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Ignis was a difficult motherfucker to get a hold of. You couldn’t really blame him; being the advisor to the crown prince wasn’t exactly a walk in the park. But it’d been over a month since you’d moved into your new apartment in the capital, and he still hadn’t been over to see it. You were almost ready to get Gladio to carry him over, if only for a few minutes. You told yourself that it was normal to be this amped up about showing off your new place. Ignis was your friend, of course you wanted him to see it! Your frustration had absolutely nothing to do with the huge crush you’d been harboring for years. Nope, no correlation at all. It was just a silly little infatuation that you swore to keep to yourself. But if you were being completely honest, the only person you’d manage to hide your crush from was Ignis himself.
It was all Prompto’s fault. You’d known him since the two of you were in diapers, and he was the entire reason you were even part of his friend group. You should’ve known that it wouldn’t take him long to pick up on the fact that you always seemed to go red whenever Ignis so much as glanced in your direction. And then he and his big fat mouth had blabbed to Noctis, because that boy couldn’t keep a secret to save his life. Which meant that Noctis spilled the beans to Gladio, just because he knew it’d embarrass you. Long story short, your friends were dicks, but they at least had enough common sense to keep their mouths shut around Ignis. They weren’t that cruel.
Still, they weren’t above making fun of you for it whenever they had a chance. So when Gladio had texted you, “you owe me big time,” it scared the shit out of you. Even after your mini freak out where you spammed him with texts asking what the hell he did, he still refused to elaborate.
There you sat on your couch, phone in hand and pipe in the other, hoping that a little mary jane would calm your nerves. A knock at the door interrupted you just as you flicked the lighter, and you groaned. For half a second, you debated on whether or not you needed to throw on a jacket before you opened the door. It was nearly eight, meaning that you had settled into your bed clothes: booty shorts and a tank top that was just a size too small for your chest. But eventually you opted against it, figuring it was most likely just Prompto at your door. You swore that fiend could smell weed from all the way across the city.
You sauntered over to the door, still loosely holding the pipe by your side. Not even bothering to look through the peephole, you flung open the door with a snide remark already on your lips. “If you want some of this, you better pay me b–” Your voice caught in your throat as you realized you were eye level with a chest, meaning your visitor was far too tall to be Prompto. Your gaze traveled upwards and you gulped in fear. It was Ignis, arms folded behind his back as his eyes raked over your form. Suddenly feeling very underdressed, you brought a hand to fiddle with the strap of your tank top. The same hand that was holding your pipe. Ignis’ eyebrows shot up into space. With a squeak, you quickly shoved your hand behind your back. “It’s medicinal.”
“Right,” Ignis said slowly, pursing his lips. “Were you not aware that I was coming over?”
For fuck’s sake, Gladio. You grimaced. “No, I had no idea. I thought you were Prompto.”
“Ah, that explains quite a bit.” When you cocked your head in confusion, Ignis continued. “Gladio told me that you wished to talk with me. At the time, I thought it was odd that you hadn’t simply invited me over yourself.”
You made a mental note to beat the fuck out of Gladio the next time you saw him. “Sorry, I have no idea what he’s talking about.”
Ignis huffed out a sigh of frustration. “Sometimes I wonder if he even knows.” With an apologetic look, he moved to walk away. “Sorry for the confusion, have a good night.”
“Wait!” You called, frantically searching for some excuse to get him to stay. No way were you passing up the opportunity to spend time with Ignis one on one. “Do you want to see my place? I know you haven’t been over yet.” Your words came out rushed and stuttery, but they were enough to make Ignis pause.
“I suppose I have the time.” He took a step back towards the door, then stopped again and smirked at you. “If, of course, you would be so kind as to share.”
For a moment, you were confused as to what in the world he was talking about. And then you followed his pointed gaze all the way to where you were still hiding the pipe behind your back. Your mouth dropped open. “Ignis Scientia smokes?”
With a panicked ‘ shhhh!’ Ignis pushed past you into your apartment, hurriedly yanking the door closed. “Astrals, do not shout it to the heavens.”
You spun on your heel to shrug sheepishly at Ignis, who was now standing tense in your hallway. “My bad.”
“And I do not smoke, actually,” he said, smirk gone from his face and replaced with an awkward smile. “But I would be up for trying it, and now seems as good a time as any.”
Well, you could go ahead and mark yourself down as both floored and horny. The most uptight, straight edge, responsible man you knew wanted you to corrupt him with the devil’s lettuce. The image of him blowing smoke out of his mouth, eyes half lidded and hazy popped into your head and you had to fight back a sigh of arousal. “Shit, I don’t see why not.”
Nodding towards the living room, you led him towards your couch and plopped down on it. The plush fabric rubbed against your bare legs and you once again became aware of just how much skin you were showing. You knew Ignis was a gentleman through and through, so there was no way on Earth he’d stare at your exposed cleavage or your way-too-short shorts–you weren’t sure if you were relieved or disappointed. “So, do you want to watch me do it?” You asked tentatively when Ignis sat down next to you.
