from feel alone, or… fuck, stay on task here!

Too little too late. As his attention came back to Ignis’ lips and the rise and fall of his chest a second time, he can’t help but let his mind wander again. Undressing him was torment enough… Prompto wants so much more. Surely by now Ignis could feel his interest resting warmly against his belly… he shouldn’t push, this isn’t about him. But… please, notice, Sir. Please?*

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Prompto’s touches make Ignis’s heart flutter, and his own fingertips move over Prompto’s skin in near mirror movements to the blonde’s. He just wants to memorize what he can of Prompto, and the intimacy was definitely setting into his body. One of the things that bothers Ignis is still his ability to be desirable, but a familiar feeling on his stomach causes him to pause. 

He didn’t realize that everything was affecting Prompto that much. How could he not notice? When all he has is touch, everything draws his attention. Feeling out Prompto’s shoulder, Ignis leans in to kiss over it to his collar bone, pressing firm kisses and bites over the skin. He notices. It sets a familiar fire inside of him, and a whisper tells him that yes, Prompto still wants him as he did before.  His own arousal stirs, and his fingers dig into Prompto’s hips just a little more. “You’re wanting, love?”

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Ignis sees the way Prompto’s hands twitch on the bed, the muscles wanting to move but his brain telling him no, not without permission. Such a good pet he is. “You have permission to touch.” Ignis speaks against Prompto’s mouth, still not moving his hips when he’s completely inside. He wants to savour that tightness, that delicious feeling surrounding his cock. A shudder runs through his body when he accidentally shifts, and that just about did it. He begins thrusting hard yet at a slower pace, wanting Prompto to feel every slam of his hips and feel him as deep as possible. “You feel so fucking good. Such a good pet. Maybe I should let Gladio get a taste of you. Imagine how much you’d stretch around his cock. Or perhaps you’d want us both at the same time?”

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The kisses to his jaw both soothed and kind of tickled, the light pressure of lips against his skin feeling that much more sensitive. He adjusts the blanket a little more around them, not wanting his precious love to catch any kind of chill. As Prompto explores with his fingertips, Ignis does the same with his own. They travel up the length of Prompto’s spine, then move to feel over the jutting shoulder blades. He wishes he could see them again, moving under freckled skin but he knows he just needs to never forget that image.

When he feels Prompto’s lips come closer to his own, he turns his face to attempt to catch the other’s, hoping he doesn’t miss. This time he got lucky, and his arms tighten around Prompto’s body to pull him as close as humanly possible. He refuses to have a single inch of space between them at that moment. All he wants is to be able to feel as much as he can of Prompto against his own body.

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Ignis can only be described as half hard in that moment, the intimacy of what they were doing getting to him despite his inner turmoil. The soft laugh had Ignis raising an eyebrow though, wondering what was so amusing to his lover. He didn’t ask, deciding to let things progress as they needed to. His ears catch the sound of shuffling clothing behind him, and he figures out that Prompto finished the rest of the work for him. Though when Prompto drops to his knees, it takes some thinking to realize where he was. The sound of his knees on the ground is louder than feet, and with a slow hand that meets blonde hair, he discovers he’s correct. His fingers slide through the soft strands, showing affection and wordless praise. “You’re so good to me, and I adore you so very much. I hope you know that. On the bed, love.” After all, that’s what was promised. 

Ignis steps away, feeling for the bed post that helps to guide him onto the mattress, his hands feeling the way to the headboard. He takes his place there, shifting the blankets down before settling so they can be easily pulled up over their bodies later. What he wants is Prompto on his lap again. He needs that closeness. His invitation is made clear by his hand patting his thigh, his open eye looking down at nothing.

