[ He's going to have to eat an entire bag of lozenges to make up for this and he can't quite find it in himself to regret it one single bit. Noctis' awe at it drags a tired laugh out of him all the same, groping between the kisses for a tissue by the bed to clean his face off. It's deposited into the trash and the towel is tossed on the ground, which he can abide for a short while, especially when he's being petted like this and orgasm leaves him a thousand times more likely to just want to lounge.

They're both still shower-damp, but now there's sweat to contend with too. Noctis doesn't seem to care and Ignis supposes that the sheets are clean and since they certainly cleaned up their messes, it isn't as if the cleaning crew will have to deal with any sort of unsightly fluids so he doesn't need to protest so much.

Still. The towel.

Ignis lets himself be dragged under the covers and casts it a semi-woeful look, but doesn't try to get up because underneath the cocoon of blankets Noctis is pressing the line of his naked body against him and Ignis is nothing if not greedy for him. ]

I sound as if I've tried my absolute best to choke myself on your cock, Majesty.

[ Ignis settles himself on his side, stroking his knuckles over Noctis' cheek gently. ]

...I never forgot how good it is with you, but the....ah, reminder of it is certainly welcome.