He hummed thoughtfully. “Yes, I think so.” He leaned back onto the couch, stretching out his long legs and staring at you. Your brain nearly short circuited at just how attractive he was; all lean muscle and hard lines. He was missing his usual jacket, leaving him in just a plain white dress shirt. God, you wanted to yank open those buttons and–
You shook your head roughly, trying to reroute your train of thought before it completely went off the rails. “Um, okay.” As you reached for the small baggie on the coffee table in front of you, you tried to comprehend what was about to happen. Never in a million years did you think that you would ever be smoking with Ignis. You wanted to burn this night into your brain, because there was no way the stars would ever line up like this again. “So, I’m just gonna pack enough in here for two hits,” you explained, opening the baggie and picking out some of the flower with practiced fingers. “Don’t feel bad if you cough or anything, I nearly puked my first time. Prompto still hasn’t let me forget about that.”
He chuckled, shaking his head. “I trust you to keep everything that happens here between us.”
It warmed your heart that Ignis had so much faith in you. He was correct, of course. You’d never go out of your way to tease him about something that could screw up his reputation. But there was a nagging question at the back of your mind…why was he so chill about this? “Ignis, not that I’m complaining, but what brought all of this on? I thought you were against things like this.”
“Normally, I would be,” he said, running a hand through his gelled hair with a sigh. “But, I know I’ve been high strung as of late. More so than usual. Both Gladiolus and Noctis have been telling me that I need to find a way to relax before I, as they put it, ‘explode.’ I initially brushed them off, but the other day I nearly snapped at Iris when she had simply asked a question.”
That explained a lot. If even Noctis was pressuring him to unwind, then he must’ve been extremely stressed. Even more so if he was snapping at people. You wanted to reach out and run a comforting hand along his leg, but refrained. Ignis wasn’t exactly one for physical affection; you didn’t want to spook him. “Well, you’ve come to the right place,” you said lightly, trying to bring the attention off of him. You mustered up a wide grin. “They call me the relaxation wizard.”
“I have never heard anyone call you that.”
“Prompto does,” you said defensively. “Sometimes.” With a short giggle, you finished packing the bowl and held it up for Ignis to look at. “Okay, I’ll explain what you need to do, then show you.” You tapped a finger to the small hole on the side of the pipe. “This little hole is called a ‘carb,’ you’re gonna want to hold your finger over this while you light it. You just place it against your lips, hold the flame to the bowl, and breathe in lightly.” Ignis nodded along, looking incredibly focused. It was only natural for him to take even something like this incredibly seriously. “Don’t breathe it into your lungs at first, you just want the smoke to fill up the pipe. Then, you’ll take your finger off the carb, and breathe in as deep as you can. Don’t worry about getting all of it, only take as much as you feel comfortable with.”
“I think I understand.” His emerald eyes were shining with concentration and you wanted to sink back into the couch, away from his intense gaze. Those eyes always made you feel analyzed; like he was picking apart your psyche piece by piece. But to be fair, you always thought that the anxiety he produced in you was part of the turn on.
More to distract yourself than to demonstrate, you brought the pipe to your lips and flicked the lighter at the other end. You exaggerated the movement of your finger from the carb to make it clearer what you were doing, then inhaled a lungful of smoke. It burned pleasantly down your windpipe and into your chest. After a moment or two, you breathed out. The smoke curled around your lips and wisped into the air, dispersed by the fan above you. “Your turn,” you said, passing the pipe to Ignis. When he held out his hand for the lighter, too, you shook your head. “I’ll light it for you the first time. It’ll be easier if you have less things to focus on.”
It was mostly true. The real reason was that you wanted the simple intimacy of lighting the pipe for him. It would give you a front row view of his lips wrapped around the pipe; you almost wished Prompto was here to take a picture, to immortalize the moment. “Alright, then.” Ignis sounded skeptical, like he suspected there was an ulterior motive hidden behind your insistence. The man was too perceptive for his own good. Still, he brought the pipe to his mouth and gave you a nod, signaling that he was ready.
“Okay, I’ll tell you when to lift your finger and inhale,” you said, trying to keep your hand from trembling. You sat up on your knees to get a better angle and leaned over him. Your shaking fingers fumbled on the lighter, but after a few awkward flicks, the flame finally caught. Ignis sucked gently, eyes almost crossed as he watched the smoke fill the pipe. You pulled the lighter back when the smoke was opaque. “Finger off the carb, inhale,” you instructed. The smoke was pulled from the pipe quickly as Ignis let go of the carb. You stared, transfixed, as he let his head fall back against the couch to blow the smoke upwards towards the fan.
Watching the wispy smoke blow out of Ignis’ mouth turned out to be one of the sexiest things you’d ever had the pleasure of witnessing. You faintly wondered if you could convince him to let you give him a shotgun kiss, but dismissed the idea as quickly as it came. No way that would ever happen. As you expected, Ignis doubled over in a coughing fit not even a minute after exhaling. You jumped off the couch and hurried to the kitchen to grab him a glass of water. He accepted it gratefully and took a long sip while you stared at him in concern, sitting back down beside him.