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Ignis smiles at the assistance, not minding it in this case. He still wants to try to do most things on his own, but he’s not so prideful to think it’ll be possible immediately. Cooking would be one of the hardest things for sure. But for now, he takes the guidance and uses it to kiss Prompto’s lips softly a few times, closing his eye even though it isn’t necessary. It’s more for Prompto’s comfort than his own. He can tell the room is dark even without sight. “Do you need to put a light on?” Ignis asks quietly, not wanting to disturb the atmosphere in the room. His hands leave Prompto’s face and rest on his shoulders, sliding down over his arms to take his hands in his own.

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*curls his fingers around Ignis’, holding his hands. It was such a small gesture, but it made his heart sing.* It’s kinda late to be lighting everything up. I was hoping maybe we could… *smirks to himself, trying to hide it from Ignis and hoping his voice doesn’t give him away* I mean, the bed is more comfortable than this whole… lap/chair thing. Not that I… want to move, I just… *dig a deeper hole, why don’t you. Prompto didn’t want to pressure Ignis into anything - but suggesting bed might not send the right message after pointing out how late it is… hmm…*

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Ignis huffs a laugh at how flustered Prompto is, and he just shakes his head. “It’s fine, love. It would be more comfortable anyway.” Letting go of one of Prompto’s hands, he gives the blonde a couple taps on his thigh as an indicator to stand up. Once his lap is free, Ignis slowly gets up and reaches for his cane, using it to find his way toward the bed. The stick keeps him from walking into a small table in the room when it taps against a wooden leg, and he finds the bed with it after. Ignis pauses, thinking about the request that sits on his lips and if he should say it. He eventually decides to screw everything and say it, knowing that Prompto would probably be enthusiastic about it. “Will you assist me in undressing?”

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*Promptos eyes widen* Y-yes, Sir. How do… *shuts up quickly, deciding he needs to try figure this out. Surely Ignis can undo buttons and things but… oh, he’ll want them folding and hanging? Got it! He steps up to the taller man, taking a selfish moment to look him over appreciatively. He could feel himself want to swoon as he moves his hands up to Ignis’ shoulders, assisting in shrugging off his jacket, taking it to the hook and hanging it there before returning to help with his shirt. He was right, Ignis was fine with the buttons, but… Prompto swallows as he watches moonlight hit newly revealed skin. Stay on task… he takes the shirt from Ignis’ shoulders in a similar fashion, folding it neatly and setting in on the chair. He was a little slower to return this time - seeing Ignis shirtless… it was enough to intimidate anyone. He had to just… stay on task.*

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Ignis moves as needed for Prompto to undress him easily, letting him take the reigns and do as he sees fit. The periods of pause have Ignis sensing Prompto’s eyes on him, and he can’t help but let his lips curve up into a slight smirk. The air in the room feels a little cool to Ignis, or maybe it was just heightened sense. He couldn’t be sure. The temperature made his skin break out in light goosebumps for a little while until he became acclimated, but he notices the slow return of Prompto after his upper clothing is removed. “Are you alright, Prompto?” Making sure he’s mentally okay always came first in Ignis’s mind, no matter how he feels about himself at any time.

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I… I um…. *swallow hard to steady his voice* Yeah, fine. Just… coming back. *He can’t help but stammer a little. As he steps up to his partner, he’s acutely aware he’s holding his breath, but isn’t sure how to get it back on rhythm without Ignis noticing and oh astrals his chest… On task, Prompto. Ignis was clearly waiting expectantly… he knew what this task was doing for Prompto. Damn it. Prompto bites his lip with a hidden grin, fingers stroking across Ignis belt buckle… He should behave and get the job done. Unclasping it carefully, he pulled the belt free and set it on…. the bed…? Might come in handy… He pops the button of Ignis’ trousers as the man kicks off his shoes carefully… Behave, behave!*

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Ignis gives a warmer smile to Prompto when he feels him return and his hands on the buckle of his belt. The shoes come off with no difficulty, and Ignis places his hands over Prompto’s when he feels the pause. He wouldn’t be able to do as well as Prompto, but Ignis decides he wants to try. Feeling out the hem of Prompto’s shirt, he slides his hands up to look for the familiar vest he wore. That started to get pushed off Prompto’s shoulders. “If it makes it easier for you, love, allow me to undress you as well. I’ll try my best.”

