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“Highness.”
A shiver actually runs down his spine. Noct grins, adrenaline rushing like water through his veins. And he presses down on the gas a little more, inhales sharply in tandem with Ignis as the engine revs and they speed faster down the road.
He starts laughing when they pass seventy, which makes it utterly harder to focus on the road in front of him. He has to, though, so he swallows the laughter bubbling at his lips and inches the speed up.
“Highness.”
He’s going to be in so much trouble but this is his car only recently and they have open roads and he can’t not do it. It’s too much. It’s too exhilarating.
When he pushes the Regalia to ninety, Ignis starts to panic.
“Noct!” If it’s meant to be a complaint, it’s a poor attempt at one. He’s just looking alarmed, voice too high as his fingers curl around his seatbelt, scrabble for purchase on the door. And despite all that… there is something very, very briefly noticed in his wide eyes, the same feeling Noct has as he lets the car coast past one hundred. Euphoria, laughter behind the terror. Noctis thinks it might be beautiful, but he can’t pause to look right now.
He does, when he has eased the car back down and lets the engine idle in the middle of the road. His hair is wind-whipped and his face stings, and Ignis’s eyes look like they’re about to pop right out of his head. Both of them are breathing hard. Noct looks at him and Ignis looks back and they stare, for a second, and then simultaneously burst into laughter.
It’s much more subdued on Ignis’s behalf; Noctis nearly chokes as he tries to breathe, resting his head on his arms on the steering wheel, but Ignis… Ignis.
Face hidden behind his hand, stifling soft laughter against his palm, a frantic smile that lights up his eyes like Noctis had thought they must be lit up. His hands jerk at the seatbelt; it takes him three times to release it and then leans forward to put his face in his hands. And laughs. And laughs.
Noctis has tears streaming down his face when he can breathe again without laughing. He brushes them away. His hands are shaking. He’s shaking.
So is Ignis, as he slumps back against the seat, and looks at Noct, green eyes gleaming with mirth.
“That… was… ridiculous,” he chastises, but Noctis thinks he honest to the gods giggles. “Never again, Noct. Never–”
Noct leans across the seat and kisses him.
Ignis makes a defeated noise and acquiesces, and even as his hands are still trembling as they frame Noctis’s face, he kisses him back with the reckless abandon that Noct had been hoping to produce.