Ignis Scientia had been faced with many unspeakable horrors on his journey with his royal charge. Together with his king and his companions he had encountered the worst Daemons that had ever been formed, things whose very names and vaguest description could turn a man's blood to icewater in his veins. Beasts of unfathomable size and ferocity. Undead phantoms who breathed charnel secrets to their mortal prey. And strange chimeric monsters whose very bodies were revulsion made solid. All of them, Ignis had faced unwavering, for King and for comrade.
But here, at last, he had met his match.
"Huh," Gladio said, putting down everyone's luggage at once with a noise like a small avalanche. "That is one butt-ugly chair."
"It is," Ignis said, and though he meant to follow that with some adjective, confirmation, or exclamation, disgust closed his throat and he had to let the statement stand as it was.
"Motel furniture is so weird," Prompto agreed, as he craned around Gladio's bulk in a fruitless attempt to see. "Wanna play retro furniture bingo, Noct? Whaddya say? Is it gonna be plaid? Paisley? Orrrrr horrible floral pattern that looks like someone puking up several pounds of jellybeans while bungee jumping?"
Noct made a noncommittal noise. After countless nights in any number of musty, outdated, and disquietingly sticky motels, they had gotten quite good at this particular game. "My money's on... weird pastoral scenes in some unidentifiable color, or large suspicious stains."
"Oooh, good choices," Prompto said. "Right. Move it, Gladio, so we can see who's right about the--" Gladio moved, and Prompto Argentum was momentarily speechless at the sight of the chair. When he did manage to make a sound, it was one of disbelief. "Okay. Wow. I mean--wow. It's kind of... all those things."
"I didn't think it was possible for furniture to get Starscourge," Gladio put in, while Ignis closed his eyes, shuddered, and tried to suppress a moan of anguish.
Running Down A Dream (THAT'S RIGHT BITCHES) #35: Upholstery
Ignis awoke with a quiet groan, the kind that comes from realizing that a catnap has gone on for far too long. He placed his hand on the arm of the sofa to steady himself as he sat up, simulatenously relieved and mortified to realize that it was the sofa in Noctis’ apartment and not his own.
He muttered under his breath and looked towards the kitchen to check the time. The microwave glowed its blue numbers, but Ignis swiftly realized that he couldn’t read them. A curious hand to his face confirmed that his glasses were currently absent without leave.
That was odd. Ignis only took his glasses off when he went to bed for the night, not during a quick catnap in his prince-slash-boyfriend’s apartment. Something was obviously amiss.
Ignis climbed to his feet and took a moment to peer down the hallway. The door to Noctis’ master suite was wide open, indicating that the younger man was unlikely to have already gone to bed. Keeping his expression neutral, he peered into the bedroom and discovered it vacant, with the bathroom door just as wide open as the first.
Hot on the trail, Ignis entered the bathroom fully prepared to enquire as to the whereabouts of his glasses.
What he wasn’t prepared for was seeing Noctis - nude save for a small towel about his waist - thoroughly inspecting his now-bespectacled visage in the bathroom mirror.
For a moment all words vanished, the rushing water of the shower the only sound in the room. It may have been five seconds or fifty that Ignis stood there, watching Noctis preen in the mirror while wearing his glasses. Nevertheless, his words eventually returned, and he cleared his throat in a simple gesture for attention.
Noctis had been apparently so engrossed in his activity that he nearly jumped onto the toilet as he whirled around. “Specs!” His voice pitched upwards, dashing any suspicion Ignis had that Noctis was hoping he would intrude. “You, uh. You’re awake?”
Ignis quirked an eyebrow in response. “So I am,” he agreed. He crossed his arms and leaned against the doorframe while hitting Noctis with the most critical eye he could muster. “I also seem to be missing my glasses.”
“Uh.” This time it was Noctis’ turn to be wordless, and his attention darted towards the door before he decided it wasn’t a feasible escape route. “Um.” Trapped, he did the only thing he could think of: flinging the tiny towel at Ignis’ face and darting into the shower proper.
Ignis caught the towel before it could completely blind him, but the distraction had certainly worked, and he found that Noctis - and his glasses - were now firmly beneath the rushing water. “I’ll have you know,” he ground out, irritation evident in his voice, “that washing glasses with water is most certainly *not* recommended.”
“That’s a shame,” Noctis sang in reply. “Guess you’ll just have to come and get them.”