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*his breath quickens at the touch. Oh~. Hell yes. Ignis does it perfectly once he finds the hem, the motion practiced, vest coming off over his head without a hitch. Prompto’s struck with the urge to press up against his love, feel that warm skin against his own. He fights it, his arms betraying his slightly as they pull at the waist of Ignis’ trousers, dragging him just a little closer. Oh yeah, I was.. undoing these… he glances downwards, feeling Ignis hands roam to his own waistline… it felt right for him to be naked first. Call it a power play, or whatever you want to, but he paused, letting Ignis undress him, enjoying the attention, feeling his craving to get closer rising. He unzips Ignis’ trousers, pausing… all his cravings warring with each other*

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Ignis notices the change in breathing, his ears picking up how the rhythm increased. He allows himself to be closer, his fingers now playing with the hem of Prompto’s shirt again. Since he didn’t answer, Ignis took the matter into his own hands and started to pull off Prompto’s shirt, dropping it to the floor even though he’d prefer to put it neatly away. He would get Prompto to do it later. Now that Prompto’s torso is bare to him, Ignis’s hands explore the skin just a little bit before stopping himself. No. Not yet. “Finish what you started, sweetheart. Then, I’ll help you. But you know to put your clothing away nicely.” Just because Ignis couldn’t see the wrinkles in the fabric anymore didn’t mean he wouldn’t know they were there. “After all of that is done, we’ll get into bed. How’s that sound?”

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Ignis smiles at the assistance, not minding it in this case. He still wants to try to do most things on his own, but he’s not so prideful to think it’ll be possible immediately. Cooking would be one of the hardest things for sure. But for now, he takes the guidance and uses it to kiss Prompto’s lips softly a few times, closing his eye even though it isn’t necessary. It’s more for Prompto’s comfort than his own. He can tell the room is dark even without sight. “Do you need to put a light on?” Ignis asks quietly, not wanting to disturb the atmosphere in the room. His hands leave Prompto’s face and rest on his shoulders, sliding down over his arms to take his hands in his own.

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*curls his fingers around Ignis’, holding his hands. It was such a small gesture, but it made his heart sing.* It’s kinda late to be lighting everything up. I was hoping maybe we could… *smirks to himself, trying to hide it from Ignis and hoping his voice doesn’t give him away* I mean, the bed is more comfortable than this whole… lap/chair thing. Not that I… want to move, I just… *dig a deeper hole, why don’t you. Prompto didn’t want to pressure Ignis into anything - but suggesting bed might not send the right message after pointing out how late it is… hmm…*

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Ignis huffs a laugh at how flustered Prompto is, and he just shakes his head. “It’s fine, love. It would be more comfortable anyway.” Letting go of one of Prompto’s hands, he gives the blonde a couple taps on his thigh as an indicator to stand up. Once his lap is free, Ignis slowly gets up and reaches for his cane, using it to find his way toward the bed. The stick keeps him from walking into a small table in the room when it taps against a wooden leg, and he finds the bed with it after. Ignis pauses, thinking about the request that sits on his lips and if he should say it. He eventually decides to screw everything and say it, knowing that Prompto would probably be enthusiastic about it. “Will you assist me in undressing?”

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*Promptos eyes widen* Y-yes, Sir. How do… *shuts up quickly, deciding he needs to try figure this out. Surely Ignis can undo buttons and things but… oh, he’ll want them folding and hanging? Got it! He steps up to the taller man, taking a selfish moment to look him over appreciatively. He could feel himself want to swoon as he moves his hands up to Ignis’ shoulders, assisting in shrugging off his jacket, taking it to the hook and hanging it there before returning to help with his shirt. He was right, Ignis was fine with the buttons, but… Prompto swallows as he watches moonlight hit newly revealed skin. Stay on task… he takes the shirt from Ignis’ shoulders in a similar fashion, folding it neatly and setting in on the chair. He was a little slower to return this time - seeing Ignis shirtless… it was enough to intimidate anyone. He had to just… stay on task.*

