[ This isn't like before - moments stolen in private with enough regret that he could choke on it, drown in it. He can have this, can have Noctis and he'd be a fool to give that up, wouldn't he? Ignis already did it once and spent every moment of every day regretting the necessity of it. Now, it's certainly not necessary.
Both hands lift so he can cup Noctis' face, tilting it up so that when he leans down and presses a lingering kiss to his lips it's easier, while Noctis' hand stays busy against his cock, rinsing it clean, taking his time with it the same way Ignis has a thousand times over in the past, dragging the pleasure out until Noctis was taut with it, ready to snap. To have that single-minded determination and focus turned on him again is thrilling all on its own, but to have it without any strings attached, to know that they can go to their bed afterward and he can wake up in it with no worries is even more thrilling. ]
Wanting you to stop was never the problem.
[ Ignis runs a hand through Noctis' hair and tugs just shy of too sharp, pulling him away from it because he wants a kiss, wants to dig his fingers into all that pale skin and leave a thousand marks so that when he wakes up in the morning he knows that Noctis is his, properly. The kiss this time is sharp, teeth dragging over Noctis' bottom lip, a leg winding around his waist to tug him up and in so that Ignis' cock pushes against his belly eagerly, the friction of it sending heat sparking down his spine. ]
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Both hands lift so he can cup Noctis' face, tilting it up so that when he leans down and presses a lingering kiss to his lips it's easier, while Noctis' hand stays busy against his cock, rinsing it clean, taking his time with it the same way Ignis has a thousand times over in the past, dragging the pleasure out until Noctis was taut with it, ready to snap. To have that single-minded determination and focus turned on him again is thrilling all on its own, but to have it without any strings attached, to know that they can go to their bed afterward and he can wake up in it with no worries is even more thrilling. ]
Wanting you to stop was never the problem.
[ Ignis runs a hand through Noctis' hair and tugs just shy of too sharp, pulling him away from it because he wants a kiss, wants to dig his fingers into all that pale skin and leave a thousand marks so that when he wakes up in the morning he knows that Noctis is his, properly. The kiss this time is sharp, teeth dragging over Noctis' bottom lip, a leg winding around his waist to tug him up and in so that Ignis' cock pushes against his belly eagerly, the friction of it sending heat sparking down his spine. ]
The problem is I've always wanted you too much.