His Majesty's currently busy getting inside his royal fiance.
[ Not chamberlain, not adviser, not anything else but lover and partner, the man he's about to marry. Eyes dark with desire and nearly savage with the powerful need to claim, to possess and take and have -- and Ignis is everything that sparks the wildest things in him, rousing and more tempting than he's ever seen him.
Oh, just look. Just look at him opening himself for Noctis, that lovely little ring of muscle he's just recently thrust so hard into, flushed pink and gently swollen with how hard they'd gone earlier. He's slick and more than ready, and he slinks up against him, a hand sliding over his hip and pressing his chest to his back, sealing the distance between them. He's nudging his fingers away, making a note to make Ignis do that for him later -- just like this, sliding a toy inside himself and coming while he watches. Won't that be something?
Even like this, Noctis cannot help but be enthralled by the way he entices him, and he slides into him, thick and slippery and hot and so hard he aches with it. He's trembling with pleasure, and sinking back inside that gloriously tight ass makes him just short of crazy. By the Six he feels so fucking good that his toes curl, and he leans down to growl in his ear, teeth against his earlier with a hunger only he can sate: ]
I'm going to make you come over and over again, my love.
[ My love, the word sounds so new, so special, and he breathes him in, sex and sweat as he reaches around to wrap around his softened cock, working to jerk him off steadily, mercilessly. Right now He wants to fuck Ignis so hard that they both see stars; he's raw and uncontrolled, intoxicated by everything his husband-to-be offers him so readily.
His thrusts are harder, slamming up inside him halfway in, every stroke-pull of his cock rubbing up inside him at a new angle, deeper and drawing against sensitive nerve endings, brushing up where he knows that particular sweet spot is. ] Gonna behave for me?
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[ Not chamberlain, not adviser, not anything else but lover and partner, the man he's about to marry. Eyes dark with desire and nearly savage with the powerful need to claim, to possess and take and have -- and Ignis is everything that sparks the wildest things in him, rousing and more tempting than he's ever seen him.
Oh, just look. Just look at him opening himself for Noctis, that lovely little ring of muscle he's just recently thrust so hard into, flushed pink and gently swollen with how hard they'd gone earlier. He's slick and more than ready, and he slinks up against him, a hand sliding over his hip and pressing his chest to his back, sealing the distance between them. He's nudging his fingers away, making a note to make Ignis do that for him later -- just like this, sliding a toy inside himself and coming while he watches. Won't that be something?
Even like this, Noctis cannot help but be enthralled by the way he entices him, and he slides into him, thick and slippery and hot and so hard he aches with it. He's trembling with pleasure, and sinking back inside that gloriously tight ass makes him just short of crazy. By the Six he feels so fucking good that his toes curl, and he leans down to growl in his ear, teeth against his earlier with a hunger only he can sate: ]
I'm going to make you come over and over again, my love.
[ My love, the word sounds so new, so special, and he breathes him in, sex and sweat as he reaches around to wrap around his softened cock, working to jerk him off steadily, mercilessly. Right now He wants to fuck Ignis so hard that they both see stars; he's raw and uncontrolled, intoxicated by everything his husband-to-be offers him so readily.
His thrusts are harder, slamming up inside him halfway in, every stroke-pull of his cock rubbing up inside him at a new angle, deeper and drawing against sensitive nerve endings, brushing up where he knows that particular sweet spot is. ] Gonna behave for me?