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Ignis moves as needed for Prompto to undress him easily, letting him take the reigns and do as he sees fit. The periods of pause have Ignis sensing Prompto’s eyes on him, and he can’t help but let his lips curve up into a slight smirk. The air in the room feels a little cool to Ignis, or maybe it was just heightened sense. He couldn’t be sure. The temperature made his skin break out in light goosebumps for a little while until he became acclimated, but he notices the slow return of Prompto after his upper clothing is removed. “Are you alright, Prompto?” Making sure he’s mentally okay always came first in Ignis’s mind, no matter how he feels about himself at any time.

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I… I um…. *swallow hard to steady his voice* Yeah, fine. Just… coming back. *He can’t help but stammer a little. As he steps up to his partner, he’s acutely aware he’s holding his breath, but isn’t sure how to get it back on rhythm without Ignis noticing and oh astrals his chest… On task, Prompto. Ignis was clearly waiting expectantly… he knew what this task was doing for Prompto. Damn it. Prompto bites his lip with a hidden grin, fingers stroking across Ignis belt buckle… He should behave and get the job done. Unclasping it carefully, he pulled the belt free and set it on…. the bed…? Might come in handy… He pops the button of Ignis’ trousers as the man kicks off his shoes carefully… Behave, behave!*

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Ignis gives a warmer smile to Prompto when he feels him return and his hands on the buckle of his belt. The shoes come off with no difficulty, and Ignis places his hands over Prompto’s when he feels the pause. He wouldn’t be able to do as well as Prompto, but Ignis decides he wants to try. Feeling out the hem of Prompto’s shirt, he slides his hands up to look for the familiar vest he wore. That started to get pushed off Prompto’s shoulders. “If it makes it easier for you, love, allow me to undress you as well. I’ll try my best.”

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Ignis smiles at the assistance, not minding it in this case. He still wants to try to do most things on his own, but he’s not so prideful to think it’ll be possible immediately. Cooking would be one of the hardest things for sure. But for now, he takes the guidance and uses it to kiss Prompto’s lips softly a few times, closing his eye even though it isn’t necessary. It’s more for Prompto’s comfort than his own. He can tell the room is dark even without sight. “Do you need to put a light on?” Ignis asks quietly, not wanting to disturb the atmosphere in the room. His hands leave Prompto’s face and rest on his shoulders, sliding down over his arms to take his hands in his own.

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*curls his fingers around Ignis’, holding his hands. It was such a small gesture, but it made his heart sing.* It’s kinda late to be lighting everything up. I was hoping maybe we could… *smirks to himself, trying to hide it from Ignis and hoping his voice doesn’t give him away* I mean, the bed is more comfortable than this whole… lap/chair thing. Not that I… want to move, I just… *dig a deeper hole, why don’t you. Prompto didn’t want to pressure Ignis into anything - but suggesting bed might not send the right message after pointing out how late it is… hmm…*

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Ignis huffs a laugh at how flustered Prompto is, and he just shakes his head. “It’s fine, love. It would be more comfortable anyway.” Letting go of one of Prompto’s hands, he gives the blonde a couple taps on his thigh as an indicator to stand up. Once his lap is free, Ignis slowly gets up and reaches for his cane, using it to find his way toward the bed. The stick keeps him from walking into a small table in the room when it taps against a wooden leg, and he finds the bed with it after. Ignis pauses, thinking about the request that sits on his lips and if he should say it. He eventually decides to screw everything and say it, knowing that Prompto would probably be enthusiastic about it. “Will you assist me in undressing?”