A moment passed as Ignis contemplated storming out of the apartment and leaving Noctis to his shame - as well as his glasses. Sighing, he dismissed the idea and searched for a new one. There had to be a peaceful resolution to the situation that wouldn’t lead to hurt feelings and an awkward reunion the next morning.
When the thought came to him, he didn’t bother concealing his smirk. Instead he shut the bathroom door and took care to fasten the lock, just in case.
“…Specs?” came Noctis’ voice tentatively from the shower. “Are you still there?”
Ignis took care not to reply. He busied himself with removing his clothing, carefully folding it and placing it well out of the way of any spraying water, until he was fully disrobed and ready to join his boyfriend in the shower.
When he entered it was without warning, swiftly pulling aside the curtain and cornering Noctis against the wall. One arm blocked Noctis’ escape, while the other reached in to drag his thumb along Noctis’ jawline.
To his own credit, Noctis looked thoroughly cowed.
He also was quite obviously flushed, the smattering of pink spreading across his upper chest and up into his cheeks.
There was also the matter of the erection now jutting directly into Ignis’ thigh.
“My glasses,” he purred, keeping the smirk on his face as he spoke. “You wanted to wear them that badly, did you?”
Noctis swallowed and nodded. “Just…just to try them on.”
The shower pounded down on both of them, but now Ignis was directly under the spray and the water traveled along his outstretched arm to cling at Noctis’ chin. Ignis couldn’t help but notice that the glasses didn’t necessarily look bad on Noctis’ face, but they didn’t flatter him either. His pointed frames added an odd division across the younger face, and he idly pondered if rounded lenses would suit him better.
Then he noticed Noctis looking at him oddly, and he shelved the line of thought for another time.
“What will it take,” Ignis began carefully, already knowing exactly where this was going, “for you to take them off?”
Noctis inhaled sharply, and despite the wet environment, darted his tongue out to wet his lips. “Oh, I don’t know.” He wriggled against Ignis’ leg for a moment, then sinuously turned around to flatten his chest and hands against the shower wall. “I’m sure there’s some way you can persuade me.”
Ignis was about to chide him on proper preparation, when a small, nondescript bottle on the corner shelf caught his attention. “Somehow I’m not convinced it will take all that much persuasion,” he said as he deliberately reached over to grab the bottle. “Unless said persuasion is preferred to be nice and slow?”
As expected, Noctis shook his head and pressed his cheek to the shower wall. Ignis’ glasses went askew as a result, and he had to bite his lip to keep from snatching them off Noctis’ face then and there. “Specs, please,” Noctis finally begged, pushing back against Ignis’ growing erection. “Make me take them off.”
“Funny you should call me that, whilst wearing my spectacles,” Ignis murmured as he squirted a dollop of silicone-based lubricant into his hand. He worked it onto his cock thoroughly before moving his fingers to probe at Noctis’ profferred entrance.
He was rewarded with an interrupted retort and a throaty groan. Placing gentle kisses along the line of Noctis’ shoulder, Ignis pushed a single finger past the tight ring of muscle and slowly began to work him open.
Noctis was more than responsive in return. His fingers scrabbled against the wet walls of the shower, moaning needily as he pushed against Ignis’ careful hand. “Specs, more, please,” he breathed between gasps for air.
The vocalizations only made Ignis less patient for the main event, and was embarassed at himself when he began to rush the preparation stage. Noctis seemed unperturbed, however, practically fucking himself on Ignis’ hand even after two more fingers had been added.
When Ignis was satisfied with Noctis’ capacity, he pulled his fingers out and carefully positioned the head of his cock at the ready entrance. “My glasses, Noctis,” he growled lightly into the younger man’s ear.
Noctis nearly mewled in reply, but pulled himself together with a slight shudder. “Make me.”
Ignis slid home at that, one hand tight on Noctis’ hip as he pushed all the way in with one firm thrust. Noctis cried out as he was swiftly filled, his lips pressing lewdly against the wall as he struggled to even his breath. “Oh, Astrals, fuck, you feel so good,” he babbled helplessly. For a moment he turned to look at Ignis, glasses askew on his face in a purely lewd fashion. “Fuck me, Specs.”
Smirking, Ignis bit down on Noctis’ shoulder before answering. “As you wish.”
He followed that with a snap of his hips, driving Noctis hard against the shower wall and nearly knocking his own breath from his lungs. The prince was hot and tight around his cock and he already knew it could be torture to last until Noctis was fully satisfied. Still he persevered, settling into a hard and fast rhythm that he knew Noctis would appreciate.
