[ Ignis cannot get close enough, cannot be with him enough even when his lips press against his trembling stomach and his hand comes to envelop him again, jerking off the last pulses of his orgasm. Noctis, already so sensitive and overstimulated, makes a soft helpless noise, overwhelmed. A part of him thinks to squirm from the intensity of it, but this is Ignis -- the man he loves more than anything in the world, and he withholds nothing, not even this. He's coming, two, three pulses spurting from his ministrations, spilling over Ignis' fingers, spattering over his lips, his cheek.
Ignis wrings every drop out of him and Noctis' hands come to card through his hair, smoothing over his shoulders, desperate to touch and to commit him to memory all over again. Ignis is the only one he allows like this, and he swears he's the only one who gets to see the other man this wrecked, helpless and out of control. He's the only one who gets to mark him now; whatever dalliance he's had with others are wiped clean -- Gladio, Aranea, none of them matter moving forward.
All his, he thinks fiercely before he pulls him up onto his lap, pushing the towel around his waist off of him and tugging him into a fierce kiss. Six, but Ignis with his come on his face threatens to make him hard all over again, and he groans. ]
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Ignis wrings every drop out of him and Noctis' hands come to card through his hair, smoothing over his shoulders, desperate to touch and to commit him to memory all over again. Ignis is the only one he allows like this, and he swears he's the only one who gets to see the other man this wrecked, helpless and out of control. He's the only one who gets to mark him now; whatever dalliance he's had with others are wiped clean -- Gladio, Aranea, none of them matter moving forward.
All his, he thinks fiercely before he pulls him up onto his lap, pushing the towel around his waist off of him and tugging him into a fierce kiss. Six, but Ignis with his come on his face threatens to make him hard all over again, and he groans. ]
I think you're going to kill me.