[ He does think rather highly of himself in that moment, teasing and still maintaining that edge of haughtiness despite having been wrecked a few moments ago. Of course, that goes straight out the damn window when he feels Noctis line himself up and he has the barest moment of wondering if Noctis is going to make him wait, before that question is answered. He's still slick with Noctis' spend from earlier in addition to the lube, which means the slide is easy, Noctis' cock bottoming out with a wet noise that leaves Ignis' back arching.
Every inch of him is oversensitive, from all the places where their skin touches to the rim of his hole, to inside. It's overwhelming, going from 0 to 100 so very quickly and for a moment he thinks he can feel Noctis inside him so deep that he can almost taste it. His lips part on the end of a gasp and his eyes squeeze shut, clearly savoring it just as much as he is trying to ride out the overwhelming rush, trying to conquer it like he does everything else that he can't immediately control in his life.
Noctis' fingers dig into his hip and he's talking, he's saying something, but all Ignis can focus on in that moment is how full he feels and how it steals every bit of thought from his mind, leaves him needy but not sure if it's for a break or for Noctis' cock to move. ]
Excuse me for savoring the moment. [ It comes out ragged and Ignis' head drops forward, his thighs spreading wider so that he's splayed across Noctis' nap quite neatly, letting himself grind lazily on the thick curve of him without ever losing much of the depth. It's good, it's so achingly good he can't tell if it's circling around into too much, the pleasure sharp enough to cut. ] Noct-
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Every inch of him is oversensitive, from all the places where their skin touches to the rim of his hole, to inside. It's overwhelming, going from 0 to 100 so very quickly and for a moment he thinks he can feel Noctis inside him so deep that he can almost taste it. His lips part on the end of a gasp and his eyes squeeze shut, clearly savoring it just as much as he is trying to ride out the overwhelming rush, trying to conquer it like he does everything else that he can't immediately control in his life.
Noctis' fingers dig into his hip and he's talking, he's saying something, but all Ignis can focus on in that moment is how full he feels and how it steals every bit of thought from his mind, leaves him needy but not sure if it's for a break or for Noctis' cock to move. ]
Excuse me for savoring the moment. [ It comes out ragged and Ignis' head drops forward, his thighs spreading wider so that he's splayed across Noctis' nap quite neatly, letting himself grind lazily on the thick curve of him without ever losing much of the depth. It's good, it's so achingly good he can't tell if it's circling around into too much, the pleasure sharp enough to cut. ] Noct-