[ Orgasm always leaves him trembling and a little off-kilter. For some, it might be energizing, but for him, sex one of the few times where none of his walls are up and he lets himself enjoy something for the simple sake of enjoying it, enjoying Noctis. He could, honestly, curl up and go to sleep when they're done, savoring the knowledge that there's a ring on his fingers and a man who is so desperately in love with him and he in love in return.
He's repeating the words back to Noctis though it's muffled by the press of their lips against each other, licking into Noctis' mouth with a hungry little sound as he's pushed into the bed, thighs aching in the best possible way. Between them, come smears on Noctis' belly when they press this close and he can't find it in himself to apologize, not when he doesn't mean it, not when Noctis is licking his fingers clean and Ignis' cock gives a twitch in response. Six, but he's attractive, ridiculously so.
Better still is that Noctis doesn't question the order; he works his hips harder, sinks in deep and grinds, ripping a ragged, soft noise of shock from him when his cock presses in perfectly and Ignis' own aches at the feeling in the best possible way. Then: he slides out and the loss of him is enough to get him to make a protesting noise that's remarkably similar to when Noctis doesn't want to get up in the morning. Still, the promise of more is enough to animate him and gingerly, he rises up and eyes the wet spot the coffee's left with a sigh.
Reorienting himself on the bed, he places himself on his hands and knees as instructed, forearms braced so he won't press into the headboard with the thrusts but so he can also brace himself against it, fucking back onto him when he settles in. One hand slips back, traces between his own thighs and he holds himself open, ass up, back arched, presenting himself for his king, two fingers sliding against where his entrance is slick with lube, flushed from the attention earlier and he dips them inside himself with a throaty little groan, playing it up for show. A little coy, maybe, he tilts his head to the side so he can look over his shoulder at Noctis, fingers playing over the slickness of his hole. ]
Unless His Majesty has something else to do, I believe he was in the middle of something. [ A pause, a smirk hidden into sheets. ] Someone.
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He's repeating the words back to Noctis though it's muffled by the press of their lips against each other, licking into Noctis' mouth with a hungry little sound as he's pushed into the bed, thighs aching in the best possible way. Between them, come smears on Noctis' belly when they press this close and he can't find it in himself to apologize, not when he doesn't mean it, not when Noctis is licking his fingers clean and Ignis' cock gives a twitch in response. Six, but he's attractive, ridiculously so.
Better still is that Noctis doesn't question the order; he works his hips harder, sinks in deep and grinds, ripping a ragged, soft noise of shock from him when his cock presses in perfectly and Ignis' own aches at the feeling in the best possible way. Then: he slides out and the loss of him is enough to get him to make a protesting noise that's remarkably similar to when Noctis doesn't want to get up in the morning. Still, the promise of more is enough to animate him and gingerly, he rises up and eyes the wet spot the coffee's left with a sigh.
Reorienting himself on the bed, he places himself on his hands and knees as instructed, forearms braced so he won't press into the headboard with the thrusts but so he can also brace himself against it, fucking back onto him when he settles in. One hand slips back, traces between his own thighs and he holds himself open, ass up, back arched, presenting himself for his king, two fingers sliding against where his entrance is slick with lube, flushed from the attention earlier and he dips them inside himself with a throaty little groan, playing it up for show. A little coy, maybe, he tilts his head to the side so he can look over his shoulder at Noctis, fingers playing over the slickness of his hole. ]
Unless His Majesty has something else to do, I believe he was in the middle of something. [ A pause, a smirk hidden into sheets. ] Someone.