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*Promptos eyes widen* Y-yes, Sir. How do… *shuts up quickly, deciding he needs to try figure this out. Surely Ignis can undo buttons and things but… oh, he’ll want them folding and hanging? Got it! He steps up to the taller man, taking a selfish moment to look him over appreciatively. He could feel himself want to swoon as he moves his hands up to Ignis’ shoulders, assisting in shrugging off his jacket, taking it to the hook and hanging it there before returning to help with his shirt. He was right, Ignis was fine with the buttons, but… Prompto swallows as he watches moonlight hit newly revealed skin. Stay on task… he takes the shirt from Ignis’ shoulders in a similar fashion, folding it neatly and setting in on the chair. He was a little slower to return this time - seeing Ignis shirtless… it was enough to intimidate anyone. He had to just… stay on task.*

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Ignis moves as needed for Prompto to undress him easily, letting him take the reigns and do as he sees fit. The periods of pause have Ignis sensing Prompto’s eyes on him, and he can’t help but let his lips curve up into a slight smirk. The air in the room feels a little cool to Ignis, or maybe it was just heightened sense. He couldn’t be sure. The temperature made his skin break out in light goosebumps for a little while until he became acclimated, but he notices the slow return of Prompto after his upper clothing is removed. “Are you alright, Prompto?” Making sure he’s mentally okay always came first in Ignis’s mind, no matter how he feels about himself at any time.

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Ignis smiles at the assistance, not minding it in this case. He still wants to try to do most things on his own, but he’s not so prideful to think it’ll be possible immediately. Cooking would be one of the hardest things for sure. But for now, he takes the guidance and uses it to kiss Prompto’s lips softly a few times, closing his eye even though it isn’t necessary. It’s more for Prompto’s comfort than his own. He can tell the room is dark even without sight. “Do you need to put a light on?” Ignis asks quietly, not wanting to disturb the atmosphere in the room. His hands leave Prompto’s face and rest on his shoulders, sliding down over his arms to take his hands in his own.

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*curls his fingers around Ignis’, holding his hands. It was such a small gesture, but it made his heart sing.* It’s kinda late to be lighting everything up. I was hoping maybe we could… *smirks to himself, trying to hide it from Ignis and hoping his voice doesn’t give him away* I mean, the bed is more comfortable than this whole… lap/chair thing. Not that I… want to move, I just… *dig a deeper hole, why don’t you. Prompto didn’t want to pressure Ignis into anything - but suggesting bed might not send the right message after pointing out how late it is… hmm…*

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Ignis huffs a laugh at how flustered Prompto is, and he just shakes his head. “It’s fine, love. It would be more comfortable anyway.” Letting go of one of Prompto’s hands, he gives the blonde a couple taps on his thigh as an indicator to stand up. Once his lap is free, Ignis slowly gets up and reaches for his cane, using it to find his way toward the bed. The stick keeps him from walking into a small table in the room when it taps against a wooden leg, and he finds the bed with it after. Ignis pauses, thinking about the request that sits on his lips and if he should say it. He eventually decides to screw everything and say it, knowing that Prompto would probably be enthusiastic about it. “Will you assist me in undressing?”

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Ignis smiles at the assistance, not minding it in this case. He still wants to try to do most things on his own, but he’s not so prideful to think it’ll be possible immediately. Cooking would be one of the hardest things for sure. But for now, he takes the guidance and uses it to kiss Prompto’s lips softly a few times, closing his eye even though it isn’t necessary. It’s more for Prompto’s comfort than his own. He can tell the room is dark even without sight. “Do you need to put a light on?” Ignis asks quietly, not wanting to disturb the atmosphere in the room. His hands leave Prompto’s face and rest on his shoulders, sliding down over his arms to take his hands in his own.

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*wraps his arms around Ignis protectively, holding close against his chest. He knew it wouldn’t be so easy to woo him right now, but any shred of normality he could offer would surely be recognised as such, right? Oh astrals, I hope I didn’t make it worse…* It’s okay. *kisses his cheek carefully, fingers stroking at the small of his back* It’s okay…

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Ignis just stays put for a while, taking in what it feels like to have Prompto that close and pressed against him. He realizes how thankful he is for the ray of sunshine in his lap, and he also never wants to forget his face. Pulling back enough so there was some space between them, Ignis holds up his hands near Prompto’s face, or so he guesses. “May I?” It seems kind of silly as he can still see the details of Prompto’s face in his mind’s eye, but he wants to try anyway.

