[ At this point, Noctis understands three things: 1. Ignis is remarkably talented at stringing words together into coherent sentences even when his dick's so hard in his hand and he's straining for climax. 2. Ignis is also exceptionally gifted with the most dignified kind of dirty talk that goes right to Noctis' currently overstimulated and oversensitive dick, throbbing with spend and making him ride that incredible knife edge of pleasure and pain. 3. Is he -- ]
I'm the -- aaah -- first one to come inside you?
[ Because fuck, fuck as if having Ignis fuck himself so desperately on his cock, completely undone and out of control is not enough of a turn on, Ignis just had to tell him that he's essentially the one person he likes doing this to him, filling him up and making a mess just like this? Because that all goes straight to his dick and he groans, pressing his face against his shoulder. Ignis makes it sound so damn good, and even when Noctis is soft inside of him he can feel himself twitch, but oh, that's going to take some time. He doesn't like thinking about all the other people Ignis has fucked, or has fucked him, but it does make him feel smug that he's apparently an exception.
Allowing him to push his hand away from his dick, Noctis' mouth is dry. Owning another part of Ignis, claiming it for himself; he loves that he gets off to this, too, his hand coming to smooth up the flat of his abdomen, his stomach, splaying over his chest. Hell, he can feel his come trickle down Ignis' lovely, firm thighs, and he makes a low, approving noise. ]
Iggy, I'm really fucking sensitive right now --
[ But it's not a no, definitely not, but he can barely think. ] What are you --
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I'm the -- aaah -- first one to come inside you?
[ Because fuck, fuck as if having Ignis fuck himself so desperately on his cock, completely undone and out of control is not enough of a turn on, Ignis just had to tell him that he's essentially the one person he likes doing this to him, filling him up and making a mess just like this? Because that all goes straight to his dick and he groans, pressing his face against his shoulder. Ignis makes it sound so damn good, and even when Noctis is soft inside of him he can feel himself twitch, but oh, that's going to take some time. He doesn't like thinking about all the other people Ignis has fucked, or has fucked him, but it does make him feel smug that he's apparently an exception.
Allowing him to push his hand away from his dick, Noctis' mouth is dry. Owning another part of Ignis, claiming it for himself; he loves that he gets off to this, too, his hand coming to smooth up the flat of his abdomen, his stomach, splaying over his chest. Hell, he can feel his come trickle down Ignis' lovely, firm thighs, and he makes a low, approving noise. ]
Iggy, I'm really fucking sensitive right now --
[ But it's not a no, definitely not, but he can barely think. ] What are you --