[ occasionally he feels tempted to throw himself into moving traffic to avoid another day of mundane work, so that's hardly the right question to pose here. ]
Only when you're acting peevish.
[ is he serious? does he want to be ntr'd? he's not gonna elaborate because fighting flippancy with flippancy will obviously knock sense into noct's head here if iggy just tries hard enough. with any luck, hopefully it'll be the one he thinks with. ]
Not yet, but as needs must. While we're entertaining more reasonable options for my brief respite, have you eaten?
[ He's totally looking to be ntr'd, but Noctis is a good and innocent boy who has no eyes for any other and therefore Ignis has essentially struck gold.
Be grateful, Iggy. ]
I can't believe you'd whore a peevish me out. It must be the sulking, isn't it.
[ But point taken, he knows. He's already deleted the photos. Even so, he quite misses him. Not that he will admit it in so many words. Instead: ]
Oh, absolutely. I love nothing more than having a stand-in to deal with your wrath in my stead.
[ no, he'd be insanely jealous with someone flirting with his highness, even in passing. he'd practically lose his goddamn mind watching someone else make love to noctis, but that's the whole appeal of ntr, isn't it. ]
As much as I'd love to endorse your downward spiral into junk food addiction in-person, my hostage situation won't allow me the freedom, I'm afraid.
[ This part comes out a little belated, like he's well and truly struggling with the words, or his emotions have disemboweled him one too many times for him to type the next couple of sentences with any degree of chill. ]
For the record, it was a magnificent shot. Very atmospheric. As a cameraman, I'm certain Prompto would be proud of its artistic integrity.
I think you'd break the poor bastard over your knee first.
[ Noctis knows. He knows Ignis wouldn't stand (haha) for any stand-in, and he's not nearly insecure enough to bait him with it. Because Six know Noctis is just as possessive, just as jealous of anyone who try to get their hands on Ignis. And there are many. The man is prime, excellent catch, and he's most likely the most handsome man in all of the Citadel, which is really saying something.
Not that Noctis would admit that to him. He half believes Ignis already knows. ]
You realise I'm going to eat the whole pizza as a personal challenge, right? And it's a meat lover's special.
[ Interestingly enough, not a double entendre. He really had just pulled on pants, paid the dude and got himself a huge pizza. ] Whats the protocol on pizzas holding crown princes' arteries hostage? Also Prompto is SO dead.
[ g o d, 10 gil that he doesn't end this conversation without succumbing to a brain aneurysm ]
I believe it was 'quit while you're ahead'.
[ ignis doesn't want to go back to the apartment and have to physically resuscitate noct with a defibrillator when he's on the brink of pizza-induced death, okay. all the cholesterol is just gonna exhibit itself badly given enough time, even on the prince. ]
If you keep your atrocious dietary choices to a minimum, you stand a fairly good chance of outrunning me later.
[ y'know, when he's chasing noctis to shove an entire salad down his gullet like an absolute madman. ]
[ 10 gil he gives iggy an aneurysm before the hour is up. also he's not worried about cholesterol when ignis is all too happy to put him through his paces in bed. so. ]
Wait, why do I need to outrun you? What are you doing?
You'd be surprised what a good motive can do in incentivizing surrender.
[ say, twisting noctis's arm until he screams uncle like ignis is a brute of ill intent like gladio, or couching his entreaties in softer, more harrowing appeals to conscience, like prompto. good thing he's not either of them: he couldn't pull blackmail off nearly so candidly, otherwise. ]
Take me strapping you to a chair and force-feeding you greens, for example. [ foodplay, kinky ] But I could just as easily tie you down and deepthroat you until you came dry, and then some.
[ just think about all that mind-blowing fellatio he could be having, really consider it. ]
[ He surrenders. He surrenders immediately. He's white-flagging the fuck out of this conversation if it will get him to Deepthroat town. Suddenly the meat lover desires a very, very different kind of special that only a certain chamberlain can satisfactorily provide, and it's minutes later that Noctis tears his eyes off the words to muster up a response.
Oh, look at what just stirred again. But see, Ignis always likes a good fight and a chase before the eventual claim, and Noctis finds himself licking his lips. ]
And what should I be doing to earn deep throating rights, sir?
