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Ignis smiles at the assistance, not minding it in this case. He still wants to try to do most things on his own, but he’s not so prideful to think it’ll be possible immediately. Cooking would be one of the hardest things for sure. But for now, he takes the guidance and uses it to kiss Prompto’s lips softly a few times, closing his eye even though it isn’t necessary. It’s more for Prompto’s comfort than his own. He can tell the room is dark even without sight. “Do you need to put a light on?” Ignis asks quietly, not wanting to disturb the atmosphere in the room. His hands leave Prompto’s face and rest on his shoulders, sliding down over his arms to take his hands in his own.

*curls his fingers around Ignis’, holding his hands. It was such a small gesture, but it made his heart sing.* It’s kinda late to be lighting everything up. I was hoping maybe we could… *smirks to himself, trying to hide it from Ignis and hoping his voice doesn’t give him away* I mean, the bed is more comfortable than this whole… lap/chair thing. Not that I… want to move, I just… *dig a deeper hole, why don’t you. Prompto didn’t want to pressure Ignis into anything - but suggesting bed might not send the right message after pointing out how late it is… hmm…*

Ignis huffs a laugh at how flustered Prompto is, and he just shakes his head. “It’s fine, love. It would be more comfortable anyway.” Letting go of one of Prompto’s hands, he gives the blonde a couple taps on his thigh as an indicator to stand up. Once his lap is free, Ignis slowly gets up and reaches for his cane, using it to find his way toward the bed. The stick keeps him from walking into a small table in the room when it taps against a wooden leg, and he finds the bed with it after. Ignis pauses, thinking about the request that sits on his lips and if he should say it. He eventually decides to screw everything and say it, knowing that Prompto would probably be enthusiastic about it. “Will you assist me in undressing?”

*Promptos eyes widen* Y-yes, Sir. How do… *shuts up quickly, deciding he needs to try figure this out. Surely Ignis can undo buttons and things but… oh, he’ll want them folding and hanging? Got it! He steps up to the taller man, taking a selfish moment to look him over appreciatively. He could feel himself want to swoon as he moves his hands up to Ignis’ shoulders, assisting in shrugging off his jacket, taking it to the hook and hanging it there before returning to help with his shirt. He was right, Ignis was fine with the buttons, but… Prompto swallows as he watches moonlight hit newly revealed skin. Stay on task… he takes the shirt from Ignis’ shoulders in a similar fashion, folding it neatly and setting in on the chair. He was a little slower to return this time - seeing Ignis shirtless… it was enough to intimidate anyone. He had to just… stay on task.*

Ignis moves as needed for Prompto to undress him easily, letting him take the reigns and do as he sees fit. The periods of pause have Ignis sensing Prompto’s eyes on him, and he can’t help but let his lips curve up into a slight smirk. The air in the room feels a little cool to Ignis, or maybe it was just heightened sense. He couldn’t be sure. The temperature made his skin break out in light goosebumps for a little while until he became acclimated, but he notices the slow return of Prompto after his upper clothing is removed. “Are you alright, Prompto?” Making sure he’s mentally okay always came first in Ignis’s mind, no matter how he feels about himself at any time.

I… I um…. *swallow hard to steady his voice* Yeah, fine. Just… coming back. *He can’t help but stammer a little. As he steps up to his partner, he’s acutely aware he’s holding his breath, but isn’t sure how to get it back on rhythm without Ignis noticing and oh astrals his chest… On task, Prompto. Ignis was clearly waiting expectantly… he knew what this task was doing for Prompto. Damn it. Prompto bites his lip with a hidden grin, fingers stroking across Ignis belt buckle… He should behave and get the job done. Unclasping it carefully, he pulled the belt free and set it on…. the bed…? Might come in handy… He pops the button of Ignis’ trousers as the man kicks off his shoes carefully… Behave, behave!*

Ignis gives a warmer smile to Prompto when he feels him return and his hands on the buckle of his belt. The shoes come off with no difficulty, and Ignis places his hands over Prompto’s when he feels the pause. He wouldn’t be able to do as well as Prompto, but Ignis decides he wants to try. Feeling out the hem of Prompto’s shirt, he slides his hands up to look for the familiar vest he wore. That started to get pushed off Prompto’s shoulders. “If it makes it easier for you, love, allow me to undress you as well. I’ll try my best.”