“You alright?” You asked nervously, hoping that he hadn’t managed to hurt his throat with all of the coughing.
“I believe I will live,” he rasped, taking another drink of water. He handed the pipe back to you and grimaced. “That was unpleasant. You do this to relax?”
You snorted. “Yeah, first time always sucks. It gets easier.” Humming quietly to yourself, you grabbed your ashtray from the coffee table and cleaned out the pipe. It was easy to lose yourself in the routine of clearing the ash and packing a fresh bowl; the familiar motions calmed your racing heart.
Ignis eyed you skeptically. “I sincerely doubt the second time will be any better.”
With a hum of reassurance, you waved a dismissive hand at him. “This is for me, my tolerance is gonna be a lot higher than yours. You should wait for a bit before taking another hit.” The last thing you needed was to get the advisor to the crown prince too high and end up having to take him to a doctor. Now that sounded like a fast track to some prison time. You leaned back on the couch and lit the bowl, lazily taking a hit. You were vaguely aware of Ignis watching you, and you could feel your cheeks flush a bit red. You weren’t used to having his full attention like this; it was overwhelming. Needing something to break the tension, you exhaled and lolled your head over to stare back. “How’re you feeling over there?”
His eyes had taken on a pink hue, and he had sunk down lower into the couch. “I feel…” he paused, searching for the right word. You stifled a giggle; it wasn’t often that Ignis fumbled for words. “Hazy, like I’m far away from everything.” He finally finished, speaking slowly and carefully.
“Yep, that’s normal. I’ll be right there with you after I finish this bowl.” Not wanting to be left out of the fun, you took another hit, still watching Ignis carefully to make sure he was alright.
The man in question seemed to be quite alright. A lazy smile had graced his normally tense feature, and he was just…staring at you. It was bad enough that the most attractive man you knew was high on your couch, and now you had to deal with him eyeing you up the entire time? It’d be a miracle if you survived the night. He watched you until all the flower in your bowl had turned to ash, and then cleared his throat. “Apologies, I just realized that I have been staring.” He ducked his head down, obviously a little embarrassed. “This is a bit intense.”
You set the pipe on the table, making a mental note to clean it out later. Right now, you needed to worry about distracting Ignis before he freaked. “Here, let’s do something to take your mind off of it while you get used to the feeling.” You stood up, gesturing for him to do the same. By now, you had started to feel the effects as well, and you paused for a moment to let your eyes rake over Ignis’ form. Being high normally cranked your libido up to ten, so trying to reign in your desire was proving to be quite the challenge. “Um, I can take you on the grand tour of my house,” you said, voice cracking as your mouth dried out.
“That sounds nice,” Ignis replied, standing up and stretching. You mourned the fact that his shirt was tucked in; it would’ve been nice to catch a glimpse of skin, but it seemed it wasn’t in the cards for tonight. “Lead the way.” His normally composed tone was slurred, raspy. It sent shivers down your spine and you had to clear your throat before you could speak.
“Ah, okay,” you stuttered nervously as you made your way into the kitchen. “Here’s where I fail to be as good a cook as you.”
“I could teach you sometime.” Ignis had appeared behind you, standing far closer than you were ready for. So close that you could feel his breath ghosting over your neck. You fought the urge to lean back into the warmth radiating off his body and instead forced out a laugh.
Cooking with Ignis sounded fun, if not a bit intimidating. You weren’t sure if your ego was ready for him judging your skills in the kitchen. “Maybe one day,” you said, shrugging off the overwhelming need that had seeped into your veins. You needed him to touch you, to be closer to you. And that wasn’t just the high talking; you’d needed him since the first time he looked at you with those gorgeous eyes. Spinning around to face him–and refusing to meet his gaze–you managed to squeeze past him without making contact. He followed you down the hallway wordlessly, a silent presence that had you on edge. You stopped at the entrance to your bedroom and stepped aside to let him peer in. “And that’s my room. It’s, uh, it’s nothing much right now. I haven’t had a chance to do much decorating.”
“It looks very cozy.”
“Oh, it totally is. I have the softest blankets ever.” Now that you were thinking about it, burying your face in those blankets sounded like the best thing in the world. Without hesitating, you took two steps, then threw yourself face down onto your bed. “Come feel,” you said, voice muffled by the soft fabric. You felt the bed dip down, and looked up to see Ignis perched on the edge, looking incredibly uncomfortable. “What’s wrong, never been in a girl’s bed before?” You teased.
Ignis sighed, half lidded eyes downcast in…regret? Embarrassment? “I have not, if you must know.”
Well, now you felt like a dick. You sat up and placed a gentle hand on Ignis’ shoulder without thinking. “Oh, man, I’m sorry. I was just messing around, it’s not that big of a deal.” Some tiny, selfish part of you squealed with joy and possessiveness. It was wrong on so many levels, but you couldn’t help but imagine being the first one to touch him, making him come apart under your hands.