You could try convincing me. That's a rather novel idea.
[ Woo him into the pursuit, sexual innuendo or otherwise. Pictures are off the table but text certainly isn't so unpardonable a sin when he's here with a dying erection in the chef's quarters, hungry for only the chase after nearly forty-eight hours of ennui. All work and no play makes Ignis a dull boy. Maybe he's just a little tired. ]
Appeals to logic are all the rage, I've heard. Not finishing an entire pizza by yourself would be a good place to start.
[ There's more than one reason why deep-throating is a bit of a rarity, but he can pull out all the stops if Noctis only persuades him. He's just trying to make the most out of this hypothetical. ]
Why don't you start by telling me how badly you've wanted this?
So ick pics are a no-go but me telling you how much I want to push my dick down your throat and make you gag for it is okay? Pretty sure 'logic' is not the thing I'm appealing to here, unless that's a new name for your ridiculously sexy mouth.
[ just straightening (heh) out some things here, because noctis is definitely interesting in rising to the challenge. seduce his sleep-deprived chamberlain? yes, please. ]
Did you delete them yet? Because I bet you haven't. I bet you keep sneaking looks at it because you can't believe I'd be this hot for you.
One option would fetch a pretty penny on the black market and ruin your good reputation, and the other would induce wild, dubious speculation and open up venues for sprawling sex talk with the up-and-coming king of Lucis. In retrospect, the lesser of two evils should be obvious.
[ noct's astuteness just about kills him dead, but then he's always terribly quick to the draw. it's not mere happenstance that he ended up at the top of his class, ennui for reports notwithstanding. look, he's not a hypocrite if he's still planning to delete the picture after his lunch break. there's no double standards well and thriving here, just his own enthrallment at work. ]
I havenā€™t. [ y e t ] Youā€™re utterly mesmerizing to behold, Noct. Thereā€™s no place Iā€™d rather be than between your legs, watching you fall apart.
Both are terrible evils. I'd rather you be the only one to know how much I love it when your lips are wrapped around my cock. Or how beautiful I think you are when you look at me the way you do, and all I want to do is kiss you senseless.
[ How is that for pursuit? Noctis is not smooth -- only intense, smouldering when he actually applies himself. Unversed in games and clumsy with words, he can only speak the truth and hope Ignis finds them worthy. ]
I would fall to pieces only for you. You're the only one who can put me together again.
Then you see the crux of our issue. I'd only want you to have eyes for me. I only want you to know how I'd take you apart with my mouth.
[ And that can't happen if his phone's confiscated, or lost, or some stranger catches the right vantage point to glance over a certain, unsuspecting prince and his equally unsuspecting shoulders. Noctis lavishes on the obscenities and Ignis shakes his head, endeared. ]
Though I can't say there isn't a draw in a million others knowing how you shudder and keen shortly before climaxing. [ Inside of Ignis, outside of him, under the duress of a mouth, and more, more, insatiably, when Noct's touched himself, goaded on by a vibrator, or denied and led all the way to slow-edged release as it culminates. ] The sounds you make when you're right on the precipice, gnashing your teeth to keep the sounds inside, in particular. What makes you think I'll put you back together?
[ Greed's got him feeling like an irredeemable bastard, honestly, self-indulgent and utterly wanton, his heart full-to-brimming. ]
[ The pizza's getting cold, but Noctis finds that he doesn't care, too enthralled by the fact that Ignis is upping the ante by several degrees. It's not hard to imagine, with all vividness, all the things he describes. Ignis' possessiveness is breathtaking, and he closes his eyes, leaning back in his couch as he thinks of sharp green eyes and a full, sensuous mouth, the clever way Ignis so systematically renders him a love-glazed wreck. ]
You just want them to hear me say your name. Remind them that I'm only yours before you swallow me whole. I'd empty myself in you, Iggy. I'd watch you swallow every drop, the way you're so hard like sucking me off is what turns you on. Or maybe you just like being on your knees.
