[ Bratty, surely; Noctis loves when Ignis empties his balls inside him, coming down his throat and it's all he can do to swallow every drop of him, shamelessly lewd and needy. He's smiling at him when he feels the smear of his come on his lips, his cheek, marked so shamelessly by Ignis that it's all he can do not to preen despite how hard he is. Ignis comes undone above him, trembling and panting and flushed similarly. Parting his swollen lips, hoarse but delightfully so, he continues. ]
What're you gonna do about it?
[ Because Noctis is still hard and aching and he's sure his lover isn't going to be able to get it back up anytime soon, which demands a little turnabout when Ignis is still too off-balance to torment him. ] Or maybe we should use the potion on you right now.
[ He reaches over to give Ignis' softened dick a little pat, licking and kissing him clean when he feels come drying on his skin. He's in no hurry to wipe it away, thrilling under the hunger of his fiance's eyes. He's going to marry him, he thinks with no small amount of joy, of a carnal kind of bliss that spans warm in his chest. He will be with him all his life, and this is the only thing that he needs, the only thing he wants. How does he put that into words so that his love understands? ]
I'm still hard, you know. [ He points out cheekily. It ain't going to milk itself, and the sentiment is obvious in the way he raises his brows at him, pushing Ignis' buttons just because he can. Also the way Ignis clenched around him earlier is stirring up plenty, plenty of terrible ideas. ]
no subject
[ Bratty, surely; Noctis loves when Ignis empties his balls inside him, coming down his throat and it's all he can do to swallow every drop of him, shamelessly lewd and needy. He's smiling at him when he feels the smear of his come on his lips, his cheek, marked so shamelessly by Ignis that it's all he can do not to preen despite how hard he is. Ignis comes undone above him, trembling and panting and flushed similarly. Parting his swollen lips, hoarse but delightfully so, he continues. ]
What're you gonna do about it?
[ Because Noctis is still hard and aching and he's sure his lover isn't going to be able to get it back up anytime soon, which demands a little turnabout when Ignis is still too off-balance to torment him. ] Or maybe we should use the potion on you right now.
[ He reaches over to give Ignis' softened dick a little pat, licking and kissing him clean when he feels come drying on his skin. He's in no hurry to wipe it away, thrilling under the hunger of his fiance's eyes. He's going to marry him, he thinks with no small amount of joy, of a carnal kind of bliss that spans warm in his chest. He will be with him all his life, and this is the only thing that he needs, the only thing he wants. How does he put that into words so that his love understands? ]
I'm still hard, you know. [ He points out cheekily. It ain't going to milk itself, and the sentiment is obvious in the way he raises his brows at him, pushing Ignis' buttons just because he can. Also the way Ignis clenched around him earlier is stirring up plenty, plenty of terrible ideas. ]