[ Oh, shit. Listen to him. That ragged scratchy voice, just a touch pitchy and off just what he used to sound like. Did Noctis do this to him? Did he -- ]
Iggy, I just fucked the purr out of you.
[ Noctis is wide-eyed as he gently licks the drops of come off his cheeks, tasting himself before yielding to be kissed, laughing softly because oh, that definitely does one hell of a lot of things to him. When he speaks tomorrow, Noctis will know -- the others won't. They won't get that Noctis fucked him so thoroughly tonight, they won't know that the collected, dignified, handsome young chamberlain and adviser had just let his king come on his face.
And oh, the things it's doing to him now. He grips him tighter and tugs the towel free from between them, tossing it over the side before Noctis strokes a hand down his back and up, fondly petting him and taking his time, admiring the strong, solid frame of him and reveling in post-sex bliss despite Ignis seeing the need to dispense this sort of information. Did anyone ever die from oral sex? Now he's gotta find out.
But more importantly, getting warm. He's shifting up, stealing kisses from Ignis all the while as he marvels at him, tugging the comforter and nudging him to get under it. He's chuckling softly, following after him -- which takes some creative shuffling but they manage. ] Listen to you. You sound even sexier.
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Iggy, I just fucked the purr out of you.
[ Noctis is wide-eyed as he gently licks the drops of come off his cheeks, tasting himself before yielding to be kissed, laughing softly because oh, that definitely does one hell of a lot of things to him. When he speaks tomorrow, Noctis will know -- the others won't. They won't get that Noctis fucked him so thoroughly tonight, they won't know that the collected, dignified, handsome young chamberlain and adviser had just let his king come on his face.
And oh, the things it's doing to him now. He grips him tighter and tugs the towel free from between them, tossing it over the side before Noctis strokes a hand down his back and up, fondly petting him and taking his time, admiring the strong, solid frame of him and reveling in post-sex bliss despite Ignis seeing the need to dispense this sort of information. Did anyone ever die from oral sex? Now he's gotta find out.
But more importantly, getting warm. He's shifting up, stealing kisses from Ignis all the while as he marvels at him, tugging the comforter and nudging him to get under it. He's chuckling softly, following after him -- which takes some creative shuffling but they manage. ] Listen to you. You sound even sexier.