[ Noctis is just about certain that Ignis' body will damn well try its best, too, because look at him now, writhing and latching tight around him so instinctively that it makes his breath catch with wonder, endlessly thrilled by how readily Ignis takes him inside him, how he inspires an entire breadth of responses and reactions no one else will ever get from him.
It's gratifying to watch his adviser close around him, and he revels in the sound that he squeezes from his lover's trembling lips before he ravages him, takes everything that he's willing to give and then some. He's gentle but firm, taking it slower than he normally does because he wants Ignis to feel all of it, stretched out and proper, and he's going to take him apart and put him together again, no matter what it takes.
Noctis growls against his mouth, low and demanding, and at this point even if they're late, they're going to have to wait on the king and his adviser's pleasure. After all, they are to be wed, and this is their own kind of celebration. Rolling his hips, he pulls out and slides in slow, again and again. His hand comes down to grasp his softened shaft, warmly stroking up and down. ]
Think you'll give me a third if I ask nicely?
[ He hums gently, pressing him up against the pillows and quickening his pace, just a little. But then Ignis is tightening around him, clenching down so tight he can't move, and Noctis utters a soft yelp, overwhelmed with sensation. Reaching down, he squeezes his ass firmly. ]
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It's gratifying to watch his adviser close around him, and he revels in the sound that he squeezes from his lover's trembling lips before he ravages him, takes everything that he's willing to give and then some. He's gentle but firm, taking it slower than he normally does because he wants Ignis to feel all of it, stretched out and proper, and he's going to take him apart and put him together again, no matter what it takes.
Noctis growls against his mouth, low and demanding, and at this point even if they're late, they're going to have to wait on the king and his adviser's pleasure. After all, they are to be wed, and this is their own kind of celebration. Rolling his hips, he pulls out and slides in slow, again and again. His hand comes down to grasp his softened shaft, warmly stroking up and down. ]
Think you'll give me a third if I ask nicely?
[ He hums gently, pressing him up against the pillows and quickening his pace, just a little. But then Ignis is tightening around him, clenching down so tight he can't move, and Noctis utters a soft yelp, overwhelmed with sensation. Reaching down, he squeezes his ass firmly. ]
Oh, I think your body has no objections.