[ That particular consideration earns Ignis a slap to the bottom for his troubles before Noctis follows it up with a particular hard thrust, balls-deep inside his lover -- he loves that Ignis is in a frisky mood, so inviting and so eager that it erodes just about everything important about Noctis' self control. He's rocking back against him so enthusiastically that Noctis has to keep a good grip on his hip to slow him down, remind him who's in control here.
But that's proving difficult when he's endlessly fascinated by the line and arch of Ignis' back, the comely ripple of the muscles in his broad shoulders, and by the Six there is no one as exquisite as Ignis is, no one who can captivate him this way. The slick-slide of his cock inside of him only serves to intensify everything, and he's biting gently at his ear, trailing kisses down to his throat.
It's a good, thorough fucking that he gives him, long and deep, obscenely so -- he loves everything about how Ignis submits and gives himself over to him, how he surrenders and yet still invites greater passion. He's jerking him off in matching strokes, pleased at how he's already getting up after that particular orgasm.
Noctis is close, but not close enough to disregard Ignis' pleasure, not yet, and his words are a growl, rough with fraying control. ] Look at you. You're spoiling for it.
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But that's proving difficult when he's endlessly fascinated by the line and arch of Ignis' back, the comely ripple of the muscles in his broad shoulders, and by the Six there is no one as exquisite as Ignis is, no one who can captivate him this way. The slick-slide of his cock inside of him only serves to intensify everything, and he's biting gently at his ear, trailing kisses down to his throat.
It's a good, thorough fucking that he gives him, long and deep, obscenely so -- he loves everything about how Ignis submits and gives himself over to him, how he surrenders and yet still invites greater passion. He's jerking him off in matching strokes, pleased at how he's already getting up after that particular orgasm.
Noctis is close, but not close enough to disregard Ignis' pleasure, not yet, and his words are a growl, rough with fraying control. ] Look at you. You're spoiling for it.