And second, and third, and so on, as it turns out.
[ Ignis levels a faintly amused look at the other man over his shoulder as if he's not aching to come, but shoves the physical need aside for a moment to focus on the way Noctis is pressing his face into his shoulder and groaning like Ignis is doing the best and the worst things to him all at the same time. Smugly, he pulls himself away and shivers at the sensation of Noctis slipping free of him, leaving him open and wanting.
Patience. It takes some maneuvering, but he manages to nudge him back enough and presses a hand to the center of Noctis' chest, shifting to curl a leg around him and shoves, toppling him neatly until he's on top, straddling the other man, shoving him down into the bed with a little hum at the sight of him flushed and mussed on the covers, knowing that he's responsible for it. ]
There we are. Surely you can keep yourself occupied while we wait for your refractory period to be over, or I can fetch a potion.
[ Oh. Oh, that's an idea. He'd only considered it to make it easier on Noctis, but his face gets that same expression as when he considers new ingredients for a recipe and when he looks down at his king, he's smirking, tracing fingers along his chest, plucking idly at a nipple. ]
Maybe that's what I'll do to you someday soon. Tie you down to your bed and make you come so many times you lose count. Not exactly the approved use for potions but one must be creative.
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[ Ignis levels a faintly amused look at the other man over his shoulder as if he's not aching to come, but shoves the physical need aside for a moment to focus on the way Noctis is pressing his face into his shoulder and groaning like Ignis is doing the best and the worst things to him all at the same time. Smugly, he pulls himself away and shivers at the sensation of Noctis slipping free of him, leaving him open and wanting.
Patience. It takes some maneuvering, but he manages to nudge him back enough and presses a hand to the center of Noctis' chest, shifting to curl a leg around him and shoves, toppling him neatly until he's on top, straddling the other man, shoving him down into the bed with a little hum at the sight of him flushed and mussed on the covers, knowing that he's responsible for it. ]
There we are. Surely you can keep yourself occupied while we wait for your refractory period to be over, or I can fetch a potion.
[ Oh. Oh, that's an idea. He'd only considered it to make it easier on Noctis, but his face gets that same expression as when he considers new ingredients for a recipe and when he looks down at his king, he's smirking, tracing fingers along his chest, plucking idly at a nipple. ]
Maybe that's what I'll do to you someday soon. Tie you down to your bed and make you come so many times you lose count. Not exactly the approved use for potions but one must be creative.