I keep having these thoughts of Ignis lying face down naked on the bed, sort of lazing, looking very relaxed. Perhaps even resting his cheek on folded hands...and Noct is near, touching him, at first maybe absentmindedly and then with purpose, kneading and rubbing out the day’s stresses. He didn’t mean to massage him from top to bottom, but it’s such a tempting bottom after all...
And Ignis’ skin looks like alabaster in the moonlight, cut apart by dark, elegant shadows. But it’s Noctis who’s hard as stone.