“It’s alright,” Ignis said. His hand grasped your wrist and lightly pulled your hand off of his shoulder. “Can I…” he trailed off, letting go of your arm to run his fingers through his hair. “May I ask a question that might come across as improper?”
Trying not to let the hurt show on your face from him shrugging off your touch, you nodded. “Only if you’ll relax and come sit with me.” You scooted up towards the top of the bed and leaned back against the pillows, legs outstretched in front of you.
He looked conflicted, eyes darting between yours and the spot next to you. Finally, he relented, and crawled up the blankets until he could settle against the pillows next to you. “Is, uh, copulation really that great? Or is it more of a status symbol?’ His voice was shaky and uncertain, but even as you nearly choked on your spit in surprise, he continued. “My life has mostly consisted of work and, well, more work. I’ve not had the time to pursue any kind of relationship, physical or otherwise. And I, I cannot say that I am not curious.”
You were speechless. Ignis was excellent at flustering you under the best conditions, but high Ignis was a whole other ballpark. He was more open and shameless than you had ever seen him, and you had no idea how to deal. And now you were expected to talk about sex with him? You were glad you had smoked so much, because there was no way you’d be able to get through this sober. “Ah, well,” you started, cheeks flushed red and hands trembling.
“You do not need to answer if you're not comfortable discussing this.” There was a pause, and then the Ignis you knew returned full force. “Oh, Astrals, did I really just ask you that? I apologize, I’m not quite myself right now.”
Although your first instinct was to reach out to him again, you refrained. “Iggy, it’s okay, it’s normal to be curious. And I’m your friend, you can ask me anything and I won’t be weirded out.” You steeled your nerves and took a deep breath, keeping your hazy eyes on your lap instead of your friend. Gods knew you wouldn’t be able to do this if he was staring at you again. “To answer your question, yes, it’s really that great. I mean, bad sex exists, but it can feel really good with the right partner.”
Ignis was quiet beside you, save for the even rhythm of his breathing. You risked a glance over and saw that his gaze was turned upwards; he looked so deep in thought you wondered if he had even heard you. It took a minute or so, but he answered you eventually. “I’ve never told anyone this, but I often worry I won’t know what to do when the time comes.”
This time, you were unable to fight the urge to comfort him. Your hand fell onto his leg and you rubbed your thumb across the fabric of his pants absentmindedly. You were generally a pretty affectionate person, so the idle touch felt natural to you. Ignis was really the only one you weren’t overly touchy with, but it seemed like that would change tonight. “I think a lot of people worry about that. I know that I did.” You pursed your lips in consideration. “Have you ever kissed anyone?” As the words left your mouth, you wished you could gather them up and push them back in. You were being nosy and selfish, feeding into your own delusional claim on the man beside you.
“No, I have not.” Ignis’ eyes were fixed on your hand that rested on his thigh. He chewed on his lip, fingers twitching as if he wanted to brush you off again, but he made no move to. “Why do you ask?”
Eyes shut tight, you ground your teeth together in an attempt to work up the courage for your next question. “Would you like to? Kiss someone, I mean.” You opened your eyes, almost shocked at your own boldness.
Perception seemingly not dulled by the drug in his system, Ignis caught on to your meaning almost immediately. “Are you offering?” He turned towards you, green eyes boring deep into you until you had no choice but to meet his gaze. Despite the faint film of dreaminess that betrayed his state, he looked as sharp and analytic as ever. It made you want to crumble into pieces.
“Only if you want.” You willed yourself to shut up, to backpedal and say that you were too high to know what you were talking about. But it was far too late; your needy heart had taken the reins and it was loath to let them go so soon. Your words hung in the air, thickening the tension that had been building since Ignis had first stepped into your apartment. You cleared your throat once, twice, then shot off the bed like you’d been electrocuted. “Sorry, that was weird! I’m gonna go smoke a little more.” You barely gave Ignis a chance to respond, speed walking back to your living room and escaping the awkward situation that you’d created.
It wasn’t until you had gotten your pipe ready for another hit that Ignis finally emerged from your bedroom. He hovered in the hallway for a moment, then huffed at you and walked over to sit down. You made a point to ignore him in favor of mistreating your lungs for the umpteenth time that night. “I was going to say yes.” Ignis said, sounding slightly miffed that you had ditched him.
You choked on a gasp and threw your face into the crook of your elbow to muffle a coughing fit. “Excuse me?” You managed, throat burning and cheeks aflame.
“I may be ‘high,’” he lifted a hand to make air quotes. “But I’m sure that I am aware enough to consent to something of that nature. Especially with a close friend.”
