[ Oh, look at him. Noctis almost forgets what he's doing, caught off guard by just how stunning he is when he's thrusting into him, reaching for his own absolution -- the one that he gives to him when he tightens his lips shamelessly and fights down his gag reflex, swallowing around him in warm pulses. It's over before long, the rush of sticky fluid heat surging down his throat in erratic little bursts, filling him up as Ignis loses himself.
His hands tighten on his hips, bruising lightly tanned skin as he presses up, breathing him in and very nearly smiling at the way he comes undone. His own pleasure doesn't matter; Ignis is right, they've done it so often enough that it's not always what they strive for, only that the other achieves his own, and that's very nearly enough for him. Noctis is filled with a rush of affection and love when he swallows him down, relishing the bittersalty taste of him still on his tongue when he gently releases him, coughing before licking him clean, pressing a kiss of the head of his softened length before he leans up and smiles, lips swollen and parted.
Noctis looks tremendously pleased with himself and infinitely tender, and he catches his hand to press soft kisses against his fingertips before rising fluidly to his feet, wrapping an arm around him to keep him steady. He will always support him, he thinks, keep him steady and be with him through thick and thin. He's in no hurry to forget the way his name sounds on his lips, and Noctis nuzzles against him, giving his lips a soft, chaste kiss. He could do this all his life, just to watch Ignis come undone, to put him together again himself; after all, Ignis belongs only to him. Theirs is the intimacy and joy others spend their whole lives searching for, and Noctis finds everything in him that he cannot find in others. Not in Octavia, not in Ignis' substitute, who is a shadow of everything Ignis is, everything that he awakens in him. Now, he feels like he truly belongs. ]
Mmm. I missed having your taste in my mouth. [ He muses, before reaching around to turn the shower off. Sweetly wicked, his hands come down to squeeze his ass, kneading at the tight, firm muscle. ] C'mon, let's go to bed.
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His hands tighten on his hips, bruising lightly tanned skin as he presses up, breathing him in and very nearly smiling at the way he comes undone. His own pleasure doesn't matter; Ignis is right, they've done it so often enough that it's not always what they strive for, only that the other achieves his own, and that's very nearly enough for him. Noctis is filled with a rush of affection and love when he swallows him down, relishing the bittersalty taste of him still on his tongue when he gently releases him, coughing before licking him clean, pressing a kiss of the head of his softened length before he leans up and smiles, lips swollen and parted.
Noctis looks tremendously pleased with himself and infinitely tender, and he catches his hand to press soft kisses against his fingertips before rising fluidly to his feet, wrapping an arm around him to keep him steady. He will always support him, he thinks, keep him steady and be with him through thick and thin. He's in no hurry to forget the way his name sounds on his lips, and Noctis nuzzles against him, giving his lips a soft, chaste kiss. He could do this all his life, just to watch Ignis come undone, to put him together again himself; after all, Ignis belongs only to him. Theirs is the intimacy and joy others spend their whole lives searching for, and Noctis finds everything in him that he cannot find in others. Not in Octavia, not in Ignis' substitute, who is a shadow of everything Ignis is, everything that he awakens in him. Now, he feels like he truly belongs. ]
Mmm. I missed having your taste in my mouth. [ He muses, before reaching around to turn the shower off. Sweetly wicked, his hands come down to squeeze his ass, kneading at the tight, firm muscle. ] C'mon, let's go to bed.