[ Six, but Ignis is so gloriously beautiful like this, sitting above him, like he's every inch a king. And here Noctis is, paying his respects, worshiping him with care and devotion, watching how his cock fattens and stiffens in his grasp, responding to his touch. They have yet to negotiate boundaries, to decide what's okay and what isn't, but Noctis can't find it in himself to care.
They've already come this far, forged their vows to each other in the privacy of this bathroom -- even so, he looks to Ignis, cautious despite himself, caring more for him than his own pleasure. Ignis is the only one who matters, and his thumb gently rubs circles over the head of his dick before he cups some water and rinses it off. Another careful rinse, twice and three times, every gesture tender and worshipful, his eyes darkening with something much like desire.
It's been a long, long while since he's properly had Ignis, even longer still without the weight of guilt and the knowledge of inevitable separation, and he aches for him, the longing so overwhelming that he's surprised by himself.
And when the soap is washed off, the king slowly, delicately presses a kiss to the head of his lover's cock. ] Tell me to stop, [ He breathes, gentle and slow, dark eyes holding a world of promise. ] and I will.
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They've already come this far, forged their vows to each other in the privacy of this bathroom -- even so, he looks to Ignis, cautious despite himself, caring more for him than his own pleasure. Ignis is the only one who matters, and his thumb gently rubs circles over the head of his dick before he cups some water and rinses it off. Another careful rinse, twice and three times, every gesture tender and worshipful, his eyes darkening with something much like desire.
It's been a long, long while since he's properly had Ignis, even longer still without the weight of guilt and the knowledge of inevitable separation, and he aches for him, the longing so overwhelming that he's surprised by himself.
And when the soap is washed off, the king slowly, delicately presses a kiss to the head of his lover's cock. ] Tell me to stop, [ He breathes, gentle and slow, dark eyes holding a world of promise. ] and I will.