Attempting to slow your breathing, you ran both of your hands through your hair, pipe forgotten next to you on the couch. “Um, okay, yeah.” Fuck, you couldn’t string a sentence together to save your life. “How do you, how do you want to do this?” The room was spinning, and you couldn’t tell if it was the anxiety or the drugs. Most likely the former, given the fact that you were about to kiss Ignis. Your entire nervous system was on overdrive, yet your libido was cheering violently. You wanted to shout to the heavens that you were about to be his first kiss. Fuck, you wanted to be his last kiss.You wanted to be the only one he ever wanted to kiss.
A shaky sigh coming from Ignis drew you out of your mini freak out. “I might need to smoke again for this,” he admitted, picking at the fabric of his shirt.
Oh. Oh. It seemed like everything was coming up you tonight. Because you were about to kill two birds with one kiss. “Do you know what shotgunning is? In reference to smoking, I mean.”
“I don’t believe so.”
“Um, so it’s where one person takes a hit, then blows it into someone else’s mouth.” Your heart was speeding up with every word you spoke, anticipation thrumming through your veins. “It’ll be easier on your lungs than taking a full hit,” you offered, hoping to sweeten the deal. What you really wanted to say was: please please please please please. But you put a lid on the less restrained side of your brain and went for the more…chill approach. Better to act like this was no big deal, lest you risk fucking it all to the ground by being overeager.
The long pause Ignis took before responding had your nerves flying into overdrive. “I think-” he licked his lips nervously, then swallowed hard. “That, um, that might be fun.”
Your eyes glazed over in blind desire. As fast as you could manage without making an idiot of yourself, you maneuvered on the couch until you were in the same position you had taken to light Ignis’ first hit. He leaned back to give you space, a red flush creeping up his cheeks as his breath quickened. “Ready?” You asked with a shy smile. Ignis nodded, giving you all the consent you needed to light your pipe and inhale, then press your lips to his.
The moment your mouth met his, all thought left your brain. You completely forgot that you were supposed to be exhaling, because all that mattered in the world was the feeling of his warm lips on yours. The burning in your throat reminded you that there was an end goal to this, so you brought your hand up to squeeze his arm once as a warning, then blew the remainder of the smoke into Ignis’ open mouth. You could feel him inhale, and almost wanted to cry when he pulled his face away to blow the smoke out. Sitting back on your haunches to give him some room, you turned your gaze downwards and tried to ignore the heat that crept into your stomach.
You’d barely gotten the chance to set your pipe back down before there was a hurried movement beside you and then, oh, Ignis was pinning you to the back of the couch and kissing the daylights out of you.
His mouth slid against yours clumsily, and you tensed in surprise before jumping into action to kiss him back with fervor. He was content to back off and let you dominate the kiss, his warm hands finding your waist. You moaned at the contact, the sound muffled against his lips. After a few seconds of euphoria, Ignis pulled back, panting heavily, pupils blown. “I’m sorry, I couldn’t help myself,” he whispered almost reverently once his breathing evened out. “You make me dizzy.”
“Are you sure you haven’t kissed anyone before?” You asked, laughing almost hysterically. The room felt three times smaller with Ignis still sitting so close. A claustrophobic sort of panic was rising in your chest, along with an internal monologue of confusion. What did this mean for your friendship? Are things going to get awkward again? Will he kiss me again?
“Quite sure.” He seemed reluctant to move any further away from you. His eyes flickered down to your bare legs, then back up. “Oh, fuck it all,” he murmured softly, more to himself than to you, then surged forward to kiss you again. “I want you,” he managed to pant out against your lips.
You barely registered his words, too caught up in trying to figure out if your weed was laced, and when the fuck you started hallucinating. Deciding to just enjoy the fever dream while it lasted, you pushed gently at his shoulders. With a small noise of frustration, Ignis pulled away and looked at you pleadingly. “Are you sure? We’re both high, and you’ve never done anything like this, and it could fuck up our friendship.” You were rambling, voice thick with both lust and worry.
Ignis took hold of your hands, squeezing them tightly. “I have wanted you long before any drug touched my system. You are the entire reason that I’ve been so distracted. I have never needed anyone until I met you, and now that I–” he closed his eyes and took a deep breath to steady himself. “Now that I know what your lips feel like, how soft your hands are in mine, I fear that I will never get enough. So yes, I am sure. You’ve reduced me to the basic needs that I’ve prided myself on being above; now take responsibility.”
He didn’t need to tell you twice. In a flash, you pulled Ignis’ shoulders until he got the message and leaned back against the couch. You clambered into his lap to straddle him, needy hands reaching to touch him anywhere, everywhere they could reach. He tensed for a moment, overwhelmed, before giving in to the frenzied passion and dragging you back down to his lips. Ignis, like usual, was a fast learner. He kissed you like he had done it a million times, fingers tightening their hold on your hips and hot breath mixing with yours. Without thinking, you grabbed blindly at the top button of his shirt and pulled. Hard.
Pop!
The first two buttons flew off. “I liked that shirt,” Ignis grumbled against your lips. He dug his nails into the skin of your hip in retaliation, and oh, fuck. You moaned at the sharp pinch and ground your ass down into his lap. The growing bulge in his slacks dragged against the thin fabric of your shorts, making both of you shiver.