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*smiles softly, curious about just how this will go* Yeah, sure! Whatever you want. *leans back to sit up just enough, close enough to Ignis hand that his face can be easily located, sitting still, behaving well*

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Ignis’s fingertips touch Prompto’s jaw first, getting a feel for the location of him more than anything. Once he establishes that, slowly and gently he allows himself to feel over the details of Prompto’s face. The nose and cheeks he knows are spotted with freckles, his lips, brows, forehead, eyelids...taking his time to map out every feature with his fingers. When he feels he’s finished, he lets his hand move to the back of Prompto’s neck, pulling him down for a kiss but missing initially. “My apologies.” 

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*wraps his arms around Ignis protectively, holding close against his chest. He knew it wouldn’t be so easy to woo him right now, but any shred of normality he could offer would surely be recognised as such, right? Oh astrals, I hope I didn’t make it worse…* It’s okay. *kisses his cheek carefully, fingers stroking at the small of his back* It’s okay…

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Ignis just stays put for a while, taking in what it feels like to have Prompto that close and pressed against him. He realizes how thankful he is for the ray of sunshine in his lap, and he also never wants to forget his face. Pulling back enough so there was some space between them, Ignis holds up his hands near Prompto’s face, or so he guesses. “May I?” It seems kind of silly as he can still see the details of Prompto’s face in his mind’s eye, but he wants to try anyway.

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It still is hard for Ignis to really believe that Prompto still wanted him. He’s damaged, broken. There are worries that lingered under the surface that the actions are just done out of pity, even though Ignis knows that it’s far from the truth. Prompto adored him, right? He knows that nearby his cane sits against the table his glasses are resting on. The lenses are tinted to protect the eye that could still open or so the doctors said. He may appear sturdy, but it’s the inside that crumbles. It’s something he doesn’t want anyone else to know. 

The skin of the scars is sensitive to touch, and Ignis flinches a couple times, not used to anyone but himself or the doctors wanting to really touch them. His brow furrows in confusion when he feels Prompto do this, swallowing hard to keep his composure. Prompto though has a mission to ruin that, it seems. His fingers grip a little tighter as he feels Prompto moving over his skin, and then feeling his lover guide his hand over his own body. The hard flesh under fabric surprises Ignis, that simple touch telling him that Prompto still finds him desirable. Swallowing hard again, Ignis leans forward to bury his face into Prompto’s neck, his free hand moving to grip the back of his shirt and hold him close. “Prompto...” 

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@rentthischocobo Ever since the incident at Altissia, Ignis had felt more than self-conscious. Not just about his ability to protect the prince, but with his appearance. He didn’t know how he looked, but what he could feel was enough. His own fingertips felt jagged skin that was tender to touch, scars that marred his nose bridge and his lip, Worst of all was that his one eye seemed to be shut for good due to the scarring. Not that it mattered. The ‘good’ eye was still useless. 

It made him self-conscious as to how he could be good enough for anyone now that he was so damaged. But especially so with Prompto. How could he be enough for him in such a state? It made him want to throw his cane at something. The sound of a door opening and closing caught Ignis’s attention, and the soft footsteps his ears picked up on were definitely not belonging to Noctis or Gladio. “Prompto?” 

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*stays silent, not turning on the light in the now darkened room. With the moonlight coming through the windows, it was just enough to see Ignis reclining with his Ebony… this late at night? Really? Something has to be up… It was fairly evident that his injuries were in large part to blame for Ignis’ obvious upset. Prompto had tried to reassure him, but being so bad with words, he doesn’t think he really impressed upon Ignis what he meant. How he feels. That he’s there for him, and that he’s worth just as much blind. It’s new, but they’ll figure it out. Ignis is so smart… they’ll figure it out.

