[ He almost reluctantly pulls away from Ignis's embrace, so he can rest his hands on his cheeks. He could back out. Whatever happens could change everything.
Or it could just be the same, but more. Noctis cradles Ignis's face gently, and he touches his forehead to his briefly. His heart's racing in his chest, and his throat feels sort of tight--nerves, he's pretty sure.
All the same, he leans in, and he presses his lips to Ignis's. ]
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Or it could just be the same, but more. Noctis cradles Ignis's face gently, and he touches his forehead to his briefly. His heart's racing in his chest, and his throat feels sort of tight--nerves, he's pretty sure.
All the same, he leans in, and he presses his lips to Ignis's. ]