*his breath quickens at the touch. Oh~. Hell yes. Ignis does it perfectly once he finds the hem, the motion practiced, vest coming off over his head without a hitch. Prompto’s struck with the urge to press up against his love, feel that warm skin against his own. He fights it, his arms betraying his slightly as they pull at the waist of Ignis’ trousers, dragging him just a little closer. Oh yeah, I was.. undoing these… he glances downwards, feeling Ignis hands roam to his own waistline… it felt right for him to be naked first. Call it a power play, or whatever you want to, but he paused, letting Ignis undress him, enjoying the attention, feeling his craving to get closer rising. He unzips Ignis’ trousers, pausing… all his cravings warring with each other*

Ignis notices the change in breathing, his ears picking up how the rhythm increased. He allows himself to be closer, his fingers now playing with the hem of Prompto’s shirt again. Since he didn’t answer, Ignis took the matter into his own hands and started to pull off Prompto’s shirt, dropping it to the floor even though he’d prefer to put it neatly away. He would get Prompto to do it later. Now that Prompto’s torso is bare to him, Ignis’s hands explore the skin just a little bit before stopping himself. No. Not yet. “Finish what you started, sweetheart. Then, I’ll help you. But you know to put your clothing away nicely.” Just because Ignis couldn’t see the wrinkles in the fabric anymore didn’t mean he wouldn’t know they were there. “After all of that is done, we’ll get into bed. How’s that sound?”

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Ignis smiles at the assistance, not minding it in this case. He still wants to try to do most things on his own, but he’s not so prideful to think it’ll be possible immediately. Cooking would be one of the hardest things for sure. But for now, he takes the guidance and uses it to kiss Prompto’s lips softly a few times, closing his eye even though it isn’t necessary. It’s more for Prompto’s comfort than his own. He can tell the room is dark even without sight. “Do you need to put a light on?” Ignis asks quietly, not wanting to disturb the atmosphere in the room. His hands leave Prompto’s face and rest on his shoulders, sliding down over his arms to take his hands in his own.

*curls his fingers around Ignis’, holding his hands. It was such a small gesture, but it made his heart sing.* It’s kinda late to be lighting everything up. I was hoping maybe we could… *smirks to himself, trying to hide it from Ignis and hoping his voice doesn’t give him away* I mean, the bed is more comfortable than this whole… lap/chair thing. Not that I… want to move, I just… *dig a deeper hole, why don’t you. Prompto didn’t want to pressure Ignis into anything - but suggesting bed might not send the right message after pointing out how late it is… hmm…*

Ignis huffs a laugh at how flustered Prompto is, and he just shakes his head. “It’s fine, love. It would be more comfortable anyway.” Letting go of one of Prompto’s hands, he gives the blonde a couple taps on his thigh as an indicator to stand up. Once his lap is free, Ignis slowly gets up and reaches for his cane, using it to find his way toward the bed. The stick keeps him from walking into a small table in the room when it taps against a wooden leg, and he finds the bed with it after. Ignis pauses, thinking about the request that sits on his lips and if he should say it. He eventually decides to screw everything and say it, knowing that Prompto would probably be enthusiastic about it. “Will you assist me in undressing?”

*Promptos eyes widen* Y-yes, Sir. How do… *shuts up quickly, deciding he needs to try figure this out. Surely Ignis can undo buttons and things but… oh, he’ll want them folding and hanging? Got it! He steps up to the taller man, taking a selfish moment to look him over appreciatively. He could feel himself want to swoon as he moves his hands up to Ignis’ shoulders, assisting in shrugging off his jacket, taking it to the hook and hanging it there before returning to help with his shirt. He was right, Ignis was fine with the buttons, but… Prompto swallows as he watches moonlight hit newly revealed skin. Stay on task… he takes the shirt from Ignis’ shoulders in a similar fashion, folding it neatly and setting in on the chair. He was a little slower to return this time - seeing Ignis shirtless… it was enough to intimidate anyone. He had to just… stay on task.*

Ignis moves as needed for Prompto to undress him easily, letting him take the reigns and do as he sees fit. The periods of pause have Ignis sensing Prompto’s eyes on him, and he can’t help but let his lips curve up into a slight smirk. The air in the room feels a little cool to Ignis, or maybe it was just heightened sense. He couldn’t be sure. The temperature made his skin break out in light goosebumps for a little while until he became acclimated, but he notices the slow return of Prompto after his upper clothing is removed. “Are you alright, Prompto?” Making sure he’s mentally okay always came first in Ignis’s mind, no matter how he feels about himself at any time.