Knowing that Ignis can identify him without seeing, he slips into his partner’s lap. His words might not be enough, but… He places a hand on Ignis’ cheek, stroking it gently, before covering both of his eyes, the way he would when he was feeling particularly playful, or had a surprise for him. Now it wasn’t that Ignis was trying to see but couldn’t - it was Prompto, taking his sight playfully in an intimate moment. Maybe that gentle nudge would be enough to let Ignis pretend, just for a moment, that things were still the same. Maybe he’d understand that it wasn’t his sight that made him and Prompto such a wonderful fit. He drank in the feeling of being so close to his love, leaning in and placing a soft, passionate kiss against those lips.*

[ofthescientias]

Ignis doesn’t want to sleep. Sleeping brought back bad flashes through the darkness, memories of tragedy and mistakes that were made that led to this eventual conclusion. He doesn’t know what the scars looked like, and that bothers him more than he’d like to admit. He’s felt them, the edges of them and how they trace over his face. What did he look like now? Would he ever know what he looked like again? Ignis has doubts. 

The familiar weight of Prompto in his lap makes Ignis place his hand on the blonde’s hip out of reflex. He knows where the table is enough to place his Ebony onto it, but he doesn’t tilt his head up to acknowledge Prompto like usual. It was done with eye contact he can no longer deliver. Feeling the hands over his eyes confused him for several moments, and he’s reminded of the silly games they’d play when he could see. The extra coverage from the moonlight didn’t have any effect, but Ignis pays more attention when he feels Prompto kiss him. He returns the kiss gently, his hands giving Prompto’s waist a squeeze.

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Ignis smiles in the most smug way when Prompto cums, not minding having his face messed up by the fluid. He licks his lips clean and uses the back of his hand to wipe away the rest of the mess after licking his fingers clean as well. His fingers slowly pulled out of Prompto, and Ignis wiped them on the bed sheets without a care. At least in that moment. Later may be another issue. “What a good pet you were.” He purrs, grabbing the lube to slick up his cock. While his hand works himself over, he kisses up Prompto’s body to his lips, pressing several sweet kisses there to show that he definitely did well. “I’m very proud of you. Now, let me reward you.” Before Prompto can question, Ignis slowly pushes his cock inside of him, letting the pretty blonde feel every single inch.

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*squirms on the cool sheets, his arms over his head in submission to Ignis’ wandering touches and now, his softly probing finger. Prompto arches his back subtly, chest lifting as he relaxes himself, pushing back onto Ignis long, slick digits. Lets slip a quiet keening noise as a gentle pleasure rolls through him. It may just be one finger, but Ignis is right, he’s so tight around it, and feeling himself give, growing slick and open around Ignis… there are few things he enjoys more than this.

All the same, he can’t resist. With Ignis looking the way he does, all model like features and soft, tempting expanses of skin… Prompto reaches up and cards hard fingers through Ignis’ hair, messing it up and purring at the sensation of being allowed to do something so intimate. He smirks and whispers…* The rest of me tastes as good as my mouth, Master.

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Ignis allows himself to chuckle around Prompto’s cock, knowing that the vibrations will add to the sensation of having his cock in his mouth. He adds in a third finger into Prompto, deciding on going the route of overstimulation. He starts sucking a little harder, bobbing a little quicker and fucking Prompto with his fingers much harder and faster than before. His eyes remain open, focusing on his lover’s face and trying to communicate without words that he has Ignis’s permission to cum whenever he feels ready to. It wouldn’t be the only orgasm he experiences. But just in case, Ignis releases Prompto’s cock from his mouth with an obscene popping sound, his lips a little more swollen than before. His free hand replaces his mouth, jerking off the throbbing cock now slick with his saliva. “I want you to cum for me, pet. Can you do that? I know you can. Cum for Master.”