*…and the other boot drops.

Just a pinch of bondage in this chapter.

SHED SOME LIGHT ON THINGS

CHAPTER 11

They had been gone about fifteen minutes when Noctis began to suspect that they might not be coming back. He took a bite of his caramel apple on a stick and leaned over the railing at the edge of the carnival. The view of Duscae at night was breathtaking. The crescent moon pierced the arch of the Disk in the distance, giving the look that it had impaled it. Prompto would probably be taking pictures if he were here.

He looked to his side at Ignis. His advisor was facing the breeze but Noctis knew that he wasn't enjoying the view. He never would again. Noctis still harbored some guilt about the incident that led to Ignis losing his sight. The King still wasn't exactly sure what happened to mar those beautiful features. What had taken those green eyes away from him? Growing up Ignis was always difficult to read, he still was, but Noctis was always able to tell by his eyes if he was proud, annoyed, happy, displeased, or angry. If only he hadn't taken it for granted.

"You're being awfully quiet," said Ignis.

"I was just wondering what the guys are up to," he lied, "I feel like they would have been back by now, or called if they were looking for us in the crowd."

A vaguely deviant smirk crept to Ignis' lips. That was a look Noctis had never seen before on him. "I'm sure they're keeping each other occupied."

It took a few seconds for what Ignis said to sink in. "You think so?"

Ignis shrugged, "Call it an educated guess." He turned and reached out, putting a hand on Noct's shoulder. "We should probably head back to the hotel anyway. It's getting late."

"If you say so." Noctis finished his beer and apple, tossing the trash away in a bin before they began weaving their way through the crowd.

Soon they were walking through the comparatively quieter alleys of Lestallum on the way back to the hotel. "How are you and Prompto doing lately, if I may ask?"

"Great," said Noctis. He couldn't help but smile. "Thank you, by the way, for whatever advice you gave him on the camping night."

"Ah, yes. That advice," said Ignis. "Glad I could help."

"And thank you for suggesting this vacation. Although Prompto borderline assaulted me the next time we were alone after he suggested it. You wouldn't know why that would be, would you?" Noct asked. A mild accusatory tone in his voice.

"I might."

Noctis stopped walking. "Ignis…" he said, pushing his advisor lightly into an alcove in one of the alleys near the Leville. Their faces were inches apart, so Noct whispered, "You wouldn't have been trying to jump the bones of the King's personal retainer, were you?" Noctis made a tsk-tsk noise.

"Guilty as charged. Then again," Ignis said, his hands sliding up the back of Noctis' shirt, tracing a bare finger along the old scar that ran the length of the King's back. "You wouldn't have agreed to this little charade of a vacation if you weren't feeling the same about your sword and shield. Am I correct?" He leaned his thigh forward, putting some pressure on Noct's hardening member.

Noctis felt a coil of lust form in the pit of his stomach as he looked up at his longtime advisor. He'd been with him longer than any of them. Longer than Gladio. Longer than Prompto. Longer than anyone still living. Ignis had been there for everything. It was a shame they all had to go through so much before their true feelings toward each other came forward.

Noctis hesitated at first, but rather than answer Ignis' question verbally he decided to let his actions talk for him. His lips grazed Ignis' for an instant as he felt the hands on his back pull him forward. Their kiss was fairly chaste at first. Noctis was testing the waters. This was different from Prompto and his raw, desperate need to relieve the tension. And far different than the mood he felt when Gladio pinned his wrists to the gym wall. This was almost sophisticated.

The chaste sentiment didn't last very long as Ignis released one hand from his back to place it at the back of his neck, pulling him in as his mouth opened for him. Ignis tasted like the red wine he'd been drinking back at the carnival, and he deserved to be savored too.

Noctis broke the kiss before things got too heavy. "We should go inside," he said, noticing the small scar that adored one side of Ignis' lip.

Ignis nodded. "That would be wise."

They walked up the Leville stoop and up the stairs before Noctis realized that they very well might be walking in on Gladio and Prompto. If Ignis was correct –and he usually was- the two were already occupying themselves with each other. This elicited an unexpected, excited tightness in the pit of Noctis' stomach. He held the keycard tentatively in his hand before swiping it in the door and walking in. Part of him hoped that they were in the living room.

They were not.

What was in the living room was two glowing necklaces, a black chocobo plush, and a trail of boots and clothes leading toward the bedroom on the left. Noctis couldn't hear clearly, but he suspected the rhythmic thuds he was hearing was not coming from the clock on the wall. He felt his face grow hot all the same.

Ignis slid off his shoes and laid them square against the wall by the door before removing his jacket and hanging it on the coatrack. Noctis watched as he slowly made his way across the room, hands slightly out in front of him as he walked to the bedroom on the right.

Once in the room Ignis slid his suspenders off so they hung around his waist. Then he took his button up shirt off and laid it over the dresser before putting his dark glasses on top of it and feeling his way to the bed. Noctis watched as he found the headboard before he turned around and laid on his back.

