[ The last few weak pulses against his cheek, his lips get a pleased little smile despite the dazed look on Ignis' face as he tries desperately to catch his breath, torn between laughing helplessly and just sagging against him while he regains himself. A flick of his tongue swipes some of the mess off of his lips and he swallows again, savoring it. He's never particularly liked the taste of come, but he doesn't hate it, especially not when it's proof that he'd made Noctis orgasm.
Like an overgrown cat, Ignis leans into the touches, biting lightly at the sharp line of Noctis' hip just because he can before sucking in a steadying breath and clearing his throat. When he's tugged up, it's like his limbs don't quite want to work; his knees ache a little bit and it takes him fisting a hand in the comforter and groping at Noctis' shoulder to straddle his waist, arm winding tightly around his shoulders so he can kiss him back just as fiercely, chasing the taste of himself on Noctis' tongue, viscerally pleased at that groan. ]
The amount of people who die due to sex is minuscule, unless they're doing something remarkably inadvisable. I don't know I've ever heard of anyone die from oral sex, but I suppose that wouldn't exactly be widely talked about.
[ He'd like to say he gets that out smoothly, but no, between the kiss and the way his throat's aching perfectly, his voice is ragged, sandpaper rough and oh, oh, his stomach tightens at the fact that he'll be talking tomorrow morning and it may still be like that. Will people know? Will they be aware that he's sucked off the king that night, let him fuck his face and come on it, that that's the reason he sounds like this? ]
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Like an overgrown cat, Ignis leans into the touches, biting lightly at the sharp line of Noctis' hip just because he can before sucking in a steadying breath and clearing his throat. When he's tugged up, it's like his limbs don't quite want to work; his knees ache a little bit and it takes him fisting a hand in the comforter and groping at Noctis' shoulder to straddle his waist, arm winding tightly around his shoulders so he can kiss him back just as fiercely, chasing the taste of himself on Noctis' tongue, viscerally pleased at that groan. ]
The amount of people who die due to sex is minuscule, unless they're doing something remarkably inadvisable. I don't know I've ever heard of anyone die from oral sex, but I suppose that wouldn't exactly be widely talked about.
[ He'd like to say he gets that out smoothly, but no, between the kiss and the way his throat's aching perfectly, his voice is ragged, sandpaper rough and oh, oh, his stomach tightens at the fact that he'll be talking tomorrow morning and it may still be like that. Will people know? Will they be aware that he's sucked off the king that night, let him fuck his face and come on it, that that's the reason he sounds like this? ]
Six, Noct--