[ Ignis' hips jerk at the term of endearment, half-torn between amused frustration that he's so easy to work up and pure affection that Noctis is sweet like this, even when he's taking Ignis apart piece by piece. The angle leaves a little bit to be desired but it doesn't matter, not when Noctis' mouth is wrapped hot and wet around his cock and then his hands are cupping Ignis' ass, pushing him the extra bit that he's been holding back.
Better still is the press of fingers into him; Ignis replaces his hands onto the headboard and holds as tightly as he dares, panting softly as he tries to figure out the best way to fuck into Noctis' throat without choking him past what he can take, and riding those fingers until he comes. Normally, normally it takes more to work him up to a second; his cock's aching and his toes are curled so tight his feet threaten to cramp but all of it means that it's leading to another orgasm faster than he anticipated after Noctis fucking him into the sheets past his first one. ]
Noct-- Noct, if you want me to wait, I, ah--
[ It's about as much warning as he can give right now, the words not wanting to be strung together in any sort of coherent fashion. ]
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Better still is the press of fingers into him; Ignis replaces his hands onto the headboard and holds as tightly as he dares, panting softly as he tries to figure out the best way to fuck into Noctis' throat without choking him past what he can take, and riding those fingers until he comes. Normally, normally it takes more to work him up to a second; his cock's aching and his toes are curled so tight his feet threaten to cramp but all of it means that it's leading to another orgasm faster than he anticipated after Noctis fucking him into the sheets past his first one. ]
Noct-- Noct, if you want me to wait, I, ah--
[ It's about as much warning as he can give right now, the words not wanting to be strung together in any sort of coherent fashion. ]