[ Noctis breathes, words thick with need. He doesn't bother hiding any of it, how he gets off on caring for Ignis, on touching him, adoring every moment of his touch and pressing eagerly into all of it. He would say he loves him, loves him, loves him to the end of time and it won't be enough to accurately sum up what he's feeling. It's a joy like none other to be able to be with your beloved, to be in their arms and revel in the way they touch and kiss. Ignis unravels him and puts him together again with every breath, and he fears that he will melt right into him with those talented fingers. Hips sliding against his shamelessly, Noctis nips and kisses along the line of his jaw, smiling against his flushed skin.
Oh, how he would always be greedy for Ignis, how he craves the way he laughs and loses himself in Noctis, how they are incomplete until they're with each other. He tiptoes to wrap an arm around his waist, tightening his grip around both their cocks, shuddering at how good he feels. Now, here, Ignis' pleasure is paramount, and his mouth lingers on his earlobe as he coaxes him on. ]
Then come. Come for me. [ He coaxes warmly, feeling the heat of his kisses along the line of his neck -- Noctis thinks he'll have to wear something with a high collar tomorrow (does he even have something available?) and he thrusts quicker, bringing up the friction between both their fingers, giddy at how good he feels. He's gripping Ignis' shoulder again, half fearing that he'll fall if he doesn't hold on to him. Thumb rubbing deliberately against the sensitive slit, he smiles and urges him again, gentle and soft. They have all the time in the world with each other, there's no need for him to hold back anymore. But oh, oh -- a thought occurs to him now, and he squeezes him briefly, eyes bright with an idea. ]
No, wait.
[ He extricates himself from Ignis' grip and sinks to his knees on the watery tile, hands coming to grip his hips before his mouth comes to take him into his mouth, head, shaft, moving up shamelessly until his lips are closing tight around the thick base of him, his throat filled and stretched with his length and the girth of him. His blue eyes gleam now, carefully out of the splash zone where the shower's concerned, feral and full of demand. Come on, then, sweetheart. ]
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[ Noctis breathes, words thick with need. He doesn't bother hiding any of it, how he gets off on caring for Ignis, on touching him, adoring every moment of his touch and pressing eagerly into all of it. He would say he loves him, loves him, loves him to the end of time and it won't be enough to accurately sum up what he's feeling. It's a joy like none other to be able to be with your beloved, to be in their arms and revel in the way they touch and kiss. Ignis unravels him and puts him together again with every breath, and he fears that he will melt right into him with those talented fingers. Hips sliding against his shamelessly, Noctis nips and kisses along the line of his jaw, smiling against his flushed skin.
Oh, how he would always be greedy for Ignis, how he craves the way he laughs and loses himself in Noctis, how they are incomplete until they're with each other. He tiptoes to wrap an arm around his waist, tightening his grip around both their cocks, shuddering at how good he feels. Now, here, Ignis' pleasure is paramount, and his mouth lingers on his earlobe as he coaxes him on. ]
Then come. Come for me. [ He coaxes warmly, feeling the heat of his kisses along the line of his neck -- Noctis thinks he'll have to wear something with a high collar tomorrow (does he even have something available?) and he thrusts quicker, bringing up the friction between both their fingers, giddy at how good he feels. He's gripping Ignis' shoulder again, half fearing that he'll fall if he doesn't hold on to him. Thumb rubbing deliberately against the sensitive slit, he smiles and urges him again, gentle and soft. They have all the time in the world with each other, there's no need for him to hold back anymore. But oh, oh -- a thought occurs to him now, and he squeezes him briefly, eyes bright with an idea. ]
No, wait.
[ He extricates himself from Ignis' grip and sinks to his knees on the watery tile, hands coming to grip his hips before his mouth comes to take him into his mouth, head, shaft, moving up shamelessly until his lips are closing tight around the thick base of him, his throat filled and stretched with his length and the girth of him. His blue eyes gleam now, carefully out of the splash zone where the shower's concerned, feral and full of demand. Come on, then, sweetheart. ]