And appreciate it, Noctis did. He flailed his fingers against the wet tile, pushing back to meet Ignis with every thrust as his cries became more and more unhinged. It wasn’t long before Noctis gasped a warning, tightly gripped the hand on his hip and shouted as he came against the wall in shuddering spurts.
Ignis felt Noctis go limp against him and he knew his time was almost up. “Noctis,” he whispered into his prince’s ear as his thrusts became less and less controlled. “Will you take the glasses off?”
Noctis smiled dreamily against the tile. “Sure, Specs. Whatever you want.”
In another two trusts Ignis was muffling his own cries against Noctis’ shoulder, gripping him tightly as he emptied himself into his boyfriend.
For several minutes they stood under the water together, propped against the wall as much as they were holding each other up. When his breath had calmed enough, Ignis slowly pulled himself out of Noctis and stood straight again as the younger man turned himself back around.
“That was…pretty fucking amazing, Specs.” Noctis’ face was nothing short of blissed out, his eyelids already drooping despite the rushing water.
“As much I must agree,” Ignis replied curtly before snatching the glasses from Noctis’ face and replacing them on his own, “I’d much prefer a different pickup line than stealing my eyes.”
Noctis flushed further and looked away. “Didn’t mean to…I mean, it wasn’t *planned*.”
“Indeed.” Ignis reached out to grasp Noctis’ chin between his thumb and forefinger, pulling him into a gentle but searing kiss. “So, in the future, let’s plan these sorts of things. Agreed?”
Grinning sheepishly, Noctis let himself lean forward into Ignis’ embrace. “What, plan sex? What kind of fun is that?” Then he bust out laughing before Ignis could scold him, and they stayed like that for several more minutes before finally using the shower for its intended purpose.
"There's a storm coming," Noct said, without looking up at the sky, which was a brilliant, unfettered blue above the mountains. Prompto squinted up at it, trying to find so much as a wisp of cloud. But the day shone on all around them, as temperate and pleasant as could be desired, warm in the sunshine and chilly in the shade. The only hint as to the altitude was the Wennath River giggling through the massive tumult of glacier-strewn boulders, its clear waters only a few degrees warmer than the ice-pack high up above Callatein's Plunge. Prompto thrust the chunk of ore he'd found into the river to rinse it off, and even though the stream itself came from the Vesperpool and was supposed to be the warmer of the two waterways, his hand went instantly numb to the wrist.
"I don't recall anything about storms in the weather bulletin," Ignis said, polishing his glasses on his shirt-cuff. "But I'm given to understand they can crop up quite suddenly this time of year. I trust your senses more than I trust these provincial meteorologists."
"Prediction's got nothing to do with it," Gladio put in, adding, with a regretful sigh, "I hate to say it, but we should probably head beck to Burbost for the night. I was hoping we could camp instead, maybe let Noct get a little fishing in."
"Maybe eat some of Noct's fishing," Ignis corrected him. "But I'm afraid that's not in the cards. If these upland squalls are anything like I've heard, he'd need to be ice-fishing, and I daresay we haven't the equipment. To say nothing of the small matter of freezing to death in a tent." Ignis put his glasses back on. "Let's make our way back to the car."
"So what," Prompto said, trying to shake some feeling back into his hand, "First Noct can talk to ghosts, now he's making weather predictions? You going full-on Esper on us, man? Here's your rock, by the way."
"Nah." Noct held the chunk of ore Prompto gave him up to the light, sparking flashes of blue down in the depths of the raw stone. "Nothing like that. My back's fucking killing me, though."
Current would be Tomari/Gou/Chase/Kiriko in Drive~
G - Do you remember your first OTP, if so who was in it
I’m not sure if it’s chronologically correct, but I consider Rogue/Gambit to be my original OTP. <3 I ship that forever.
O - Choose a song at random, which ship or character does it remind you of
UVERworld’s Colors of the Heart…reminds me of Z from Tokkyuger. And if any ship with that, it would definitely be Raito/Z.
R - A pairing you ship that you don’t think anyone else ships
I’ve always kinda felt that way about CurryDon (which is why I adore the few people who have asked me to write it)…and about IaNobu as well…and there’s Kaito/Kouta/Micchi too…basically, ships that nobody else really ships are half of my life. -_-;;;
W - 5 favorite ships and 5 kinks you like best for said ships
