[ This is a metaphor that's gone unfortunately awry and he doesn't have the ability to point out his amusement when his mouth is full, unfortunately. Then again, there's nothing else he'd rather be doing right now. Like a man in a drought, now that he's finally gotten water, all he wants to do is bathe in it, drink as much of it as he can, bask in it. He'd denied himself for over a year and now, he doesn't have to any longer; he doesn't need to keep holding back, he can savor this and in the morning he'll wake up and know that they can do this all over again.
He doesn't need his hands for this, not when he's all too eager to return the favor of swallowing him down, so his hands go to Noctis' thighs, sliding up until they reach his hips where they fan out. He doesn't try to hold him down; he doesn't want him to hold back so he doesn't try to make him. Instead, it's just another point of contact to know just how much Noctis wants him, straining up with each push that eases his cock further into Ignis' mouth.
How could he have ever given this up? He hadn't forgotten how addictive this was, the way that his body wants. Ignis relaxes his jaw with a little groan, half-muffled and lets himself savor it, working his head in slow, deliberate little bobs, taking a little bit further every time until he's sunk down as far as he can, nose pressed against his belly, swallowing around him with a noise that's hungry. His right hand reaches out, groping for Noctis', curling their fingers together as if he can tell him everything I have is yours, too with just that. ]
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He doesn't need his hands for this, not when he's all too eager to return the favor of swallowing him down, so his hands go to Noctis' thighs, sliding up until they reach his hips where they fan out. He doesn't try to hold him down; he doesn't want him to hold back so he doesn't try to make him. Instead, it's just another point of contact to know just how much Noctis wants him, straining up with each push that eases his cock further into Ignis' mouth.
How could he have ever given this up? He hadn't forgotten how addictive this was, the way that his body wants. Ignis relaxes his jaw with a little groan, half-muffled and lets himself savor it, working his head in slow, deliberate little bobs, taking a little bit further every time until he's sunk down as far as he can, nose pressed against his belly, swallowing around him with a noise that's hungry. His right hand reaches out, groping for Noctis', curling their fingers together as if he can tell him everything I have is yours, too with just that. ]