[Noct's own hold tightens as Ignis falters, supporting him until he finds his knees again, and a soft exhaling laugh escapes his lips at the expression Ignis wears. He looks as surprised as Noctis feels about rediscovering another memory, one near and dear to both of their hearts. Perhaps he'll be made to remember his life backwards, first the dream, his death, the night before... they're not all unhappy memories, at least. Thanks to all he's remembered so far, he has a new life, a rediscovered love. Maybe a future, if they're able to fight for it. He wants to believe that they'll make it, and will cling to that belief as long as he's able to survive.
He listens quietly as Ignis speaks, and when Ignis kisses him, he leans into it, eyes closing as he re-learns the steps of it, the soft brush of lips on his, the urgency of emotions, the hands holding him close. His breath catches between kisses, and he arches his body into them, leaning in to feel that warmth against his own, stay as close as he can without being crushed against the other man. This... doesn't feel like the kiss or embrace of someone who fears him or the fire he carries beneath his skin. It doesn't feel like the touch of someone who could abandon him if he failed to remember anything else of worth to their relationship or the world. It feels real, and Noctis clings to that feeling, desperately and gratefully. He's seeking a purpose, here- a reason to stay and live and be what he could have been if he had survived the dawn. This is reason enough, for him.
He draws back as Ignis does, for breath, for pause, just to look at him and marvel at the fact that he's here, that he can see and they're together. It's a miracle, all of it. He's so grateful, and it feels absurd to even consider thanking the gods for his life when they stole it away in the first place, but- he could have died so many times. He has no regrets about dying to save this world, and the people that he must have loved at the time. Ignis is one of those people, and he's alive now. That means it was worth it. And he's not so ungrateful that he can't feel thanks for the gift they'd been under no obligation to give.]
I love you, [he whispers back with ease, without hesitation.] I love you.
[Even with the prospect of making new memories together, even with the reassurance that Ignis will love him all the same... he's even more determined than ever to remember who he was before. Remembering that night only makes him love Ignis more, and he wants to experience that feeling over and over, from now on. He wants to love Ignis as much as his heart can manage. It's what he deserves.]
[ Ignis finds that he doesn't want to think anymore, he only wants to feel. He's going with his feelings here, feeling Noctis' arms around him, their bodies close, but being careful not to crush them. The heat radiating off their bodies is warmer than any fire can give off. Ignis shifts the hand on Noctis' neck to his back, arm wrapping around there. He gently pulls him into Ignis, helping Noct get closer to him as he feels the man arching his body to get closer to his. He wants this too, the feel of the closeness of their bodies. He interlocks their joined hands, moving them down to their sides. His breath hitches with every kiss given and taken.
As he draws back from the first round of his kisses, he's breathless, breathing hard. He sees Noctis looking at him and he can't help but look back, drinking in the sight before him. He doesn't see someone that's he's scared of or someone that he'll walk away from, no, that's from far from the truth. Ignis sees a man that loves him greatly, he sees someone that he's in love with and that in turn makes him more determined to keep Noctis at his side.
Those three words have his heart racing again, a chill up his spine when Noctis returns them. He wants to give Noctis all that he can, all of his love, his heart, soul, body and mind. Whatever Noctis wants and desires out of Ignis, he'll gladly give it. He has a lot of love to give, he wants to share this love with the other man.
He'd been surprised at himself too, feeling himself falling in love with Noctis all over again. He wants to love the man even more and keep holding onto these feelings, of feeling love and being loved in return.
He exhales a breath. ]
I love you. [ He'll never tire of hearing that from Noctis, of saying it himself. ] I love you.
[ He pulls them back in, this time, his kisses are gentle and soft. Slow going this time around instead of the feverish ones he'd given before. Each kiss repeats those three words, not voicing it himself. There's five years worth of kisses and hugs coming, he has a lot locked in that's begging to be released now and he's only getting started here.
