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It's late when they make it to camp, and Noctis is exhausted. Nothing sounds more tempting than sliding into his sleeping bag, ducking even his head inside, and sleeping for ten hours.
He's about to do just that, when Ignis pulls him aside and says, "Ah, Noct… I'm afraid I need your assistance."
Yawning, Noctis crosses his arms over his chest. "What's up?"
Ignis wiggles his fingers in the air, like that's supposed to tell Noctis something. "I was going to get out a knife to prepare dinner, but it seems I've…used up my connection to the crystal."
Gods. Noctis is too tired for this. "Can it wait till morning?"
Ignis makes a face. "Perhaps, but I would feel safer with my weapons accessible. I'm sure it won't take too long."
Rubbing the back of his neck, Noctis yawns again. "Yeah, alright." Turning, he calls, "Gladio! Prompto! I'm gonna, uh. Refresh Iggy's connection. Wanna give us some privacy?"
Prompto's face goes red. Noctis has only done it the once with him, so it's still new and, well, embarrassing, but it's old hat to Gladio by now. "It's too late to go very far from the haven," Gladio says. "Sorry. C'mon, Prompto, we can do some training while they're busy."
"Uh, right!" Prompto says, allowing himself to be led away.
Noctis shrugs at Ignis, then heads into the tent, stripping his clothes off along the way. "Sorry I'm too tired to, y'know, make it good," he mumbles around another yawn.
"I shall make do," Ignis says, following Noctis in. He strips more carefully than Noctis does, folding his clothes and setting them in a neat stack. Noctis lays back on a pile of sleeping bags, getting comfortable while Ignis digs up the lube from his bag.
He notes dimly that Ignis is already getting hard, which is interesting. It's always easier to do this with Ignis than it is with Gladio, because Ignis is at least into guys, but maybe Noctis didn't realize exactly how into it Ignis might be. It's hard to think about that though when his head is finally on a soft pillow, and his body is trying really hard to take a nap.
"Noct," Ignis says, startling Noctis's eyes open. "I need you to be awake for this." He hadn't even realized he'd fallen asleep.
"Right, sorry." Noctis reaches down and tries to stroke himself to hardness, but it just feels so exhausting, and his dick isn't cooperating. "Might-- Need a little help here."
"Of course." Ignis gets down on his knees, sets the lube aside, and takes Noctis's soft cock into his mouth. Oh, that feels good, almost good enough to wake Noctis up a little. Definitely better than his hand.
Noctis doesn't usually have a problem getting it up, but today he's glad Ignis is willing to lend a helping hand -- or mouth, as the case may be. His cock swells gradually as Ignis works on him, until finally he's hard enough that he might actually be able to perform. Ignis pulls off and starts preparing himself, pouring out some lube into Noctis's hand so he can keep himself hard in the meantime. He's perfunctory about it, which Noctis appreciates given how tired he is.
Then Ignis straddles him and sinks down onto his cock, and Noctis sighs at the feeling. "Do try to stay awake, won't you?" Ignis says as he starts moving.
"Mmm… Might be able to." Ignis feels good, tight and hot around him, but Noctis isn't even sure he'll be able to come, which would defeat the entire point of this exercise. No come, no crystal magic, which is the stupidest way to share magic Noctis could ever imagine, but he's stuck with it until the day he puts on his dad's ring.
Ignis is definitely going to come, though. He always does when they do this, unlike Gladio. Gladio prefers to take it from behind and then just zips up his pants and skedaddles when Noctis is finished.
Prompto had come, when Noctis did it to him. It was really cute, actually, lots of stammering and blushing, and Noctis honestly wouldn't mind fucking Prompto just because, if he ever wanted to. It's super awkward to ask your buddy a question like that, though. Hey, I know sometimes I have to fuck you for magic reasons but do you ever wanna hook up even when you're not out of magic? What if he said no? That would make things even more awkward.
Ignis shifts on top of him, changing the angle to take Noctis deeper. "Noct," he murmurs, "I know you're tired but if you aren't going to do any of the work here you need to at least tell me what feels good."
Noctis looks up at Ignis through half-lidded eyes. Ignis is biting his lip, hand curled loosely around his cock, and he looks like he's trying not to come. It's pretty hot, honestly, and wakes Noctis up a little more. He wraps an arm behind his head to prop himself up a little, setting the other hand on Ignis's thigh. "A little faster," he says. He really wants to tell Ignis to stop trying to be quiet, but Ignis is far too buttoned-up to want Gladio and Prompto to hear him moaning. Too bad, because moaning always turns Noctis on, and would definitely help the situation.
Ignis moves faster, and harder, fucking himself on Noctis's cock like he really wants it and not like he's just impatient to get this over with. "Yeah, that's good," Noctis says, the tide of pleasure starting to rise in his belly.
Ignis's muscles flex under his fingertips, and if Noctis wasn't so tired he might plant his feet and thrust up into him. As it is, he lets himself enjoy watching Ignis work -- especially when Ignis has to take a hand off himself because he's getting too close. "Noct…" Ignis gasps, halfway to a moan. Yeah, that's what Noctis likes, and he's pretty sure Ignis knows it, even though they never talk about this when they're not in the middle of it.
He's finally starting to get close, feeling Ignis's thighs trembling with effort. "Just a little more," he breathes, sliding his hand to Ignis's hip to guide his movements. "Yeah, yeah, just like that--"
Ignis makes a little sound and grabs his cock again, coming all over Noctis's belly. That's enough to push Noctis over the edge, and he closes his eyes, letting the Crystal's energy flow through him with his climax, pouring out of him and into Ignis.
"Mmmph," he hums, relaxing into the pillows and sleeping bags. "You good?"
Ignis, still breathing hard, twitches his fingers, and a dagger appears in them. "Yes, thank you, Noct."
The dagger disappears again, and as Ignis carefully extracts himself, Noctis mutters, "Wake me up for dinner," and finally sleeps.