“I’ll sew them back on,” you said, finally pulling away from the kiss to stand up on shaky legs. The room had melted into nothing around you; Ignis was the sun, all flushed skin and mussed hair, and you were Icarus, soaring closer and closer until his beauty sent you plummeting. And oh, how you wanted to fall. You grabbed at his arm to drag him off the couch and back down the hall to your bedroom. Your feet stumbled and twisted around nothing, caught up in the giddy excitement. It wasn’t until you reached the bed and yanked him onto it with you that Ignis finally hesitated.
He kneeled on the bed, you leaned back onto the pillows in front of him. “Darling, I–” He didn’t have to finish, you knew that he was completely out of his element. His hands hovered above your stomach, like he wasn’t sure what to do with him.
You took pity and slid out from under him to swap places. His breath quickened as he laid back, allowing you to straddle his hips. “You can touch me, Ignis,” you said quietly. When he didn’t move, you gently guided his hands to the hem of your tank top. Even through your clothes, you could feel the way his fingers trembled as he dipped them beneath the soft fabric. His green eyes were trained on yours while he lifted the tank top up and over your shoulders. With no bra to contain them, your breasts bounced free. Ignis’ gaze snapped down to watch the motion. A choked gasp escaped him and he tossed your top to the side carelessly.
“You’re gorgeous,” he whispered. “May I touch?” Even after all your encouragement, he was still asking for permission, voice hushed as if he expected you to deny him. It was sweet; even with how insistently his erection was pressing into your ass, he worried about your feelings before all else. It almost pained you to admit that you could see yourself falling in love with the man below you. What had started as a crush, a simple infatuation, had burned brighter into a consuming sense of belonging. Ignis just felt right.
“Touch me, please.” Your voice came out as a whine. There was a roaring fire in your veins, alighting every nerve with electricity and pleasure. It crested into an inferno when his warm hands found your chest. For a moment he just held them there, tits resting in his hands while his mouth dropped open in silent wonder. You brought your hands up to place them over his and squeezed. The pressure made your back arch into the touch, so you did it again. And again, until you were manipulating Ignis’ fingers with your own. You showed him how much pressure to squeeze with, when to brush a thumb over your nipple and when to pinch. Groans left your mouth with every drag of his skin against yours, rising in pitch and volume when he grew more confident and sat up to drag his hot tongue up your sternum.
The grinding of your hips became more insistent, making Ignis squeeze you harder and grunt with barely tethered restraint. He was unraveling, if the desperate, wild look in his eyes was any indication. You wanted to see that control break, to shatter the most put-together man in all of Lucis. So with a wicked grin, you tore yourself free from his grasp and slid down his body until you were settled between his legs. Somewhere along the way, he had unbuttoned and untucked the rest of his shirt, and it splayed open to reveal an expanse of pale skin. He was lean, that much you’d known, but you hadn’t been expecting him to be so toned. Tight abs clenched as you ran your fingers down them, stopping at the button to his pants. “Iggy, do you want me to suck your cock?” It twitched at your question, throbbing against the zipper.
“You don’t have to,” he said, but his body told a different story. His body was begging for you, and you wanted to give it everything it needed.
Your eyebrow raised as you drug a finger across the straining bulge. He threw his head back with a bitten off whimper. “Baby, I want to make this good for you.” His hands clutched at the sheets in response. “Have you thought about this? About fucking my throat?”
When he shivered at your words, you slid your hands along his thighs to ground him. “Yes, I have. I’ve wanted this since that night, hhhhah,” he broke off into a breathy moan and squirmed as you nuzzled against his crotch. “Prompto’s party. December.” Your eyes went wide.
You knew exactly which night he was talking about. It had been almost four years ago, and the third time you had properly met Ignis. You and Prompto had fed off each other’s energy all night, taking shot after shot and turning his living room into a dance floor. At some point, whether it was the dizziness from the alcohol or the dancing, you had stumbled and fallen onto Prompto’s couch. Right into the lap of a certain royal advisor. Even with how drunk you were, you had enough presence of mind to be humiliated. It was just when the beginning seeds of your crush had been planted, and you figured that you had just killed any chance you may have had. Ignis had been a gentleman, helping you to your feet and encouraging you to take a breather and drink some water. But you hadn’t missed the dark flash of…something in his eyes when you’d landed across his legs.
“That long?” You asked. A smile spread across your face and you had to fight the urge to propose right then and there.
Gentle fingers cupped your cheek and you leaned into the touch. “That long,” Ignis repeated. He stroked a thumb across your jaw. “Now, I believe you said something about…?” He trailed off, thumb coming up to rest on your lower lip.
