[ Oh. Oh, so Ignis likes getting spanked. His lovely ass is bearing his fingerprint marks, a vibrant pink-red that makes Noctis' cock twitch. Shit, he has to bring this up sometime too, because he's pretty sure he would be very on board with giving Ignis a good spanking if only he keeps making those sinfully pornographic noises.
He's rolling his hips as he sinks deep inside him, and the glorious slap of their bodies as they come together are practically music to his ears. Yes, he knows. He knows how insatiable Ignis really is when Noctis gets past the wall of propriety, how given over to his lust and desire and how Noctis loves fulfilling every one of his demands. There's also a special kind of joy to be had when he gets to surprise him too, a string of blissful moments that sum up all that Noctis so eagerly shares with him.
And then when Ignis turns to look at him, ultimately beautiful and ravished, flushed and undone, Noctis knows he's fucking done for. He did this to him, his composed, dignified lover -- he's reduced him to a panting, eager mess and Noctis loses it for precious seconds, when he grabs his face and kisses him deeply as he comes into him with a low groan. His orgasm comes unwarned, filling Ignis up, sticky and hot and wet when he rides out every delicious pulse, every sense overwhelming him. ]
I fucking love you. [ He says, breathless and wrecked, guiding Ignis to fuck into his hand. ] Come for me, sweetheart. Come on --
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He's rolling his hips as he sinks deep inside him, and the glorious slap of their bodies as they come together are practically music to his ears. Yes, he knows. He knows how insatiable Ignis really is when Noctis gets past the wall of propriety, how given over to his lust and desire and how Noctis loves fulfilling every one of his demands. There's also a special kind of joy to be had when he gets to surprise him too, a string of blissful moments that sum up all that Noctis so eagerly shares with him.
And then when Ignis turns to look at him, ultimately beautiful and ravished, flushed and undone, Noctis knows he's fucking done for. He did this to him, his composed, dignified lover -- he's reduced him to a panting, eager mess and Noctis loses it for precious seconds, when he grabs his face and kisses him deeply as he comes into him with a low groan. His orgasm comes unwarned, filling Ignis up, sticky and hot and wet when he rides out every delicious pulse, every sense overwhelming him. ]
I fucking love you. [ He says, breathless and wrecked, guiding Ignis to fuck into his hand. ] Come for me, sweetheart. Come on --