I… I um…. *swallow hard to steady his voice* Yeah, fine. Just… coming back. *He can’t help but stammer a little. As he steps up to his partner, he’s acutely aware he’s holding his breath, but isn’t sure how to get it back on rhythm without Ignis noticing and oh astrals his chest… On task, Prompto. Ignis was clearly waiting expectantly… he knew what this task was doing for Prompto. Damn it. Prompto bites his lip with a hidden grin, fingers stroking across Ignis belt buckle… He should behave and get the job done. Unclasping it carefully, he pulled the belt free and set it on…. the bed…? Might come in handy… He pops the button of Ignis’ trousers as the man kicks off his shoes carefully… Behave, behave!*

Ignis gives a warmer smile to Prompto when he feels him return and his hands on the buckle of his belt. The shoes come off with no difficulty, and Ignis places his hands over Prompto’s when he feels the pause. He wouldn’t be able to do as well as Prompto, but Ignis decides he wants to try. Feeling out the hem of Prompto’s shirt, he slides his hands up to look for the familiar vest he wore. That started to get pushed off Prompto’s shoulders. “If it makes it easier for you, love, allow me to undress you as well. I’ll try my best.”

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Ignis smiles at the assistance, not minding it in this case. He still wants to try to do most things on his own, but he’s not so prideful to think it’ll be possible immediately. Cooking would be one of the hardest things for sure. But for now, he takes the guidance and uses it to kiss Prompto’s lips softly a few times, closing his eye even though it isn’t necessary. It’s more for Prompto’s comfort than his own. He can tell the room is dark even without sight. “Do you need to put a light on?” Ignis asks quietly, not wanting to disturb the atmosphere in the room. His hands leave Prompto’s face and rest on his shoulders, sliding down over his arms to take his hands in his own.

*curls his fingers around Ignis’, holding his hands. It was such a small gesture, but it made his heart sing.* It’s kinda late to be lighting everything up. I was hoping maybe we could… *smirks to himself, trying to hide it from Ignis and hoping his voice doesn’t give him away* I mean, the bed is more comfortable than this whole… lap/chair thing. Not that I… want to move, I just… *dig a deeper hole, why don’t you. Prompto didn’t want to pressure Ignis into anything - but suggesting bed might not send the right message after pointing out how late it is… hmm…*

Ignis huffs a laugh at how flustered Prompto is, and he just shakes his head. “It’s fine, love. It would be more comfortable anyway.” Letting go of one of Prompto’s hands, he gives the blonde a couple taps on his thigh as an indicator to stand up. Once his lap is free, Ignis slowly gets up and reaches for his cane, using it to find his way toward the bed. The stick keeps him from walking into a small table in the room when it taps against a wooden leg, and he finds the bed with it after. Ignis pauses, thinking about the request that sits on his lips and if he should say it. He eventually decides to screw everything and say it, knowing that Prompto would probably be enthusiastic about it. “Will you assist me in undressing?”

*Promptos eyes widen* Y-yes, Sir. How do… *shuts up quickly, deciding he needs to try figure this out. Surely Ignis can undo buttons and things but… oh, he’ll want them folding and hanging? Got it! He steps up to the taller man, taking a selfish moment to look him over appreciatively. He could feel himself want to swoon as he moves his hands up to Ignis’ shoulders, assisting in shrugging off his jacket, taking it to the hook and hanging it there before returning to help with his shirt. He was right, Ignis was fine with the buttons, but… Prompto swallows as he watches moonlight hit newly revealed skin. Stay on task… he takes the shirt from Ignis’ shoulders in a similar fashion, folding it neatly and setting in on the chair. He was a little slower to return this time - seeing Ignis shirtless… it was enough to intimidate anyone. He had to just… stay on task.*

Ignis moves as needed for Prompto to undress him easily, letting him take the reigns and do as he sees fit. The periods of pause have Ignis sensing Prompto’s eyes on him, and he can’t help but let his lips curve up into a slight smirk. The air in the room feels a little cool to Ignis, or maybe it was just heightened sense. He couldn’t be sure. The temperature made his skin break out in light goosebumps for a little while until he became acclimated, but he notices the slow return of Prompto after his upper clothing is removed. “Are you alright, Prompto?” Making sure he’s mentally okay always came first in Ignis’s mind, no matter how he feels about himself at any time.

