[ It's really all Ignis' fault for starting the whole thing in the first place; Noctis is just all too happy to run with it, and look what they have. But while Ignis has no opportunity to register his amusement with his mouth full, Noctis can see it in his eyes before it's replaced by a profound sort of hunger that only Noctis can sate. It's intense, powerfully intoxicating and pleasing all the same -- he's the only one who has the key, who can soothe the beast, so to speak. Despite his passion he takes care not to hurt him, pushing himself into him by degrees and uttering an audible moan. Now that they don't have to sneak around in private, Noctis is markedly a little louder, more relaxed with his responses.
Ignis is singularly gifted at this, he thinks muzzily, trembling under his touch, thrilled under the warmth of his hands. He wants more, needs more of him until he's finally given it and he forgets to think. He forgets about everything else but how good this feels, how Ignis' lovely mouth completely wrecks him when he takes him deep. And that sound, the sound he makes that Noctis will remember always -- he's never heard this one before, not when they were together like this, and his hand slides up to curl in his wet hair, tugging gently on him. His free hand is caught by his lover's, and he squeezes gently, fingers curling with his as he feels his heart pound with open affection. He would do anything for him, he would give him everything that he needs -- and he can't help but thrust into his mouth again and again; all that they are belong to each other, and he rolls his hips before pulling out and sinking deep.
He loves this, aches for it when he sees the red of his lips wrapped around him, the extent of his devotion, and he tightens his grip in his hair. ]
Iggy. [ One word, strangled. He can't last long either, he can't keep going when it's Ignis that draws this out of him, when he inspires the most lurid, obscene desires. He needs him, he wants what he gives, and he's jerking his hips forward, surging into him in almost-violent, rough thrusts, pushing deep down the slick passage of his throat. He'll be gentle later, he promises. ]
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Ignis is singularly gifted at this, he thinks muzzily, trembling under his touch, thrilled under the warmth of his hands. He wants more, needs more of him until he's finally given it and he forgets to think. He forgets about everything else but how good this feels, how Ignis' lovely mouth completely wrecks him when he takes him deep. And that sound, the sound he makes that Noctis will remember always -- he's never heard this one before, not when they were together like this, and his hand slides up to curl in his wet hair, tugging gently on him. His free hand is caught by his lover's, and he squeezes gently, fingers curling with his as he feels his heart pound with open affection. He would do anything for him, he would give him everything that he needs -- and he can't help but thrust into his mouth again and again; all that they are belong to each other, and he rolls his hips before pulling out and sinking deep.
He loves this, aches for it when he sees the red of his lips wrapped around him, the extent of his devotion, and he tightens his grip in his hair. ]
Iggy. [ One word, strangled. He can't last long either, he can't keep going when it's Ignis that draws this out of him, when he inspires the most lurid, obscene desires. He needs him, he wants what he gives, and he's jerking his hips forward, surging into him in almost-violent, rough thrusts, pushing deep down the slick passage of his throat. He'll be gentle later, he promises. ]