[ He stifles a soft groan, and shit. Shit, he wants him so desperately, he wants to say this to him in person instead of relying on text, but Ignis has work to do and Noctis is stuck wondering if he can make him come in those immaculately tailored pants or get him to sport a hard-on he'll have to hide when his break's over. ]
You'll put me back together because you'll want to do it all over again. Watch me crumble and beg for your hands, your mouth, your dick. Your fucking tight ass. I'd press you down and eat you out for hours.
[ The bloody nerve of him! Having lived his whole life on his knees and developed a certain fondness for masochism, of course he'd choose to serve his king even to the point of crassness, funneling heat and arousal into Noctis as he cried and gasped out the rest of his grievances into the air. Oh, Ignis is enamored. He is. He's like a flame inducted into an inferno, the warmth tenting up his slacks a predicament in the making. ]
I do. The expressions you make would undo anyone, though I assume that comes part and parcel with obscene grandeur. Aren't royals supposed to hold themselves impervious to the desires of common men? You'll corrupt them all, like you've so injudiciously done to me.
[ As if sucking off a high-maintenance prince who would brandish every bit of his influence onto his much-affected chamberlain wouldn't stir longing to any hypothetical audience present, like ships to a lighthouse's beacon, entranced by the hope of finding absolution. ]
But overconfidence will be your clever undoing, your Majesty. My stamina well outlasts yours. Perhaps I'll tie you up until you're well and truly begging that you can't go on without me.
[ He's no picky eater, after all. ]
I must say I'm green with envy with the me you've conjured up to handle you. Were you imagining me touching you earlier? If only I could have seen how longing must have crossed your face. It's enough to drive a man insensible.
But you're not a common man. Teach me how to hold myself impervious to you, because right now all I want is to have you all to myself.
[ And like ships to the lighthouse's beacon, the ones seeking absolution would all be torn up on the rocks -- there is only one that Noctis will spare, the only one that will ever have his affections, and that is his much-affected chamberlain, still so articulate even in the throes of unrelenting longing, aching to be fulfilled.
His hand finds his dick again, curls around the base of it as he leans back with a soft, shaky sigh, the idea of being tied up and mercilessly edged, the absolution Ignis would grant him, profound and whole, and it's only with effort that he sends the next text. ] I'm imagining you touching me right now. I want to be buried inside you so badly right now, Iggy. Wanna watch you reclaim every inch of what's yours, because you can handle me just right, can't you? You know just how to make me beg.
Only because you leave yourself open for handling. Begging, just as much. As you're well aware, I can only work with what I've been given.
[ Cunning and brilliant as Noctis is, he falls to simple ploys of touch and deprivation, aching and languorous and riling the blood. Conversely, if anything is ending Ignis's unfortunate stint as Noct's adviser today, it'll be the raging erection that he's horribly stingy with at the moment, breathing staggered and faint while he ignores his more debased urge to jack off or make a break for the apartment. He's so screwed; ten minutes left on the clock until he's due back at the boardroom and his lungs are squeezing all the air from his throat themselves. ]
Why don't you clue me in on how I'm touching you? For later reference.
[ So he can emulate the fake, imaginary Ignis that Noct's conjured up just for this round of snappy, insinuatory remarks, for the moment when he doesn't have to rely on text to get the point across. ]
[ Seriously. He really wants him to say it? Or text it. Whatever. He lets go of his dick long enough to type out a semblance of a coherent sentence -- it's ten minutes until Ignis is required back in the ballroom and Noctis will not be responsible for any mishaps from now till then. ]
You're on your back right in the center of my bed. Your neck peppered with so many lovebites I suggest you find ideas on how to wear scarves for the next one week. Your legs wrapped around my waist, and your hands sliding down my back after you get me all slick and ready. You're touching me like you're aching for a good, thorough fucking.
[ a pause, and the next text chimes gently. ]
And you're gripping me tight when I finally push inside you. Making you stretch around my cock. It's been a little while since I've fucked you, hasn't it? Do you still remember how good I feel?
[ Semantics: sometimes therapeutic like chicken soup for the soul, except for exceptions like now, where Ignis is sorely tempted to eschew societal obligation and make a mad dash out of the Citadel and toward Noctis's apartment like a man deranged. ]
Yes
[ Oh, he forgot punctuation. Coincidentally, he also forgot the rest of his brain, now illiterate and unable to string proper sentences together in his mind. Usually getting fucked by Noctis provokes the same effect, but he's due in five minutes to the meeting. As such, all he has to offer Noctis is this careful rejoinder: ]
Don't disappoint me later.
