[ Ignis is doing the best and worst things to him at this point, because he's never been so overwhelmed, struggling to exert control over what's happening. But the climax was so good and so intense that he barely has his own bearings back before he's flipped onto his back, staring up at the way Ignis looks at him, enthralling and predatory and all his. He doesn't hesitate, wrapping an arm around him to pull him back down. Ignis hasn't had his turn yet, and it's obvious he's still angling for it, and Noctis forces himself to pay little attention to his own pleasurable ache. Ignis comes first in this, and he wraps his hand firmly around his shaft in return.

Occupy himself while they wait, huh? He can do that. Noctis is lying if he says he doesn't enjoy these moments, when they're both steeped in mutual admiration for the other, lust and desire twined with genuine affection that still thrills him to his bones. He's urging Ignis up, up, knees on the pillow on either side of his chest. If he has to occupy himself, then he's going to do it right.

Before that, however, Noctis gives him a look that's half-aghast, half-intrigued. They haven't actually thought of that, and now that Ignis brings it up -- well. His skin tingles under Ignis' skilled plucking, and he cannot help but lean up for more even when he's encouraging him to shift up, until his mouth can press up against the darkened head of his cock, so hard it must be so difficult trying to hold back. ]

Only if I can use it on you in return. Not fun if I don't get to lick you clean time after time. [ He laughs breathlessly. ] Iggy, we'll be a fucking mess if we do that. Fucked to sexual exhaustion -- Six. We need to do that.