[ Whether or not Noct's going to horrifically maim him right now or postpone his execution for later remains to be seen, but he wouldn't underestimate the ferocity in the prince that hasn't retreated with the cock cage's removal. For the span of several seconds does Ignis consider alighting on the grass and over the fence, but he ultimately stays where he's squarely pinned down. All these ways to go on the lam and any yearning for escape's given up the ghost, owlishly calm as his hand reaches up to Noctis's cheek, so half of his face is buried in his palm. As if he'd flee from any of this.
So that's the nature of the beast, feigning nonchalance against calls for self-preservation, settling back to the rigors of Noct's embrace like he's the least affected by the violence clamoring in him. He didn't retain his position as Noctis's chamberlain out of birthright alone, but perhaps the madness of a man single-minded in his passions.
Disabused of any goodness, there's just no decency left to Ignis past the point of no return, barely any vestiges of goodness left to salvage and piece into something modest. Too bad. Noct's laying his hands on him, and that's a countermeasure long overdue, given seventy-hours of semi-restrained dialogue between them after their unfortunate lock-and-key incident. Hair mussed, Ignis cradles his hands around the fair and noble king-to-be, expecting to be bodily dragged upright and entirely willing to princess-carry Noct up a few flights of stairs if his pride can withstand the hit.
Instead, inertia beats up Ignis's sense of balanceโ suddenly the world's built on topsy-turvy motion, and he's barely managed to wrestle a firmer grip around Noctis's shoulder when they're both spirited right up to the balcony, and bloody hellโ they've practiced a few times, a few stunts and jaunts in the training room, but Noct's magic is something thunderous and overwhelming, and he's slightly dizzy on the outset when his feet touch solid ground a couple of seconds later, fingers clamping down on the railings to conjure up a center of gravity he's lost.
And Noctisโ Noctis has a heartbreaking pathos to him, cheeks hot with vehemence, stalking forward to trap him between the railing and the wall with a casual irreverence that shines and shines out of him, and that's the blessed death blow to Ignis's already ailing conscience. From this vantage point, peering down the long cord of Noct's spine as he bends until he's eye-level with his groin, he's terribly gorgeous, mouth opening up to take him whole. Another kind of devouring.
Blowjobs might just be another form of exsanguination; all the heat and the rest of his common sense has since fled to his cock, and now he's bloodless everywhere else, ravenous for affection. ]
I'd want nothing more.
[ First attempt to pretend at refinement and Ignis botches it. Tough break, even tougher when he's purposefully reaching to tug at Noct's damp collar to yank him up for a kiss, only to gasp back into the wall, gasps flatlining in the back of his throat. Noctis is sullen and sweet at once, sulking around his dick, and there's no shortage of surreality in curling his hands to his outline. ]
The timing leavesโ something to beโ desired, Noct.
[ Two seconds away from his own demise and he's getting treated to the soft lick of Noctis's tongue, the beseeching quality his mouth takes on when split open around the shaft instead. Talk about mood whiplash, even if his complaint's more of a vague observation than his usual criticisms. Furthermore, is this any way to speak to the prince of Lucis, denunciatory and halting but horribly fond? Not at all, but Ignis is currently buying himself time away from the sighs touching at his throat, the noises braced between the teeth as his breathing takes on a ragged tenor. ]
[ Because Noctis will not be held responsible for what he sees as fallout from Ignis' plans, and because, really, none of this will be happening if Ignis hadn't given in to whatever perverse impulse that had led him to cage his cock up anyway -- and three days' worth of sexual frustration is enough to make Noctis profoundly uncharitable, not even when his mouth is around his cock and the prince is pointedly refusing to come up for a kiss quite yet.
No, Ignis doesn't deserve it.
He's pinning his hips to the wall, moving to deepthroat him, taking him down, down before pulling out and stifling his own gag reflex, moving to kiss up his cock, pressing heated little kisses up and down his length before he takes it back into his mouth to suck, hard, as if he could draw out everything that keeps him standing by this alone. Noctis is aware, too, that Ignis is entirely given over to this, and Noctis pinches his thigh briefly, leaving the smallest bruise on the inside of it.
He'll be even more ruined before Noctis is done with him, but it's a good start. Fuelled by an unholy mixture of vengeance and lust, Noctis ignores the fact that they're on his balcony; hell, they're too high for anyone to see anything good, anyway, and his cock's halfway down his mouth again, Noctis going so deep his nose presses against his belly before he pulls out, lips reddened and his eyes almost black with hunger, as ravenous as he is vengeful. ]
You didn't give a shit about timing before when you put that stupid thing on me.
