[ Catch Ignis dying under this cerebral monologue. A decade's gone by, and he's still the worst at keeping any kind of tact when Noct's lavishing praise on him, forcing his hand without lifting a finger. For Noctis's sake, he's going to pretend at composure when he's shook to his core by him. Even ruefulness comes and goes, gasps taking a breathy tenor as Noctis's mouth works up from jawline to cheekbone. ]
I sound no better than the common housepet.
[ Oh, but he's like a dog right now, inexorably beholden to his owner, following his whims out of sheer affection. The collar's a blatant sign of possession, but he was mesmerized long before they opted for kinky foreplay in the bedroom. This is a long time comingβ this is the culmination of living ten years through Noct's absence, knowing full well he'd failed to protect him. ]
Shouldn't I have a say in this? It doesn't seem very fair that I can't very well hold a candle to your brand of flattery.
[ Even with his fingers prying in and out and in, stirring his words into hoarseness. He's a masochist, alright. ]
Even though I love a man like no other. One that defies description. More than anything, I'd wantβ [ And here Ignis's breathing stutters into raggedness, as he's stroked into heated disrepair. ] βyou to take me apart. Only you. I'm already at my limit.
[ The laugh that ensues is rushingly loud, emphatic, the sort given when everything's gone down the shitter. Looks like he's a glutton for annihilation at his lover's hands, above all else. ]
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I sound no better than the common housepet.
[ Oh, but he's like a dog right now, inexorably beholden to his owner, following his whims out of sheer affection. The collar's a blatant sign of possession, but he was mesmerized long before they opted for kinky foreplay in the bedroom. This is a long time comingβ this is the culmination of living ten years through Noct's absence, knowing full well he'd failed to protect him. ]
Shouldn't I have a say in this? It doesn't seem very fair that I can't very well hold a candle to your brand of flattery.
[ Even with his fingers prying in and out and in, stirring his words into hoarseness. He's a masochist, alright. ]
Even though I love a man like no other. One that defies description. More than anything, I'd wantβ [ And here Ignis's breathing stutters into raggedness, as he's stroked into heated disrepair. ] βyou to take me apart. Only you. I'm already at my limit.
[ The laugh that ensues is rushingly loud, emphatic, the sort given when everything's gone down the shitter. Looks like he's a glutton for annihilation at his lover's hands, above all else. ]