[ It feels like everything's been dragged out of him when it's over; Ignis sags against the wall like a puppet with its strings cut and stares down at Noctis with something a little like disbelief, drinking in the sight of him. He's real. He's absolutely real, lips stretched around his cock, too-blue eyes looking up at him through dark lashes. Ignis lets him slide back and strokes his thumb over the plush swell of his lower lip, smiling down at him in return. ]
You're awfully pleased with yourself, aren't you. I'd say cat that got the cream but that's a little too on the nose, mn?
[ The kisses to his hand get a little smile and they find themselves pressed together again, like if they separate for too long they'll forget how what it's like to be this close, to have this available again. Idly, his hands wander over Noctis' skin, stroking over his chest, his belly, dipping down over his cock teasingly when the hand trails over his ass in return. The shower putters to a stop and Ignis trails after him. They'll make a mess on clean sheets but he can put the damp towels down; better to lay in a damp spot from clean water than sweat and come and have to change beds. ]
Here, let me.
[ Ignis winds a towel around his own waist and then slings one around Noctis' shoulders, walking him backward into the bedroom with careful steps while he works the towel over him until he can nudge him to sit on the bed. Rather than going straight to it or pushing him back, he starts drying him off gently, squeezing excess water from his hair, working his way down over his shoulders, each arm individually, all the way down until he's kneeling and drying off his legs and then he makes his way back up with his mouth instead of the towel. Kisses get pressed to his calves, the dip of his knees, up over his thighs until he reaches the milky insides of them and bites gently, further and further until he can lick a long line up his cock, nuzzling him. ]
Come on, Noct. Let me have you.
[ Ignis' tongue flicks over the tip of him, lips parted in open invitation while he settles himself on his knees, watching him steadily. ]
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You're awfully pleased with yourself, aren't you. I'd say cat that got the cream but that's a little too on the nose, mn?
[ The kisses to his hand get a little smile and they find themselves pressed together again, like if they separate for too long they'll forget how what it's like to be this close, to have this available again. Idly, his hands wander over Noctis' skin, stroking over his chest, his belly, dipping down over his cock teasingly when the hand trails over his ass in return. The shower putters to a stop and Ignis trails after him. They'll make a mess on clean sheets but he can put the damp towels down; better to lay in a damp spot from clean water than sweat and come and have to change beds. ]
Here, let me.
[ Ignis winds a towel around his own waist and then slings one around Noctis' shoulders, walking him backward into the bedroom with careful steps while he works the towel over him until he can nudge him to sit on the bed. Rather than going straight to it or pushing him back, he starts drying him off gently, squeezing excess water from his hair, working his way down over his shoulders, each arm individually, all the way down until he's kneeling and drying off his legs and then he makes his way back up with his mouth instead of the towel. Kisses get pressed to his calves, the dip of his knees, up over his thighs until he reaches the milky insides of them and bites gently, further and further until he can lick a long line up his cock, nuzzling him. ]
Come on, Noct. Let me have you.
[ Ignis' tongue flicks over the tip of him, lips parted in open invitation while he settles himself on his knees, watching him steadily. ]