[ Why is something he ought to ask in the near future, a small part of him suggests, because Ignis rarely ever initiates something without cause, and he's halfway certain this hadn't been born of some kind of sadistic whim. Ignis might have a vicious streak a mile wide, but it's rarely ever unfounded. But first, however, to take all of his frustrations out on him and to make him very, very sorry he'd decided to leash him in the first place. Maybe one day Noctis would put a cage on him; or maybe a leash, or maybe a myriad other things that he can dream of. His lips smack, wet and obscene around his dick, lavishing his full attention on him, intent on making him come, to feel that spurt of heat and bittersalty spend down his throat.
Or maybe he ought to deny him that at the last second, won't that be something, too? ] Mmm --
[ If it offers any last-minute solace, he's not particularly proud of his atrocious behavior as of late. He's been treading over regret, but he wasn't nearly penitent enough to warrant the removal of the cock cage until Noct's fury settled down over him, prying depravities out of him by blunt force.
Stepping into his wrath should count for something, though. Ignis isn't senselessly malicious, and he accepts the consequences stacked up against him. Anger coasts on Noctis with all the magnitude of a storm, relentless and turbulent and forsaking propriety to suck him off, and Ignis sinks into it, the daring ferocity of it that flies in the face of common sense. There's not much to Noctis that isn't cutthroat or liable to get his knees buckling before the day's out, though, when his legs won't hold out for much, and his reflexes debilitate. It's not just the illicitness of it, out on the balcony with his clothes shucked some ways to off and the prince haranguing his cock, that provokes so much scrutiny.
It's the profundity of it, desecrating laws and any wayward eyes to keep Noctis focused on him, the pained undercurrent of want and need seeping into him.
Noctis brands himself, skin against skin and teasing pressure around the head of his dick, and Ignis's fingers where they've stopped to brace him, choking down another noise, shallowly sucking in air through his mouth. ]
My deepest apologies. It wasโ
[ It's unfounded, using education as an excuse to keep Noctis's modesty intact instead of removed to fall into someone else's clutches, and he's jealous even under the susurrations propped up to the pelvic bone, the bleary sound of Noctis licking his way through to him.
Hemorrhaging away from the moment is the molten look in Noctis's eyes, betraying his longing and lashing his mouth to him, and he gasps, shuddering into the ache. ]
It was foul play.
[ So Noctis should know that he can acknowledge unfairness, at least, even when he's slipped so far down the wall that his dress shoes are skidding across the floor, back scraping at the wall, just a couple feet away from the sliding glass doors. Slack at his sides are his hands, which twist back open to pull him forward, back for another shoddy attempt at a kiss. He's less impudent than to ask forgiveness, so he'll look for one last mercy, hips struggling mid-thrust. ]
[ Noctis knows now that he can acknowledge unfairness, and it mollifies him only a little, takes the sharp edge off his frustration and temper -- he's mad but not furious, and in this moment, as Ignis looks for mercy, Noctis offers none.
He pulls his mouth off of his cock, now wet with saliva and pre-cum, the bittersalty trace of it on his tongue as he makes his decision in that one moment. Ignis understands that it's foul play, and Noctis hasn't yet understood why Ignis had gone to such lengths to cage his dick up. Not that it hurt him in any way -- only that it's pissed him off enough to deny Ignis the one thing that will tip him over. He leans back on his heels to look back up at him, unwilling to come up to give him that kiss either, because Noctis is fully capable of pettiness when the mood comes upon him.
He licks his lips, reddened and full from how he'd so enthusiastically taken to his cock earlier, and all the more to torment him with. His gaze is dark with lust but even, full of longing and unspoken wrath all at once -- even so, it doesn't escape how beautiful he is, which annoys him even further because how can he possibly stay mad at him, no matter how much he wants to kill him for putting that cage on him in the first place?
Now, he slowly straightens up to get to his feet, careful not to touch Ignis' cock again -- no, he doesn't deserve an easy orgasm after everything he's put him through, and the prince is also ridiculously curious about the entire thing, mercy withheld and keeping Ignis on the edge, just past frustration with no relief in sight. ]
[ Just gut him. His breath's already hemorrhaging out, heaving irrepressibly from up his throat when Noctis pries off of him. It's not the dissatisfaction that's playing its chords on his lungs, though, but that terrifyingly gorgeous look on Noct's face when he stirs to gaze at him, mouth streaked with liberal amounts of saliva, pre-cum, and he can't remember his vicious envy anymore under the weight of so much wrath. ]
You're beautiful.
