True enough. I'm flexible but not quite that much.
[ Ignis gingerly withdraws, edging in to the uncomfortable sort of over-sensitive with his own hand on his softening cock. Gently, he swipes the tip over Noctis' lower lip just because he can, because the mess of it is appealing all on its own. Better still is the way Noctis' voice goes sandpaper rough after this; he's well aware that they both enjoy wrecking each other to the point of hoarseness but hearing it now, he thinks that he ought to make more of an effort to get him to sound like this more often. The discomfort of an erection during meetings is well worth bearing if it's hidden by a table, after all. ]
You could, but then we would be late for meetings we can't afford to miss and I'm not quite sure the Marshall would buy any excuse I could dream up to explain it.
[ Cor would no doubt be happy they're getting along, for a given meaning of the word but Ignis prefers their affairs remain as private as they can be despite how public their positions are.
Gently, he withdraws, grimacing as he slides back and straddles Noctis' waist, letting the hard curve of his dick press against his ass without trying to guide it in just yet. Instead, he rolls his hips lazily, letting the friction do enough to tease and splays his hands on Noctis' chest, plucking at his nipples. Off-balance, yes, but not so much he can't torment a little. ]
Are you? [ Ignis asks it innocently enough, as if he can't feel the hot weight of him below. ] What would His Majesty have his loyal servant do to fix that?
no subject
[ Ignis gingerly withdraws, edging in to the uncomfortable sort of over-sensitive with his own hand on his softening cock. Gently, he swipes the tip over Noctis' lower lip just because he can, because the mess of it is appealing all on its own. Better still is the way Noctis' voice goes sandpaper rough after this; he's well aware that they both enjoy wrecking each other to the point of hoarseness but hearing it now, he thinks that he ought to make more of an effort to get him to sound like this more often. The discomfort of an erection during meetings is well worth bearing if it's hidden by a table, after all. ]
You could, but then we would be late for meetings we can't afford to miss and I'm not quite sure the Marshall would buy any excuse I could dream up to explain it.
[ Cor would no doubt be happy they're getting along, for a given meaning of the word but Ignis prefers their affairs remain as private as they can be despite how public their positions are.
Gently, he withdraws, grimacing as he slides back and straddles Noctis' waist, letting the hard curve of his dick press against his ass without trying to guide it in just yet. Instead, he rolls his hips lazily, letting the friction do enough to tease and splays his hands on Noctis' chest, plucking at his nipples. Off-balance, yes, but not so much he can't torment a little. ]
Are you? [ Ignis asks it innocently enough, as if he can't feel the hot weight of him below. ] What would His Majesty have his loyal servant do to fix that?