[ He had a feeling that waiting wasn't something Noctis was even remotely interested in. Ignis grips one hand onto the headboard - the messy one, and the other one fists in Noctis' hair just shy of meanly. He holds it firm, pulling just enough that there's a little tug, a little insistence on it and shamelessly takes whatever Noctis gives him, thighs trembling as he rides his fingers and his face in equal parts.
It doesn't matter where Noctis' fingers aim; he's close enough that he doesn't need the additional stimulation of fingers grazing his prostate, but it certainly doesn't hurt when he rises up and sinks back down onto them and they push perfectly against it. That, combined with the wet, obscene noises Noctis makes around the swell of Ignis' cock in his mouth is enough to push him over the edge. Considerate to a fault, perhaps, Ignis chokes out something that's supposed to be a warning and is terribly careful not to fuck too hard into Noctis' throat and actually hurt him, his whole body shuddering with how he holds back. It's a thrill all on its own, really, Ignis forcing himself to take what he's given and no more, knowing his body well enough to know that it responds to Noctis' attentions almost embarrassingly easy.
His second orgasm comes with a hitched breath and his hole clenching tight around Noctis' fingers, shuddering through each wave of it as his cock spills messily into his mouth. It's perfect -- he's perfect and Ignis' blunt nails rake over the headboard before it's over with, well aware he keeps shuddering around where Noctis' fingers are still buried in him, torn between the two sensations. When he's finally able to think, let alone move, he lets his cock slip out wetly and shamelessly drops his hand down to paint a smear of come over his king's cheek and lips, staring down at him hungrily. He might have just come and knows that he doesn't have another one in him, but oh, Noctis' face does things to him when it's flushed and his lips are parted, slick with spit and precome. ]
I, [ Ignis starts with all of the haughtiness that he absolutely can't summon up after this but still tries for, ] was trying to wait until I could have your cock in me for that but you were just too needy for it, weren't you.
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It doesn't matter where Noctis' fingers aim; he's close enough that he doesn't need the additional stimulation of fingers grazing his prostate, but it certainly doesn't hurt when he rises up and sinks back down onto them and they push perfectly against it. That, combined with the wet, obscene noises Noctis makes around the swell of Ignis' cock in his mouth is enough to push him over the edge. Considerate to a fault, perhaps, Ignis chokes out something that's supposed to be a warning and is terribly careful not to fuck too hard into Noctis' throat and actually hurt him, his whole body shuddering with how he holds back. It's a thrill all on its own, really, Ignis forcing himself to take what he's given and no more, knowing his body well enough to know that it responds to Noctis' attentions almost embarrassingly easy.
His second orgasm comes with a hitched breath and his hole clenching tight around Noctis' fingers, shuddering through each wave of it as his cock spills messily into his mouth. It's perfect -- he's perfect and Ignis' blunt nails rake over the headboard before it's over with, well aware he keeps shuddering around where Noctis' fingers are still buried in him, torn between the two sensations. When he's finally able to think, let alone move, he lets his cock slip out wetly and shamelessly drops his hand down to paint a smear of come over his king's cheek and lips, staring down at him hungrily. He might have just come and knows that he doesn't have another one in him, but oh, Noctis' face does things to him when it's flushed and his lips are parted, slick with spit and precome. ]
I, [ Ignis starts with all of the haughtiness that he absolutely can't summon up after this but still tries for, ] was trying to wait until I could have your cock in me for that but you were just too needy for it, weren't you.