[ That sounds authoritative the way he isn't right now, because Noctis can bet his entire fortune on the fact that Ignis isā€” furiously, shamelesslyā€” jacking off right now, that he'll need to stop by the washroom later, and that, undoubtedly, he'll be late for the meeting. It doesn't stop him from spending these last few minutes being a barbarian and choking the absolute life out of his dick. ]
[ Oh. He forgot a period right there. In normal circumstances and in other people who aren't Ignis, Noctis would have chalked it up to carelessness, or just the general way they lapse from one speech pattern to another. But not Ignis; the man is religiously scrupulous about his text messages, right down to the full-stop. That he doesn't do it introduces ideas in Noctis' head, as does the clipped message that comes after.
A normal person would leave it alone, let his own imagination fill in the blanks. But Noctis is definitely not a normal person, and so: ]
Are you fisting your cock right now, getting yourself off to what I just said? Take a picture for me, you filthy heathen. Show me what you look like when you come in your hand.
[ Unaware of all this vicious psychoanalyzing currently taking place, Ignis curates his brain to forego higher thinking in favor of more debased impulses like cock strangulation, up until Noct's calling him out and he's got to check to make sure FaceTime isn't running, like he went and recorded this messy affair for all to see.
The reply takes a while. Chiefly, it's him reigning in his erection where it's throbbing between his fingers, a pulsing time-bomb of his libido at horrible work. ]
You're awfully convinced of a hasty conclusion.
[ When in danger, deflect until he can regain control of the situation. ]
Good things come to those who wait. [ Is that a pun, or innuendo, or refusal? Probably a mishmash of all three. Not like he's forgotten his zero-photo stipulation, even now. ] I trust you'll be able to bide the time until I can offer you a sight in person you won't soon forget.
[ And with that, he turns off his phone, because he's got to jack the rest of this shame off in time for a meeting. Hope Noctis has a plan for the next several hours of radio silence. ]
[ Noctis' plan goes as follows: jacking himself off to the incredible mental image of Ignis furiously masturbating in the chef's room all by himself and tucking his dick back in before heading for an extremely dull meeting, washing up, and keeping his phone on alert just in case his wayward boyfriend decides to wander back in for round two.
He doesn't.
And so Noctis behaves during the extended period of radio silence (and a part of him wonders if Ignis is deliberately doing it because he probably fears that Noctis will send him yet another dick pic, sending him back into the spiral of shame -- the thought fills him with much amusement), finishes up his homework, sends him a sassy text that says: ]
Wear buttplug. Know you have one.
[ Because guess who's going to hold him to his earlier declaration of offering Noctis a sight he won't soon forget? But the meeting drags long, long, and Noctis finally decides to curl up on the couch to nap, and wait. But mostly nap. ]
[ His reprieve comes a while later, after that little stunt he pulled in the chef's backroom with none the wiser. It's incredibly indecent to take a pen with the same hand he previously asphyxiated his hard-on with, but beggars can't be choosers. (Except, possibly, for his Highness, who knows depravity better than the back of his own hand.) If Noct checks his phone again in the interim, he'll notice the message is read, but conspicuously left unanswered.
Some hours afterward, he's slipping into the apartment, padding in quiet and subdued. The suitcase is left deposited on the counter, but he's no worse for the wear than usual; the only sign of something remotely ajar is in his breath as it runs itself a little more ragged, cycling and cycling around, but otherwise unchanged as he makes his way down the corridor, only to pause and freeze at the sight of Noct draped over the couch's upholstery, soundly asleep.
So much for sexual extortion. Every plan he's cooked up is promptly dashed to pieces and burn to a crisp, but he's not disappointed. Pulling off one of the throw blankets to neatly tuck around Noctis is a given, rather than lug him into a princess-carry into his bed and risk jostling him awakeā€” and then Ignis sets off for the washroom. There's paperwork on paperwork to peruse, but he's got to take care of a more pressing issue to attend to, first and foremost. ]
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You think it's tempting to share me with the general public? Perv.