Batting your eyes at him, you slowly sucked the digit into your mouth, tongue swiping along the pad of it. He hissed in a breath and relaxed back against the pillows. You wanted to tease him further, but you were getting impatient. You needed to hear more of those wonderful noises coming from his lips. With a wink, you dropped his thumb from your mouth and went to work on unbuttoning his pants. He lifted his hips to aid you in dragging them down his legs, and soon enough they were joining your top on the floor. His underwear of choice was a pair of gray briefs that hugged his narrow hips perfectly, and a tiny wet spot had formed where the head of his cock sat. Your ego purred at just how worked up he was. He shrugged his shirt the rest of the way off and tossed it aside, leaving his upper half completely bare. Your mouth watered, but you tried to return your focus to the task at hand. “Ready?” Your fingers danced along the waistband of the briefs, not quite dipping under.
“Plea- oh!”
The word had barely left his mouth, and you had already dragged his underwear down his thighs and wrapped a hand around his cock. It pulsed in your grip, a drop of pre-cum rolling down the side and wetting your fingers. Your mouth watering, you leaned forward to lap gently at the head, and that simple motion earned you a shaky groan. You were uncomfortably aroused, panties soaked and clinging to your cunt. But you ignored your own needs in favor of giving Ignis the best first blowjob a man could get. His hips snapped up when your lips first wrapped around him, and he hissed out a garbled apology, pressing them back down to the bed in an attempt to keep still.
The head was velvety against your tongue, and it was only then that you began to realize just how big Ignis was. The stretch of your jaw as you slid down on him made you ache in anticipation of feeling him inside of you. You threw a precautionary arm over his shaking hips; you knew he was trying his best not to choke you, but this was all new to him, and you figured he might not be able to help some of his reactions. You managed to get down over halfway before you felt the tip hit the back of your throat. Pulling back some, you worked your tongue around the hard flesh and let your fingers encircle the rest. “I can’t, mmmh, so good,” Ignis moaned. His normal proper way of speaking had dissolved into clips of sentences, broken off whines and moans. Every sound that you drew from him had you moaning back in response around his cock, making him tremble and gasp.
As your jaw got used to the stretch, you were able to take more of him, relaxing your throat and breathing in deeply through your nose. You were just shy of reaching the base, but decided that almost would have to be good enough. Next time, you thought–fuck, you hoped there’d be a next time. It didn’t seem as though Ignis minded, or even noticed that you couldn’t take the whole thing. He was too caught up in the wet drag of your tongue and your soft lips sliding rhythmically up and down. His hands stayed anchored to the sheets on either side of him, almost as if he was afraid he’d lose his grip on reality if he let go. And with every flick of your tongue, it was becoming harder and harder to keep his hips pinned to the bed.
“ Hnh, darling, you need to– fuck– you need to stop.” He was writhing under you now, muscles flexing in erratic twitches.
You pulled off of him reluctantly, pouting. “But I was having fun.”
“As was I, but this night was going to be over far too soon if you continued.” Ignis was still panting, but he had gotten enough of a hold on himself to at least speak plainly. Unclenching his hand from the sheets, he pushed up his glasses, which had fallen almost all the way down his nose.
“I didn’t even notice you still had those on,” you said, wiping the excess spit off of your mouth. He blushed and shrugged at you, then beckoned you back up to straddle him again. When you did so, he kicked his briefs the rest of the way off and pulled you close to his heaving chest. “How do you want me?” As much as you had gotten off on pleasuring him, your own body was screaming out for release.
“However you think is best.”
It wasn’t fair; Ignis never thought of himself, always put his wants and needs below others’. “No, this is your first time. I want it to be how you want.” You tried not to let the love you had for him bleed into your voice. Just because he had fantasized about you didn’t mean that he felt the same. Your heart burned at the possibility that this was purely physical for Ignis, but you tried to let it go. You’d cross that bridge when you came to it; for now, you just wanted to feel good.
He was quick to roll the two of you over until you were caged beneath him. Though you knew that Ignis spent quite a bit of time sparring or training with his weapons, he always seemed to surprise you with his strength. That lithe form hid deadly power. “I believe you’re overdressed,” Ignis said, propping himself up on his hands to stare down at you. You wanted to cower under his gaze, but you held firm and stared right back.
“I guess you’d better fix it, then.”
With a noise that sounded more like a growl than anything, Ignis sat back and hooked his fingers in the waistband of your shorts. He slid them down in one easy motion, dragging your panties off along with them. For a moment, he simply stared at your bare cunt, his bottom lip caught between his teeth. You could almost see the wires short circuiting in his brain. “I need you,” he moaned brokenly, and fell forward to kiss and bite at your neck.
You keened and tossed your head back to give him more room. That was what you needed: more. More contact, more pleasure, more anything. Your legs came up to wrap around his waist and pull his body against you. He jerked forward, his cock rubbing at your clit and nearly making you scream. You fisted your hands in his hair and pulled him away from his attack on your neck, back up to your lips, which had gone without his for far too long. He seemed to get the message and kissed you hard while his hips ground down against yours, teasing your pussy with a promise of what was to come.
“Just fuck me already,” you gasped out, breaking away from the kiss to whine frustratedly into the crook of his neck.
