I have no intentions of letting you tend to that alone.
[ Ignis glances over his shoulder to make sure that he's actually going to start the shower and not just watching, but of course he is, dripping water on the ground, looking soft and sweet. Ignis can't even be surprised or irritated at the water on the ground; he knew it, knew what he was getting into, what to expect and he watches Noctis make his way to the shower as if each step is more difficult than the last. It's terribly endearing, but it also makes Ignis work quicker in response.
The drain is pulled and Ignis steps one long leg out of the bath, then the other, cock bobbing with the motion. He fetches two towels on the way and settles them and his glasses on the counter near the shower stall and then finishes the rest of the way there, rather pleased neither of them fell, because that'd be their luck at this point, wouldn't it? ]
On my way.
[ He steps in a moment later, grimacing when the spray of water hits him and he's reminded he really needs to rinse his hair out but he's not about to steal the water from Noctis; even here he'd give him anything, everything. Ignis' hand drops back down and curls around Noctis' cock, irritation of conditioner long forgotten in the span of the few moments it takes him to look over the lean, naked line of him, flushed pink from the bath. ]
Gorgeous.
[ It's a soft murmur under his breath before he steps in for another kiss, hand sliding gently down so his palm strokes the underside of Noctis' cock and cups his balls, pushing him up against the cool wall of the shower. ]
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[ Ignis glances over his shoulder to make sure that he's actually going to start the shower and not just watching, but of course he is, dripping water on the ground, looking soft and sweet. Ignis can't even be surprised or irritated at the water on the ground; he knew it, knew what he was getting into, what to expect and he watches Noctis make his way to the shower as if each step is more difficult than the last. It's terribly endearing, but it also makes Ignis work quicker in response.
The drain is pulled and Ignis steps one long leg out of the bath, then the other, cock bobbing with the motion. He fetches two towels on the way and settles them and his glasses on the counter near the shower stall and then finishes the rest of the way there, rather pleased neither of them fell, because that'd be their luck at this point, wouldn't it? ]
On my way.
[ He steps in a moment later, grimacing when the spray of water hits him and he's reminded he really needs to rinse his hair out but he's not about to steal the water from Noctis; even here he'd give him anything, everything. Ignis' hand drops back down and curls around Noctis' cock, irritation of conditioner long forgotten in the span of the few moments it takes him to look over the lean, naked line of him, flushed pink from the bath. ]
Gorgeous.
[ It's a soft murmur under his breath before he steps in for another kiss, hand sliding gently down so his palm strokes the underside of Noctis' cock and cups his balls, pushing him up against the cool wall of the shower. ]