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Ignis smiles at the assistance, not minding it in this case. He still wants to try to do most things on his own, but he’s not so prideful to think it’ll be possible immediately. Cooking would be one of the hardest things for sure. But for now, he takes the guidance and uses it to kiss Prompto’s lips softly a few times, closing his eye even though it isn’t necessary. It’s more for Prompto’s comfort than his own. He can tell the room is dark even without sight. “Do you need to put a light on?” Ignis asks quietly, not wanting to disturb the atmosphere in the room. His hands leave Prompto’s face and rest on his shoulders, sliding down over his arms to take his hands in his own.

*curls his fingers around Ignis’, holding his hands. It was such a small gesture, but it made his heart sing.* It’s kinda late to be lighting everything up. I was hoping maybe we could… *smirks to himself, trying to hide it from Ignis and hoping his voice doesn’t give him away* I mean, the bed is more comfortable than this whole… lap/chair thing. Not that I… want to move, I just… *dig a deeper hole, why don’t you. Prompto didn’t want to pressure Ignis into anything - but suggesting bed might not send the right message after pointing out how late it is… hmm…*

Ignis huffs a laugh at how flustered Prompto is, and he just shakes his head. “It’s fine, love. It would be more comfortable anyway.” Letting go of one of Prompto’s hands, he gives the blonde a couple taps on his thigh as an indicator to stand up. Once his lap is free, Ignis slowly gets up and reaches for his cane, using it to find his way toward the bed. The stick keeps him from walking into a small table in the room when it taps against a wooden leg, and he finds the bed with it after. Ignis pauses, thinking about the request that sits on his lips and if he should say it. He eventually decides to screw everything and say it, knowing that Prompto would probably be enthusiastic about it. “Will you assist me in undressing?”

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Ignis smiles at the assistance, not minding it in this case. He still wants to try to do most things on his own, but he’s not so prideful to think it’ll be possible immediately. Cooking would be one of the hardest things for sure. But for now, he takes the guidance and uses it to kiss Prompto’s lips softly a few times, closing his eye even though it isn’t necessary. It’s more for Prompto’s comfort than his own. He can tell the room is dark even without sight. “Do you need to put a light on?” Ignis asks quietly, not wanting to disturb the atmosphere in the room. His hands leave Prompto’s face and rest on his shoulders, sliding down over his arms to take his hands in his own.

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*wraps his arms around Ignis protectively, holding close against his chest. He knew it wouldn’t be so easy to woo him right now, but any shred of normality he could offer would surely be recognised as such, right? Oh astrals, I hope I didn’t make it worse…* It’s okay. *kisses his cheek carefully, fingers stroking at the small of his back* It’s okay…

Ignis just stays put for a while, taking in what it feels like to have Prompto that close and pressed against him. He realizes how thankful he is for the ray of sunshine in his lap, and he also never wants to forget his face. Pulling back enough so there was some space between them, Ignis holds up his hands near Prompto’s face, or so he guesses. “May I?” It seems kind of silly as he can still see the details of Prompto’s face in his mind’s eye, but he wants to try anyway.

*smiles softly, curious about just how this will go* Yeah, sure! Whatever you want. *leans back to sit up just enough, close enough to Ignis hand that his face can be easily located, sitting still, behaving well*

Ignis’s fingertips touch Prompto’s jaw first, getting a feel for the location of him more than anything. Once he establishes that, slowly and gently he allows himself to feel over the details of Prompto’s face. The nose and cheeks he knows are spotted with freckles, his lips, brows, forehead, eyelids...taking his time to map out every feature with his fingers. When he feels he’s finished, he lets his hand move to the back of Prompto’s neck, pulling him down for a kiss but missing initially. “My apologies.” 

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*wraps his arms around Ignis protectively, holding close against his chest. He knew it wouldn’t be so easy to woo him right now, but any shred of normality he could offer would surely be recognised as such, right? Oh astrals, I hope I didn’t make it worse…* It’s okay. *kisses his cheek carefully, fingers stroking at the small of his back* It’s okay…

Ignis just stays put for a while, taking in what it feels like to have Prompto that close and pressed against him. He realizes how thankful he is for the ray of sunshine in his lap, and he also never wants to forget his face. Pulling back enough so there was some space between them, Ignis holds up his hands near Prompto’s face, or so he guesses. “May I?” It seems kind of silly as he can still see the details of Prompto’s face in his mind’s eye, but he wants to try anyway.

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