The gentle hand in his hair was an odd juxtaposition to the vague discomfort from knees too long on the floor and the almost trapped cock that made Ignis wish he'd stripped out of his damn pants before now. Really, he should remedy that situation, but he was content enough for the moment as he was, pressing lazy kisses to Noctis' thighs while he listened to the damn near obscene noises coming from his friends.

A minute later, he nipped his king's thigh before pushing himself back up to his feet/ If the pants went, that meant getting out of the boots first and he really didn't have any desire to do that right then. Instead, he gingerly tucked himself back into his pants and moved closer to those lewd noises, a hand reaching blindly out to see just who he'd end up touching first.