Yours is the only opinion I care about, he says mere moments earlier.
[ Ignis sinks back into the cradle of the bath tub and watches him, weighing where he wants this to go. He was careful to avoid anywhere too sensitive, too private because he wasn't certain where they stood. They hadn't...really talked about what it meant now that they were fully out and public, all their sins aired like dirty laundry for the world to make a spectacle of.
The world doesn't get this, though. This: Noctis with his hair slicked back and messy, dripping lines down his throat, his shoulders. This: Noctis sliding a soft washcloth over his thighs and then swordsman rough hands over his thighs, his cock, soap and water slicking the way. He could stop this. He maybe should until they clearly define what boundaries they're going to hold to (so they can break them anyway) but he sinks back into the bath a little further and looks at Noctis, like he's the king being serviced by his retainer. One slow breath in, held and then exhaled and he tilts his head back a little, digging his teeth into his bottom lip as he decides. His cock has already made its decision, the traitor, fattening up in Noctis' hand with just the faintest bit of attention. ]
no subject
[ Ignis sinks back into the cradle of the bath tub and watches him, weighing where he wants this to go. He was careful to avoid anywhere too sensitive, too private because he wasn't certain where they stood. They hadn't...really talked about what it meant now that they were fully out and public, all their sins aired like dirty laundry for the world to make a spectacle of.
The world doesn't get this, though. This: Noctis with his hair slicked back and messy, dripping lines down his throat, his shoulders. This: Noctis sliding a soft washcloth over his thighs and then swordsman rough hands over his thighs, his cock, soap and water slicking the way. He could stop this. He maybe should until they clearly define what boundaries they're going to hold to (so they can break them anyway) but he sinks back into the bath a little further and looks at Noctis, like he's the king being serviced by his retainer. One slow breath in, held and then exhaled and he tilts his head back a little, digging his teeth into his bottom lip as he decides. His cock has already made its decision, the traitor, fattening up in Noctis' hand with just the faintest bit of attention. ]
Yes.