[ He's fully prepared to take control of this - to push his fingers against Noctis' throat in promise and tease, to ride him until he's begging for it, but no. One moment, he's rolling his hips and the next Noctis executes a flip that his trainers would have been proud of if it weren't for the fact that it wasn't happening on the training mats but instead in his bed, with his adviser.
Ignis both loves it and finds it absurd it when Noctis does that sort of thing - loves it, because his stomach flips in pleasure whenever Noctis shows off all that grace and strength, and finds it ridiculous that Noctis is such a soft spot for him that he can't see it coming. Pressed into the plush bed and pillows, Ignis hitches his legs up tight around Noctis' waist and digs the balls of his feet into his back, thighs flexing as he rolls up into the push. It's too much, it's too much and the simple motion of it rips a ragged, trembling noise out of him that Noctis swallows up in a kiss that's just as distracting as his cock.
He's not certain if the gentle pace is better or worse than being fucked into the mattress. A few more thrusts, combined with Noctis' words and their fingers threaded together and he thinks, oh, much worse. Gentle means it's going to drag out and gentle means he's going to come apart at the seams with how long it threatens to last. ]
As, mnh, appealing as that idea may sound, I'm not entirely sure my body could take that.
[ But oh, he's certain it would try.
Shuddering, he clenches down around him despite how intense it is, how it makes his breathing hitch in his throat. He can be mean too. ]
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Ignis both loves it and finds it absurd it when Noctis does that sort of thing - loves it, because his stomach flips in pleasure whenever Noctis shows off all that grace and strength, and finds it ridiculous that Noctis is such a soft spot for him that he can't see it coming. Pressed into the plush bed and pillows, Ignis hitches his legs up tight around Noctis' waist and digs the balls of his feet into his back, thighs flexing as he rolls up into the push. It's too much, it's too much and the simple motion of it rips a ragged, trembling noise out of him that Noctis swallows up in a kiss that's just as distracting as his cock.
He's not certain if the gentle pace is better or worse than being fucked into the mattress. A few more thrusts, combined with Noctis' words and their fingers threaded together and he thinks, oh, much worse. Gentle means it's going to drag out and gentle means he's going to come apart at the seams with how long it threatens to last. ]
As, mnh, appealing as that idea may sound, I'm not entirely sure my body could take that.
[ But oh, he's certain it would try.
Shuddering, he clenches down around him despite how intense it is, how it makes his breathing hitch in his throat. He can be mean too. ]