[ Noctis groans because Ignis is one hell of a goddamn tease, rubbing up against where so hard his teeth practically aches with it. His hands come down to his hips, gently pushing him down so that he's nicely aligned with him, nestled between the cheeks of his ass and inches away from sliding in. Ignis is still sticky and slick, and Noctis doesn't bother waiting -- hell if he's going to let his lover dangle this before him without making sure he knows his place, especially when the whole 'loyal servant' thing comes into play.
He's never liked the whole loyal servant-master thing, at least not outside of the bedroom, but Noctis is at least more aware of how things work and allows royal protocol -- it gives people a sense of structure in a chaotic world, and as it turns out, he especially likes it when they both do it as part of their playtime in private. Ignis, after all, knows better than anyone else that he is partner and companion, lover and soulmate. Hell, Ignis is the one bossing him around most of the time.
He's grasping himself before he slides inside of him without warning -- consider this payback, honey -- because he wants to see the look on his face when he seats himself fully inside of that tight, slick channel in a heartbeat, sighing at being buried within his body once again. ]
Nnngh. Move your ass, loyal subject. How dare you keep your king waiting. [ His fingers dig into his hip, and he's sure he'll leave bruises Ignis will appreciate later, squirming underneath his deft fingers. Gods, but he's so sensitive right now it's all he can do to stay underneath him. ]
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He's never liked the whole loyal servant-master thing, at least not outside of the bedroom, but Noctis is at least more aware of how things work and allows royal protocol -- it gives people a sense of structure in a chaotic world, and as it turns out, he especially likes it when they both do it as part of their playtime in private. Ignis, after all, knows better than anyone else that he is partner and companion, lover and soulmate. Hell, Ignis is the one bossing him around most of the time.
He's grasping himself before he slides inside of him without warning -- consider this payback, honey -- because he wants to see the look on his face when he seats himself fully inside of that tight, slick channel in a heartbeat, sighing at being buried within his body once again. ]
Nnngh. Move your ass, loyal subject. How dare you keep your king waiting. [ His fingers dig into his hip, and he's sure he'll leave bruises Ignis will appreciate later, squirming underneath his deft fingers. Gods, but he's so sensitive right now it's all he can do to stay underneath him. ]