Boyfriend. Once that thought hits him, he can't help but pull back a bit and give out a laugh, the first of many happy laughs like this.
That has a nice ring to it - boyfriend.
He clings to Noctis tighter and gives himself a moment to reflect on what this means for him, for Noctis and for them. Out of everything that transpired here tonight, this is the best thing that happened to the both of them. He's smiling again, along with his laughter and it shows in his eyes just how happy he is. He couldn't begin to put it down on paper to describe his happiness here, and it's all of the man's fault in his arms. Noctis truly does bring this out of him, the best in him. ]
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He listens quietly as Ignis speaks, and when Ignis kisses him, he leans into it, eyes closing as he re-learns the steps of it, the soft brush of lips on his, the urgency of emotions, the hands holding him close. His breath catches between kisses, and he arches his body into them, leaning in to feel that warmth against his own, stay as close as he can without being crushed against the other man. This... doesn't feel like the kiss or embrace of someone who fears him or the fire he carries beneath his skin. It doesn't feel like the touch of someone who could abandon him if he failed to remember anything else of worth to their relationship or the world. It feels real, and Noctis clings to that feeling, desperately and gratefully. He's seeking a purpose, here- a reason to stay and live and be what he could have been if he had survived the dawn. This is reason enough, for him.
He draws back as Ignis does, for breath, for pause, just to look at him and marvel at the fact that he's here, that he can see and they're together. It's a miracle, all of it. He's so grateful, and it feels absurd to even consider thanking the gods for his life when they stole it away in the first place, but- he could have died so many times. He has no regrets about dying to save this world, and the people that he must have loved at the time. Ignis is one of those people, and he's alive now. That means it was worth it. And he's not so ungrateful that he can't feel thanks for the gift they'd been under no obligation to give.]
I love you, [he whispers back with ease, without hesitation.] I love you.
[Even with the prospect of making new memories together, even with the reassurance that Ignis will love him all the same... he's even more determined than ever to remember who he was before. Remembering that night only makes him love Ignis more, and he wants to experience that feeling over and over, from now on. He wants to love Ignis as much as his heart can manage. It's what he deserves.]
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As he draws back from the first round of his kisses, he's breathless, breathing hard. He sees Noctis looking at him and he can't help but look back, drinking in the sight before him. He doesn't see someone that's he's scared of or someone that he'll walk away from, no, that's from far from the truth. Ignis sees a man that loves him greatly, he sees someone that he's in love with and that in turn makes him more determined to keep Noctis at his side.
Those three words have his heart racing again, a chill up his spine when Noctis returns them. He wants to give Noctis all that he can, all of his love, his heart, soul, body and mind. Whatever Noctis wants and desires out of Ignis, he'll gladly give it. He has a lot of love to give, he wants to share this love with the other man.
He'd been surprised at himself too, feeling himself falling in love with Noctis all over again. He wants to love the man even more and keep holding onto these feelings, of feeling love and being loved in return.
He exhales a breath. ]
I love you. [ He'll never tire of hearing that from Noctis, of saying it himself. ] I love you.
[ He pulls them back in, this time, his kisses are gentle and soft. Slow going this time around instead of the feverish ones he'd given before. Each kiss repeats those three words, not voicing it himself. There's five years worth of kisses and hugs coming, he has a lot locked in that's begging to be released now and he's only getting started here.
Boyfriend. Once that thought hits him, he can't help but pull back a bit and give out a laugh, the first of many happy laughs like this.
That has a nice ring to it - boyfriend.
He clings to Noctis tighter and gives himself a moment to reflect on what this means for him, for Noctis and for them. Out of everything that transpired here tonight, this is the best thing that happened to the both of them. He's smiling again, along with his laughter and it shows in his eyes just how happy he is. He couldn't begin to put it down on paper to describe his happiness here, and it's all of the man's fault in his arms. Noctis truly does bring this out of him, the best in him. ]