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Only when you're acting peevish.
[ is he serious? does he want to be ntr'd? he's not gonna elaborate because fighting flippancy with flippancy will obviously knock sense into noct's head here if iggy just tries hard enough. with any luck, hopefully it'll be the one he thinks with. ]
Not yet, but as needs must. While we're entertaining more reasonable options for my brief respite, have you eaten?
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Be grateful, Iggy. ]
I can't believe you'd whore a peevish me out. It must be the sulking, isn't it.
[ But point taken, he knows. He's already deleted the photos. Even so, he quite misses him. Not that he will admit it in so many words. Instead: ]
Delivery dude just dropped off pizza. Come over.
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[ no, he'd be insanely jealous with someone flirting with his highness, even in passing. he'd practically lose his goddamn mind watching someone else make love to noctis, but that's the whole appeal of ntr, isn't it. ]
As much as I'd love to endorse your downward spiral into junk food addiction in-person, my hostage situation won't allow me the freedom, I'm afraid.
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For the record, it was a magnificent shot. Very atmospheric. As a cameraman, I'm certain Prompto would be proud of its artistic integrity.
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[ Noctis knows. He knows Ignis wouldn't stand (haha) for any stand-in, and he's not nearly insecure enough to bait him with it. Because Six know Noctis is just as possessive, just as jealous of anyone who try to get their hands on Ignis. And there are many. The man is prime, excellent catch, and he's most likely the most handsome man in all of the Citadel, which is really saying something.
Not that Noctis would admit that to him. He half believes Ignis already knows. ]
You realise I'm going to eat the whole pizza as a personal challenge, right? And it's a meat lover's special.
[ Interestingly enough, not a double entendre. He really had just pulled on pants, paid the dude and got himself a huge pizza. ] Whats the protocol on pizzas holding crown princes' arteries hostage? Also Prompto is SO dead.
[ Ten gil Ignis hasn't eaten either. ]
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I believe it was 'quit while you're ahead'.
[ ignis doesn't want to go back to the apartment and have to physically resuscitate noct with a defibrillator when he's on the brink of pizza-induced death, okay. all the cholesterol is just gonna exhibit itself badly given enough time, even on the prince. ]
If you keep your atrocious dietary choices to a minimum, you stand a fairly good chance of outrunning me later.
[ y'know, when he's chasing noctis to shove an entire salad down his gullet like an absolute madman. ]
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[ 10 gil he gives iggy an aneurysm before the hour is up. also he's not worried about cholesterol when ignis is all too happy to put him through his paces in bed. so. ]
Wait, why do I need to outrun you? What are you doing?
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[ say, twisting noctis's arm until he screams uncle like ignis is a brute of ill intent like gladio, or couching his entreaties in softer, more harrowing appeals to conscience, like prompto. good thing he's not either of them: he couldn't pull blackmail off nearly so candidly, otherwise. ]
Take me strapping you to a chair and force-feeding you greens, for example. [ foodplay, kinky ] But I could just as easily tie you down and deepthroat you until you came dry, and then some.
[ just think about all that mind-blowing fellatio he could be having, really consider it. ]
I suppose what I decide upon all depends on you.
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Oh, look at what just stirred again. But see, Ignis always likes a good fight and a chase before the eventual claim, and Noctis finds himself licking his lips. ]
And what should I be doing to earn deep throating rights, sir?
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[ Woo him into the pursuit, sexual innuendo or otherwise. Pictures are off the table but text certainly isn't so unpardonable a sin when he's here with a dying erection in the chef's quarters, hungry for only the chase after nearly forty-eight hours of ennui. All work and no play makes Ignis a dull boy. Maybe he's just a little tired. ]
Appeals to logic are all the rage, I've heard. Not finishing an entire pizza by yourself would be a good place to start.
[ There's more than one reason why deep-throating is a bit of a rarity, but he can pull out all the stops if Noctis only persuades him. He's just trying to make the most out of this hypothetical. ]
Why don't you start by telling me how badly you've wanted this?
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So ick pics are a no-go but me telling you how much I want to push my dick down your throat and make you gag for it is okay? Pretty sure 'logic' is not the thing I'm appealing to here, unless that's a new name for your ridiculously sexy mouth.