[ That's the extent of it, resorting to drastic measures like caging him in under the duplicity of studying. If not for his finals, then restraint. If not for restraint, then Ignis's insanity reaching a fever pitch with Tiberius draping his touch on Noctis, the paragon of a bad influence on him. ]
I was afraid you'd wise up to better options.
[ At the heart of the matter, he can't satisfy him; he can cook and clean and take up a handmaid's duties around him, but he can't be all that Noct needsโ that he should ever need, for that matter, and that's enough to work on wrenching up his trousers and brusquely button them up. ]
I've been a jealous fool, Noct. I'm sorry. I'll leave you be.
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So that's the nature of the beast, feigning nonchalance against calls for self-preservation, settling back to the rigors of Noct's embrace like he's the least affected by the violence clamoring in him. He didn't retain his position as Noctis's chamberlain out of birthright alone, but perhaps the madness of a man single-minded in his passions.
Disabused of any goodness, there's just no decency left to Ignis past the point of no return, barely any vestiges of goodness left to salvage and piece into something modest. Too bad. Noct's laying his hands on him, and that's a countermeasure long overdue, given seventy-hours of semi-restrained dialogue between them after their unfortunate lock-and-key incident. Hair mussed, Ignis cradles his hands around the fair and noble king-to-be, expecting to be bodily dragged upright and entirely willing to princess-carry Noct up a few flights of stairs if his pride can withstand the hit.
Instead, inertia beats up Ignis's sense of balanceโ suddenly the world's built on topsy-turvy motion, and he's barely managed to wrestle a firmer grip around Noctis's shoulder when they're both spirited right up to the balcony, and bloody hellโ they've practiced a few times, a few stunts and jaunts in the training room, but Noct's magic is something thunderous and overwhelming, and he's slightly dizzy on the outset when his feet touch solid ground a couple of seconds later, fingers clamping down on the railings to conjure up a center of gravity he's lost.
And Noctisโ Noctis has a heartbreaking pathos to him, cheeks hot with vehemence, stalking forward to trap him between the railing and the wall with a casual irreverence that shines and shines out of him, and that's the blessed death blow to Ignis's already ailing conscience. From this vantage point, peering down the long cord of Noct's spine as he bends until he's eye-level with his groin, he's terribly gorgeous, mouth opening up to take him whole. Another kind of devouring.
Blowjobs might just be another form of exsanguination; all the heat and the rest of his common sense has since fled to his cock, and now he's bloodless everywhere else, ravenous for affection. ]
I'd want nothing more.
[ First attempt to pretend at refinement and Ignis botches it. Tough break, even tougher when he's purposefully reaching to tug at Noct's damp collar to yank him up for a kiss, only to gasp back into the wall, gasps flatlining in the back of his throat. Noctis is sullen and sweet at once, sulking around his dick, and there's no shortage of surreality in curling his hands to his outline. ]
The timing leavesโ something to beโ desired, Noct.
[ Two seconds away from his own demise and he's getting treated to the soft lick of Noctis's tongue, the beseeching quality his mouth takes on when split open around the shaft instead. Talk about mood whiplash, even if his complaint's more of a vague observation than his usual criticisms. Furthermore, is this any way to speak to the prince of Lucis, denunciatory and halting but horribly fond? Not at all, but Ignis is currently buying himself time away from the sighs touching at his throat, the noises braced between the teeth as his breathing takes on a ragged tenor. ]
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[ Because Noctis will not be held responsible for what he sees as fallout from Ignis' plans, and because, really, none of this will be happening if Ignis hadn't given in to whatever perverse impulse that had led him to cage his cock up anyway -- and three days' worth of sexual frustration is enough to make Noctis profoundly uncharitable, not even when his mouth is around his cock and the prince is pointedly refusing to come up for a kiss quite yet.
No, Ignis doesn't deserve it.
He's pinning his hips to the wall, moving to deepthroat him, taking him down, down before pulling out and stifling his own gag reflex, moving to kiss up his cock, pressing heated little kisses up and down his length before he takes it back into his mouth to suck, hard, as if he could draw out everything that keeps him standing by this alone. Noctis is aware, too, that Ignis is entirely given over to this, and Noctis pinches his thigh briefly, leaving the smallest bruise on the inside of it.
He'll be even more ruined before Noctis is done with him, but it's a good start. Fuelled by an unholy mixture of vengeance and lust, Noctis ignores the fact that they're on his balcony; hell, they're too high for anyone to see anything good, anyway, and his cock's halfway down his mouth again, Noctis going so deep his nose presses against his belly before he pulls out, lips reddened and his eyes almost black with hunger, as ravenous as he is vengeful. ]
You didn't give a shit about timing before when you put that stupid thing on me.
