[ Noctis' breath hitches when Ignis tugs him back, caught by surprise -- and a heartbeat later, instantly aroused. He loves when Ignis sheds the kid gloves and gives into his wilder instincts, when he looks at him like he means to eat him alive and Noctis is likewise eager to sink his teeth into him. His kiss lingers on his lips, and Noctis cannot help a sense of smugness and pride at how he's pushed him this far. They've done this a thousand times before, but it often happened with Ignis on his knees, drawing the pleasure out to impossible heights.

Now it's his turn, and more than anything he sees the appeal of it. He's hooked on pleasing Ignis, on drawing out the wilder, more ferocious side of him; they no longer have to keep this a secret (at least, not for very long), there isn't anyone else waiting in his bed but Ignis, and in here they are free to pursue each other, to be together the way they had always been before the marriage happened. He can look forward to happiness unmarred by shadow and the ticking of time, of the knowledge that another is waiting for him. Ignis is no longer a secret, he no longer needs to hide. After all, Noctis had practically declared his lasting, undying love for him on national TV.

He straightens up and chuckles breathlessly against his mouth, feeling the slick hot slide of his shaft against his stomach. His hand comes to grasp him firmly, jerking him off in smooth, long strokes. He kisses him back now, deep and ravenous, and he feels untamed and set free, his other hand coming to grip his shoulder, blunt nails digging into muscle. ]

This is never too much. You make me crazy, do you know that? [ He's biting at his lip now, dragging him feverishly into another kiss, greedy and aggressive. Noctis will always be here to meet him halfway. He will always be here to catch him, to fall into the madness together. ] C'mon. Quick shower, and we're getting out. I'm turning into a prune.