[ just straightening (heh) out some things here, because noctis is definitely interesting in rising to the challenge. seduce his sleep-deprived chamberlain? yes, please. ]
Did you delete them yet? Because I bet you haven't. I bet you keep sneaking looks at it because you can't believe I'd be this hot for you.
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[ noct's astuteness just about kills him dead, but then he's always terribly quick to the draw. it's not mere happenstance that he ended up at the top of his class, ennui for reports notwithstanding. look, he's not a hypocrite if he's still planning to delete the picture after his lunch break. there's no double standards well and thriving here, just his own enthrallment at work. ]
I havenā€™t. [ y e t ] Youā€™re utterly mesmerizing to behold, Noct. Thereā€™s no place Iā€™d rather be than between your legs, watching you fall apart.
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[ How is that for pursuit? Noctis is not smooth -- only intense, smouldering when he actually applies himself. Unversed in games and clumsy with words, he can only speak the truth and hope Ignis finds them worthy. ]
I would fall to pieces only for you. You're the only one who can put me together again.
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[ And that can't happen if his phone's confiscated, or lost, or some stranger catches the right vantage point to glance over a certain, unsuspecting prince and his equally unsuspecting shoulders. Noctis lavishes on the obscenities and Ignis shakes his head, endeared. ]
Though I can't say there isn't a draw in a million others knowing how you shudder and keen shortly before climaxing. [ Inside of Ignis, outside of him, under the duress of a mouth, and more, more, insatiably, when Noct's touched himself, goaded on by a vibrator, or denied and led all the way to slow-edged release as it culminates. ] The sounds you make when you're right on the precipice, gnashing your teeth to keep the sounds inside, in particular. What makes you think I'll put you back together?
[ Greed's got him feeling like an irredeemable bastard, honestly, self-indulgent and utterly wanton, his heart full-to-brimming. ]
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You just want them to hear me say your name. Remind them that I'm only yours before you swallow me whole. I'd empty myself in you, Iggy. I'd watch you swallow every drop, the way you're so hard like sucking me off is what turns you on. Or maybe you just like being on your knees.
[ He stifles a soft groan, and shit. Shit, he wants him so desperately, he wants to say this to him in person instead of relying on text, but Ignis has work to do and Noctis is stuck wondering if he can make him come in those immaculately tailored pants or get him to sport a hard-on he'll have to hide when his break's over. ]
You'll put me back together because you'll want to do it all over again. Watch me crumble and beg for your hands, your mouth, your dick. Your fucking tight ass. I'd press you down and eat you out for hours.
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I do. The expressions you make would undo anyone, though I assume that comes part and parcel with obscene grandeur. Aren't royals supposed to hold themselves impervious to the desires of common men? You'll corrupt them all, like you've so injudiciously done to me.
[ As if sucking off a high-maintenance prince who would brandish every bit of his influence onto his much-affected chamberlain wouldn't stir longing to any hypothetical audience present, like ships to a lighthouse's beacon, entranced by the hope of finding absolution. ]
But overconfidence will be your clever undoing, your Majesty. My stamina well outlasts yours. Perhaps I'll tie you up until you're well and truly begging that you can't go on without me.
[ He's no picky eater, after all. ]
I must say I'm green with envy with the me you've conjured up to handle you. Were you imagining me touching you earlier? If only I could have seen how longing must have crossed your face. It's enough to drive a man insensible.
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[ And like ships to the lighthouse's beacon, the ones seeking absolution would all be torn up on the rocks -- there is only one that Noctis will spare, the only one that will ever have his affections, and that is his much-affected chamberlain, still so articulate even in the throes of unrelenting longing, aching to be fulfilled.
His hand finds his dick again, curls around the base of it as he leans back with a soft, shaky sigh, the idea of being tied up and mercilessly edged, the absolution Ignis would grant him, profound and whole, and it's only with effort that he sends the next text. ] I'm imagining you touching me right now. I want to be buried inside you so badly right now, Iggy. Wanna watch you reclaim every inch of what's yours, because you can handle me just right, can't you? You know just how to make me beg.
