[ The steady push of Noctis' hips is enough to drag a soft breath from him every time he sinks in, the rhythm such that Ignis feels like he can't ever catch his breath, and half-afraid that if he does, he's just going to make noises instead of actual words. Noctis drags him into a kiss a moment later, filthy and messy, Ignis chasing it as best as he can with the awkward position only to shudder underneath him when Noctis finally comes, spilling inside him. Gods, but it's good -- everything with him is so insanely good. ]
Did you know, I used to think the act of intercourse without a condom was -- well, disgusting wasn't the word, but I didn't see the appeal in it. Sex is already terribly messy.
[ It's probably a little weird to be talking about this when he's fucking into Noctis' hand and rolling his hips back against him, clenching hot and tight around his cock like he wants to milk every bit of come out of him, but, there they are. Ignis bites back a soft little noise as he eases forward and then rocks back, Noctis' cock perfect, especially when he can feel that slickness and knows just how sensitive Noctis is right now. ]
Then we attempted it, and I realized how foolish that initial concern was.
[ Ignis' blunt nails scratch over the material of the headboard as he tries to fuck himself on Noctis' cock, tries to push into his hand but it's not enough, he's oversensitive and shivering and his cock is flushed and hard but orgasm is just out of reach. There's a tremble to his voice now. ]
All I could think is how sex was already satisfying, but knowing that you'd made a mess in me, that you owned yet another part of me was -- very appealing.
[ Meaning, he can't count the number of times he'd jerked off when he was away on business, fucking himself open on his fingers thinking about Noctis doing it, Noctis coming inside him. Gently, he pushes Noctis' hand away from his cock, grimacing a little bit as he braces himself up on his forearm and stretches a little. ]
It's only fair we work you up to a second if you insist on giving me one.
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Did you know, I used to think the act of intercourse without a condom was -- well, disgusting wasn't the word, but I didn't see the appeal in it. Sex is already terribly messy.
[ It's probably a little weird to be talking about this when he's fucking into Noctis' hand and rolling his hips back against him, clenching hot and tight around his cock like he wants to milk every bit of come out of him, but, there they are. Ignis bites back a soft little noise as he eases forward and then rocks back, Noctis' cock perfect, especially when he can feel that slickness and knows just how sensitive Noctis is right now. ]
Then we attempted it, and I realized how foolish that initial concern was.
[ Ignis' blunt nails scratch over the material of the headboard as he tries to fuck himself on Noctis' cock, tries to push into his hand but it's not enough, he's oversensitive and shivering and his cock is flushed and hard but orgasm is just out of reach. There's a tremble to his voice now. ]
All I could think is how sex was already satisfying, but knowing that you'd made a mess in me, that you owned yet another part of me was -- very appealing.
[ Meaning, he can't count the number of times he'd jerked off when he was away on business, fucking himself open on his fingers thinking about Noctis doing it, Noctis coming inside him. Gently, he pushes Noctis' hand away from his cock, grimacing a little bit as he braces himself up on his forearm and stretches a little. ]
It's only fair we work you up to a second if you insist on giving me one.