Noct was still leaning against the doorframe, watching the whole process. He really never appreciated the way Ignis got around nowadays. It was intriguing to watch. Not to mention watching him undress was a pleasant view by itself.

"You coming?" Ignis asked from the bed.

"Soon enough, I'm sure."

Ignis made a face that might have been a smirk before Noctis kicked off his boots to some random corner of the room and tossed his jacket with it. Crawling atop his advisor things suddenly became very real. He had just really started his 'relationship' with Prompto, whom Noctis was sure was being ravaged just a few feet away from him. Now he was about to be very intimate with the man who'd essentially made him the person he was today. Despite Noct's stubbornness.

"You're over thinking things," said Ignis, seeming to read Noctis' thoughts.

"That's a phrase I never thought I'd hear you say."

"You're about to hear a lot of things you never thought you'd hear me say," said Ignis, actually smirking in the dim light of the room.

Noctis leaned down and kissed him, more insistent then before. Between the banging on the wall behind the headboard and the sultry look those scarred eyes were giving him he was starting to come apart at the edges.

They both lost their shirts fairly quickly, breaking only to push the fabric over their heads. At some point they flipped so Noctis was the one on his back. Ignis' hot kisses traveled from his mouth to his jaw, collar bone, to lower before Ignis stopped mid-way down his abs. He paused and turned his head up toward his King. "Would you mind if I try something? It's a little fantasy of mine. We can stop at any point if you don't like it." Ignis traced his thumb along Noct's rock hard member through his trousers as he spoke. Noctis would have signed Insomnia over to Niflheim if Ignis asked him to at that moment. He nodded.

Noctis heard a snap of a clasp before elastic fabric was wrapped around his wrists and bound to the headboard above him. It wasn't too tight, but it was definitely constraining. "Are these your suspenders?" Noct asked as Ignis resumed his attention down his abs.

He let out a gasp as Ignis unzipped his pants and pulled them down, wasting no time in taking Noct into his mouth. Oh, how he wanted to run his hands through that hair, but that pleasure was withheld from him for now.

A restrained King. Noctis could see how that could be quite the fantasy.

Ignis worked torturously slow on his member. Noctis kept thrusting his hips upward for more, but Ignis only pulled away and went slower each time he did. Eventually Noctis resigned himself to the slow burn, all the while he could hear Prompto's cries of pleasure and anguish from the other side of the wall. Every now and then a moan from Gladio would join the mix, sending even more waves of pleasure through his body.

He had no clue how Ignis was maintaining his composure.

Somewhere along the line Ignis must have found the lube he stashed, because a slick finger soon entered the fray. Followed by two of its friends shortly after.

Still, STILL, Noctis couldn't believe this was happening as he toed the edge of climax. Ignis must have felt him getting close, because each time he neared release his advisor would slow his pace or back away completely.

This was fucking torture and Ignis knew it.

Noctis was surprised plaster wasn't falling from the ceiling considering the banging that reverberated through the wall behind him at this point.

Poor Prompto.

"Please," he pleaded breathlessly.

"Please what?" Ignis asked, like he didn't fucking know.

Oh, he was going to make him pay for this sometime soon. He made a mental note of it. "Please… fuck me."

Ignis smirked. Gods, Noctis could get used to that smirk. Even with the scars Ignis was fucking gorgeous when he looked devilish. "If you insist."

His advisor crawled back up his body and lined up his member with Noct's entrance. They locked lips again as Ignis slid in slowly. Moaning into each other's mouths concussion of fireworks rattled the building.

Ignis settled a moment, wrapping his arms around Noct's torso before he began to move. By this point Noctis would usually be manipulating himself toward orgasm, but with his hands bound he was relying solely on Ignis for the stimuli. Thankfully he provided plenty of it.

After they got into a rhythm and Ignis started hitting that sweet spot so well his hands began to roam. They played with his nipples while he placed hot kisses on his pulse, before his hands traveled lower, staying just out of reach of Noctis' desperate thrusts upward for attention to his cock.

Ignis sensed this and sat up a bit, changing the angle to hit him harder internally, but neglecting his cock between them.

"Don't make me beg…" he whined before Ignis gave a particularly hard thrust, making him see stars.

Seeming to take pity on the tortured Chosen King, he reached up and undid the knotted suspenders from the headboard. With his hands free Noct immediately reached down to take his member in his hand as Ignis' thrusts started to become erratic.

Noct was so worked up that after three or four strokes he was coming in strangled gasps.

Ignis slowed his thrusts, letting Noctis ride the high of endorphins for a moment before bending over and kissing him again. They traded fierce kisses as Ignis thrusts became desperate again.

His advisor didn't moan, per se, but the unrestrained gasp that Ignis laid against Noct's pulse spoke volumes as he came.

They lay there in silence as the firework display outside hit its grand finale, rattling the walls of the hotel as it did. When their breathing returned to normal Noctis held his hands up between them. "Could you untie me now?" he asked, his wrists still entangled in the stripped suspenders.

Ignis let out a heartfelt chuckle against the Kings chest.

X~X~X

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