[ Why is something he ought to ask in the near future, a small part of him suggests, because Ignis rarely ever initiates something without cause, and he's halfway certain this hadn't been born of some kind of sadistic whim. Ignis might have a vicious streak a mile wide, but it's rarely ever unfounded. But first, however, to take all of his frustrations out on him and to make him very, very sorry he'd decided to leash him in the first place. Maybe one day Noctis would put a cage on him; or maybe a leash, or maybe a myriad other things that he can dream of. His lips smack, wet and obscene around his dick, lavishing his full attention on him, intent on making him come, to feel that spurt of heat and bittersalty spend down his throat.
Or maybe he ought to deny him that at the last second, won't that be something, too? ] Mmm --
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Stepping into his wrath should count for something, though. Ignis isn't senselessly malicious, and he accepts the consequences stacked up against him. Anger coasts on Noctis with all the magnitude of a storm, relentless and turbulent and forsaking propriety to suck him off, and Ignis sinks into it, the daring ferocity of it that flies in the face of common sense. There's not much to Noctis that isn't cutthroat or liable to get his knees buckling before the day's out, though, when his legs won't hold out for much, and his reflexes debilitate. It's not just the illicitness of it, out on the balcony with his clothes shucked some ways to off and the prince haranguing his cock, that provokes so much scrutiny.
It's the profundity of it, desecrating laws and any wayward eyes to keep Noctis focused on him, the pained undercurrent of want and need seeping into him.
Noctis brands himself, skin against skin and teasing pressure around the head of his dick, and Ignis's fingers where they've stopped to brace him, choking down another noise, shallowly sucking in air through his mouth. ]
My deepest apologies. It wasโ
[ It's unfounded, using education as an excuse to keep Noctis's modesty intact instead of removed to fall into someone else's clutches, and he's jealous even under the susurrations propped up to the pelvic bone, the bleary sound of Noctis licking his way through to him.
Hemorrhaging away from the moment is the molten look in Noctis's eyes, betraying his longing and lashing his mouth to him, and he gasps, shuddering into the ache. ]
It was foul play.
[ So Noctis should know that he can acknowledge unfairness, at least, even when he's slipped so far down the wall that his dress shoes are skidding across the floor, back scraping at the wall, just a couple feet away from the sliding glass doors. Slack at his sides are his hands, which twist back open to pull him forward, back for another shoddy attempt at a kiss. He's less impudent than to ask forgiveness, so he'll look for one last mercy, hips struggling mid-thrust. ]
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He pulls his mouth off of his cock, now wet with saliva and pre-cum, the bittersalty trace of it on his tongue as he makes his decision in that one moment. Ignis understands that it's foul play, and Noctis hasn't yet understood why Ignis had gone to such lengths to cage his dick up. Not that it hurt him in any way -- only that it's pissed him off enough to deny Ignis the one thing that will tip him over. He leans back on his heels to look back up at him, unwilling to come up to give him that kiss either, because Noctis is fully capable of pettiness when the mood comes upon him.
He licks his lips, reddened and full from how he'd so enthusiastically taken to his cock earlier, and all the more to torment him with. His gaze is dark with lust but even, full of longing and unspoken wrath all at once -- even so, it doesn't escape how beautiful he is, which annoys him even further because how can he possibly stay mad at him, no matter how much he wants to kill him for putting that cage on him in the first place?
Now, he slowly straightens up to get to his feet, careful not to touch Ignis' cock again -- no, he doesn't deserve an easy orgasm after everything he's put him through, and the prince is also ridiculously curious about the entire thing, mercy withheld and keeping Ignis on the edge, just past frustration with no relief in sight. ]
There's always a reason, with you. What is it?
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You're beautiful.
[ That's the extent of it, resorting to drastic measures like caging him in under the duplicity of studying. If not for his finals, then restraint. If not for restraint, then Ignis's insanity reaching a fever pitch with Tiberius draping his touch on Noctis, the paragon of a bad influence on him. ]
I was afraid you'd wise up to better options.
[ At the heart of the matter, he can't satisfy him; he can cook and clean and take up a handmaid's duties around him, but he can't be all that Noct needsโ that he should ever need, for that matter, and that's enough to work on wrenching up his trousers and brusquely button them up. ]
I've been a jealous fool, Noct. I'm sorry. I'll leave you be.