[ True enough; he knows Noctis so well that he should have known what to expect, after all. That he withheld so long, that he resisted what he wanted for so long is honestly shocking to even him. He could have had this any time he asked, but he'd waited, and now he wants to make up for lost time as if that will somehow fix everything.
Noctis gives him exactly what he wants, never too much, never too hard. Ignis groans around the thick swell of him in his mouth, swallowing salty precome and spit and shivers when he's overwhelmed by it, nails digging halfmoons into Noctis' hips to match the ones that are dug into his own shoulders. He wants everything, wants to spend hours, days reacquainting himself with what he's missed for so long, as if to make up for lost time. When Noctis' hips draw back Ignis sucks in a deep breath and bobs back down again, accepting everything he's given with another noise half-muffled by the length between his lips, exactly what he wanted. Better still is the way Noctis digs fingers into his hair, holds tight enough that it hurts just the right amount and his voice goes rough, strangled.
Yes, he thinks, unable to say anything when Noctis finally loses that tightly held control and fucks into his mouth hard enough it rips ragged little noises from him. Ignis rocks forward on his knees, slackens his jaw and accepts all of it, eyes watering as it dances along the edge of too much, trying to force back his gag reflex by relaxing, breathing through his nose. when he can, but it doesn't matter. Noctis could choke him right now and he'd take it because his trust and faith in him goes so deep; there'd be a reason for it, Ignis is certain of that like he's certain that the sun is going to rise tomorrow, because that, too, is due to Noctis. ]
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Noctis gives him exactly what he wants, never too much, never too hard. Ignis groans around the thick swell of him in his mouth, swallowing salty precome and spit and shivers when he's overwhelmed by it, nails digging halfmoons into Noctis' hips to match the ones that are dug into his own shoulders. He wants everything, wants to spend hours, days reacquainting himself with what he's missed for so long, as if to make up for lost time. When Noctis' hips draw back Ignis sucks in a deep breath and bobs back down again, accepting everything he's given with another noise half-muffled by the length between his lips, exactly what he wanted. Better still is the way Noctis digs fingers into his hair, holds tight enough that it hurts just the right amount and his voice goes rough, strangled.
Yes, he thinks, unable to say anything when Noctis finally loses that tightly held control and fucks into his mouth hard enough it rips ragged little noises from him. Ignis rocks forward on his knees, slackens his jaw and accepts all of it, eyes watering as it dances along the edge of too much, trying to force back his gag reflex by relaxing, breathing through his nose. when he can, but it doesn't matter. Noctis could choke him right now and he'd take it because his trust and faith in him goes so deep; there'd be a reason for it, Ignis is certain of that like he's certain that the sun is going to rise tomorrow, because that, too, is due to Noctis. ]