[ 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 needsβ 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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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 needsβ 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.