[ It hurts, it hurts, and he sees stars behind his squeezed shut eyes when Noctis mentions a third, just after curling a hand around his cock. It's flushed pink in Noctis' hand but soft, and just the touch of him grazing over his dick is enough to get Ignis' thighs tensing and his breath hitching at the instinctive urge to jerk away from it.
This, too, is part of the thrill of it; he's certain that he can't give Noctis a third before they absolutely have to get up for their meeting. What he's not certain of is if his self-control can last until Noctis' orgasm, or if it's going to ride the knife edge of pleasure to the point of him tapping out.
It's a fault, he supposes, that he's so competitive; Noctis is just as bad as he is and it results in a hand on his ass, squeezing. The combination of all of it rips a ragged noise out of Ignis as he twists against the sheets and shoves a hand down between them. It's clear he was almost about to push Noctis' hand away from his cock before he catches himself and grips Noctis' forearm instead like it's steadying while his other hand dips behind to squeeze at Noctis' ass. His other hand catches around the nape of Noctis' neck and Ignis rolls against him, shuddering out a gasp at the ache of friction and too-much-too-good feel of anything on his dick. ]
What if I told you - [ Ignis starts and then stalls, clearly having to steady himself after a full-body shiver. Noctis gives the best kind of torture, but he knows how to give just as good as he's getting. ] --- for every minute I'm late, you get to wait ten minutes to come next time we played? How much work, nnh, could the king do with a toy in him that whole time, I wonder.
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This, too, is part of the thrill of it; he's certain that he can't give Noctis a third before they absolutely have to get up for their meeting. What he's not certain of is if his self-control can last until Noctis' orgasm, or if it's going to ride the knife edge of pleasure to the point of him tapping out.
It's a fault, he supposes, that he's so competitive; Noctis is just as bad as he is and it results in a hand on his ass, squeezing. The combination of all of it rips a ragged noise out of Ignis as he twists against the sheets and shoves a hand down between them. It's clear he was almost about to push Noctis' hand away from his cock before he catches himself and grips Noctis' forearm instead like it's steadying while his other hand dips behind to squeeze at Noctis' ass. His other hand catches around the nape of Noctis' neck and Ignis rolls against him, shuddering out a gasp at the ache of friction and too-much-too-good feel of anything on his dick. ]
What if I told you - [ Ignis starts and then stalls, clearly having to steady himself after a full-body shiver. Noctis gives the best kind of torture, but he knows how to give just as good as he's getting. ] --- for every minute I'm late, you get to wait ten minutes to come next time we played? How much work, nnh, could the king do with a toy in him that whole time, I wonder.