[ Alright, corrupt him. When Noctis plunges forward, timing the next thrust with a grapple of his fingers, Ignis's frame contorts, rising briefly off the sheets, out of the decorum of a ramrod-straight spine to reach and snare into the kiss. It's a heavy one, ferocity dealt with full, unblemished intent. Ignis's hands trail after Noct in short order and scrabbling up, long sweeps of his fingertips from the base of his vertebrae to reign near his shoulders, like he's got some dominion over the expanse of his Highness's back that's all his own. ]
Incorrigible.
[ Tugging him out of sleep so he can reward Noctis with a sight that's become increasingly rare since they've entered a relationship is the height of selfishness, but Ignis is infinitely worse, possessed by the demand as his hand maneuvers that dodgy route between their bodies, clutching onto his dick. It's throbbing like nothing else, irascible with the brief squeeze of Noct's hand, but not even the potential friction is keeping him from jerking himself off. Each tug has his cock twitching angrily under confinement, and Ignis drapes back against the cushions, his other hand taking command of the nape of Noctis's neck. ]
You're right. I never suspected my perversions couldβ run this deep, but I can safely say all the blame rests squarelyβ on your shoulders, this time.
[ And in case his dear Majesty's forgotten who he's contending with, Ignis rewards Noct's efforts with a painfully forthright clench of his ass, tight enough for frustration to usurp them both. ]
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Incorrigible.
[ Tugging him out of sleep so he can reward Noctis with a sight that's become increasingly rare since they've entered a relationship is the height of selfishness, but Ignis is infinitely worse, possessed by the demand as his hand maneuvers that dodgy route between their bodies, clutching onto his dick. It's throbbing like nothing else, irascible with the brief squeeze of Noct's hand, but not even the potential friction is keeping him from jerking himself off. Each tug has his cock twitching angrily under confinement, and Ignis drapes back against the cushions, his other hand taking command of the nape of Noctis's neck. ]
You're right. I never suspected my perversions couldβ run this deep, but I can safely say all the blame rests squarelyβ on your shoulders, this time.
[ And in case his dear Majesty's forgotten who he's contending with, Ignis rewards Noct's efforts with a painfully forthright clench of his ass, tight enough for frustration to usurp them both. ]
Take responsibility, Noct.