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A late fill for @ignoctweek ‘s nsfw work, day 2 “authority kink.”

 By the time they left Camelia’s office, Ignis was barely holding himself together.

Noctis had preformed admirably in the negotiations. In fact, admirably was not a strong enough word.

He had been firm without being unfair, truthful without revealing everything, compassionate without being unrealistic, and Ignis had been proud beyond words.

He was growing into a marvellous king.

Ignis had also found Noctis’ kingly demeanour overwhelmingly, unfairly attractive. That tone of voice combined with the suit he was wearing was a dangerous combination. He’d had to make a conscious effort not to fidget during the meeting, and by the time it ended his mouth was dry and he could feel sweat gathering at the back of his neck.

It took all his self-control to wait until they reached the hotel before pulling Noctis to one side. “A word?” he asked, surprised that his voice came out as steady as it did.  

“Don’t be too long,” Gladio said dryly, sending Ignis a look that communicated clearly that Ignis hadn’t fooled him at all. “We have a lot to discuss before tomorrow.”

Ignis nodded, ushering Noctis to their room and closing the door. Noct’s face was blank, and he was watching Ignis warily.

“That bad, huh?” Noctis said as soon as the door shut, and Ignis realised that in his haste to get Noctis alone, he had badly miscommunicated his intentions. He cursed himself inwardly and took Noctis in his arms.

“Quite the opposite,” he assured him warmly. “You were outstanding, Noct.”

“Yeah?” Noctis asked. “I thought it went okay –” but the end of his sentence was lost when Ignis kissed him, hard and fervently, and Noctis just pulled him in closer, soon picking up on his mood and matching his desire.

“You were every inch a king,” Ignis told him when he broke away to take a deep breath. “Just like your father.”  

“And… that turned you on?” Noctis asked, pulling a face.

“You turn me on,” Ignis corrected him, gentle and sincere. “Always, but especially…”

He swallowed hard, and dropped to his knees.

“Specs?” Noctis asked uncertainly.

“You are my king,” Ignis said, and he could hear the desire in his own voice. “Command me.”

Noctis reached out his hand, but hesitated. “You know you don’t have to kneel to me, Ignis,” he said, and Ignis laughed gently.

“I’m right where I want to be,” Ignis assured him. He took Noct’s hand and guided it towards his head. “Command me. If you want to, of course.”

Noctis said nothing for a long moment, just petted his hair, but Ignis saw the resolve form on his face. “Take off my pants,” he ordered, and Ignis hurried to obey, his hands clumsy in his eagerness.

He unfastened Noct’s belt, running his fingers over the skull on the buckle reverently before discarding it behind him. He slowly undid the button, pulled down the fly, feeling Noct’s cock jump under his touch, and took a breath as his trousers fell to the floor.

He reached for Noct’s underwear, but Noctis tugged on his hair, not enough to hurt him, but enough to stop him. “I didn’t tell you to do that,” Noctis said, and Ignis let out a moan, resting his forehead against Noct’s hip, suddenly dizzy with lust. He’d been halfway there since the meeting, but he was all of sudden overwhelmed.

Noctis gave him a minute, stroking his hair again until he pulled back. “Command me,” he said again, his voice hoarse.

“Suck me thorough my boxers,” Noctis said, his voice only shaking a bit and Ignis mouthed at him before he had even finished speaking, soaking the fabric and revelling in the feeling of Noct’s hard length against his tongue, even if he couldn’t taste his skin.

“Take me in your mouth now,” Noct said, and it was barely an order by now, his knees were trembling, but it was all Ignis needed. He fumbled Noct’s underwear down with one hand, the other pressing against himself in a desperate attempt to hold himself back as he swallowed Noctis down as deep as he could.

“Don’t touch yourself, wait…” Noct said, but the rest of his command was lost as he came, sudden and hard down Ignis’s throat.

Ignis eased him through it, until Noct carefully pushed his head away, oversensitive, and dropped heavily down next to him. He pulled Ignis into another kiss, more gently this time.

“Was that okay?” Noctis asked, and Ignis nodded, too overwhelmed to find words.

“Then get on the bed,” Noctis said, his kingly voice a delicious counterpoint to his smug grin. “We’re not finished yet.”