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[ Cunning and brilliant as Noctis is, he falls to simple ploys of touch and deprivation, aching and languorous and riling the blood. Conversely, if anything is ending Ignis's unfortunate stint as Noct's adviser today, it'll be the raging erection that he's horribly stingy with at the moment, breathing staggered and faint while he ignores his more debased urge to jack off or make a break for the apartment. He's so screwed; ten minutes left on the clock until he's due back at the boardroom and his lungs are squeezing all the air from his throat themselves. ]
Why don't you clue me in on how I'm touching you? For later reference.
[ So he can emulate the fake, imaginary Ignis that Noct's conjured up just for this round of snappy, insinuatory remarks, for the moment when he doesn't have to rely on text to get the point across. ]
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You're on your back right in the center of my bed. Your neck peppered with so many lovebites I suggest you find ideas on how to wear scarves for the next one week. Your legs wrapped around my waist, and your hands sliding down my back after you get me all slick and ready. You're touching me like you're aching for a good, thorough fucking.
[ a pause, and the next text chimes gently. ]
And you're gripping me tight when I finally push inside you. Making you stretch around my cock. It's been a little while since I've fucked you, hasn't it? Do you still remember how good I feel?
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Yes
[ Oh, he forgot punctuation. Coincidentally, he also forgot the rest of his brain, now illiterate and unable to string proper sentences together in his mind. Usually getting fucked by Noctis provokes the same effect, but he's due in five minutes to the meeting. As such, all he has to offer Noctis is this careful rejoinder: ]
Don't disappoint me later.
[ That sounds authoritative the way he isn't right now, because Noctis can bet his entire fortune on the fact that Ignis isā€” furiously, shamelesslyā€” jacking off right now, that he'll need to stop by the washroom later, and that, undoubtedly, he'll be late for the meeting. It doesn't stop him from spending these last few minutes being a barbarian and choking the absolute life out of his dick. ]
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A normal person would leave it alone, let his own imagination fill in the blanks. But Noctis is definitely not a normal person, and so: ]
Are you fisting your cock right now, getting yourself off to what I just said? Take a picture for me, you filthy heathen. Show me what you look like when you come in your hand.
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The reply takes a while. Chiefly, it's him reigning in his erection where it's throbbing between his fingers, a pulsing time-bomb of his libido at horrible work. ]
You're awfully convinced of a hasty conclusion.
[ When in danger, deflect until he can regain control of the situation. ]
Good things come to those who wait. [ Is that a pun, or innuendo, or refusal? Probably a mishmash of all three. Not like he's forgotten his zero-photo stipulation, even now. ] I trust you'll be able to bide the time until I can offer you a sight in person you won't soon forget.
[ And with that, he turns off his phone, because he's got to jack the rest of this shame off in time for a meeting. Hope Noctis has a plan for the next several hours of radio silence. ]
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He doesn't.
And so Noctis behaves during the extended period of radio silence (and a part of him wonders if Ignis is deliberately doing it because he probably fears that Noctis will send him yet another dick pic, sending him back into the spiral of shame -- the thought fills him with much amusement), finishes up his homework, sends him a sassy text that says: ]
Wear buttplug. Know you have one.
[ Because guess who's going to hold him to his earlier declaration of offering Noctis a sight he won't soon forget? But the meeting drags long, long, and Noctis finally decides to curl up on the couch to nap, and wait. But mostly nap. ]
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Some hours afterward, he's slipping into the apartment, padding in quiet and subdued. The suitcase is left deposited on the counter, but he's no worse for the wear than usual; the only sign of something remotely ajar is in his breath as it runs itself a little more ragged, cycling and cycling around, but otherwise unchanged as he makes his way down the corridor, only to pause and freeze at the sight of Noct draped over the couch's upholstery, soundly asleep.
So much for sexual extortion. Every plan he's cooked up is promptly dashed to pieces and burn to a crisp, but he's not disappointed. Pulling off one of the throw blankets to neatly tuck around Noctis is a given, rather than lug him into a princess-carry into his bed and risk jostling him awakeā€” and then Ignis sets off for the washroom. There's paperwork on paperwork to peruse, but he's got to take care of a more pressing issue to attend to, first and foremost. ]
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