There was half a second of calm as he leaned back to grab the base of his cock and angle it towards your dripping entrance. And then you felt your nerves come sparking back to life with the head pushed slowly into you. Poor Ignis was shaking like a leaf above you, trying his damndest to go slow and not hurt you. You appreciated the sentiment, but by then you were wet enough to be able to take all of him. With a smirk that quickly dissolved into a cry of pleasure, you tightened your legs and pulled his hips downwards until he was fully seated inside of you.
“ O-oh, ffffuck,” he whimpered, burying his face in your hair. “I see why people do this so, ah, often.”
You huffed out a laugh that was more moan than anything else and ran your fingers through his hair. “Told you so.” You brought your point home by arching your hips up into his. He shuddered and pressed impossibly further into you, the stretch making you sigh in satisfaction. The pressure inside of you felt otherworldly, but it still wasn’t enough.
With some coaxing on your end, Ignis began to thrust into you at a steady pace. He was breathing erratically, but managed to find enough semblance of control to establish some sort of rhythm. You moaned out praises and encouragement, running your hands along the rippling muscles of his back. “You feel s– oooh– so good, darling,” Ignis groaned. As hard as it was to focus, you tried to file every one of his noises into your brain, not wanting to forget a single second.
“Touch me, p– hhah– please, Iggy.” Your voice was nothing more than a high pitched whine. Ignis’ cock was striking your most sensitive spot with every thrust, and embarrassingly enough, it was bringing you to the edge far too soon. But you couldn’t stop, you didn’t want to stop. You wanted his fingers on your clit and his cock in your cunt, and you needed to cum with his lips on yours. With as much lucidity as he could muster, Ignis shoved a hand between your bodies and rubbed against your pussy with his thumb. “H-higher,” you instructed breathlessly.
Ever the good listener, Ignis followed your direction and brought his hand up a tad higher. When you gasped and arched, he pressed into your clit and rubbed tight circles into the swollen nub. “Say my name,” he ground out, thrusts growing rough and impatient. “S-say my name when you cum for me, fuck.” His glasses were barely hanging on his face by now, and behind them you caught a glimpse of feral, green eyes. He choked out another moan as his pace stuttered again and increased the speed of his fingers. “ Please, I need you cum before me.”
Ignis was a wet dream come to life. He was passionate and eager and he listened to you, and you were about to cum all over his cock. With a curse and a strangled whimper, you dug your nails into Ignis’ back and screamed his name as you came. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, and your vision went dark as you heard Ignis gasp brokenly, then sob out your name as he stilled and pulsed within you. The wet heat spilling into your pussy intensified your pleasure tenfold, causing more whines to fall from your lips.
It felt like years before the wave of ecstasy finally subsided enough for you to open your eyes. Ignis had collapsed on top of you, sweaty and panting with heavy breaths. You were content to lie there under him, but there was a pressing fear at the back of your mind. Had you just screwed up your friendship entirely? Ignis must have felt your heart pick up speed again, because he pushed himself up to stare down at you with a concerned look. “Is-is everything alright? Was that alright?” He seemed panicked, terrified at the idea that you may have regretted what had just conspired.
“What does this mean for us?” Your voice was barely a whisper, throat raw from the smoking and the screaming. The high had worn off almost entirely, and it left a stomach-turning sense of anxiety in its wake.
“What would you like it to mean?” Ignis asked. He squinted down at you, making you realize that his glasses had disappeared in the midst of his orgasm. Without a barrier obscuring them, the vibrant green of his eyes was nearly overwhelming. You turned your face into the pillow under your head. He let you hide for a moment, then sighed, frustrated. “Would you like to know what I want?”
You nodded, still refusing to meet his gaze for fear of falling deeper under his spell.
He rolled off of you, lying beside you just close enough so that you could feel the warmth radiating off of him, but not touch him. “I want to do this again.” You held your breath, heart leaping as you waited for him to continue. “But I also want to hold your hand, to kiss you in front of our friends, to protect you from the horrors that go on in this world.” His voice sounded thick, like he was on the verge of tears. “But most of all, I do not want to leave this bed. I want to stay here with you. Shirk all of my responsibilities, spend hours upon hours lying here with you. You are the most dangerous creature that I have ever had the pleasure of meeting. You make me want to give up all I have in favor of calling you mine. And that is why I have tried for so long to avoid this.” He laughed humorlessly, clearing his throat in a vain attempt to stave off the tears. “But I fear that I am quite addicted.”
You turned to face him, hot tears flowing freely down your cheeks. “Ignis, I–” You choked out a sob, reaching out for him. “I wouldn’t ask that of you. I don’t want you to give up anything for me. If being with you means that I can’t always be with you because of your job, then that’s fine. I’ll love you no matter the price.”
Arms shaking, Ignis pulled you onto his chest and buried his face in the top of your head. He sniffed hard, still hell bent on keeping his composure, even as you fell apart. “For you, darling, I will make this work.”
And you knew he would.