[ Ignis' whole body jolts at the slap and the noise he makes isn't one of protest, that much is for certain. It's quickly followed by another one - a throaty, shocked little nnh! when Noctis sinks deep, teasing at his ear and then holds his hips, makes him take it instead of trying to speed things up.
Outside the bedroom, every line of his suit is perfectly pressed, his gloves are tugged and fastened appropriately, not a hair is out of place. Inside, there's nothing Ignis loves more than letting Noctis mess up every single bit of him that's so perfectly arranged. He hates messes as a whole - the cleaning of them, the look of them, but when Noctis puts his mind to it and decides that he's going to ruin Ignis during sex, well, it isn't as if he's going to complain.
It's not something he's brought up yet, mostly because he's not quite sure how to; perhaps he'll suggest it when they're sparring, because then they won't ruin a perfectly good set of clothes if fluids get everywhere, which is rather the goal. ]
Are you surprised, Noct? [ Ignis' cheeks are flushed, strands of hair sticking to his forehead as he tilts his head just enough to look over his shoulder, flushed and smirking, half-hidden by the pillow he's buried against. It takes everything to speak evenly when confronted with the hand on his cock, the oversensitivity of it so close post-orgasm combined Noctis' cock pressed deep and the growl of his voice. ] I didn't think I had ever made a secret of how much or often I want you.
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Outside the bedroom, every line of his suit is perfectly pressed, his gloves are tugged and fastened appropriately, not a hair is out of place. Inside, there's nothing Ignis loves more than letting Noctis mess up every single bit of him that's so perfectly arranged. He hates messes as a whole - the cleaning of them, the look of them, but when Noctis puts his mind to it and decides that he's going to ruin Ignis during sex, well, it isn't as if he's going to complain.
It's not something he's brought up yet, mostly because he's not quite sure how to; perhaps he'll suggest it when they're sparring, because then they won't ruin a perfectly good set of clothes if fluids get everywhere, which is rather the goal. ]
Are you surprised, Noct? [ Ignis' cheeks are flushed, strands of hair sticking to his forehead as he tilts his head just enough to look over his shoulder, flushed and smirking, half-hidden by the pillow he's buried against. It takes everything to speak evenly when confronted with the hand on his cock, the oversensitivity of it so close post-orgasm combined Noctis' cock pressed deep and the growl of his voice. ] I didn't think I had ever made a secret of how much or often I want you.