[ Noctis slows when Ignis tenses, attuned to the way his body closes up -- and he's not entirely sure about whether he wants to stop him or get him to keep going. But then Ignis doesn't ask him to stop, and he keeps going until Ignis grips his forearm and he looks back at him, confused for a few moments before he grinds back against his hand, encouraged by the way he pretty much grabs his ass. And oh, he loves when he makes that sweet, mangled little keening noise and Noctis is thrilled, because yes, yes, they definitely are this competitive, their play as exciting as it is loving, and moments like these are what he thrives on.
Hell, Noctis is going to be very awake the entire day just because of this, and he lets go of his dick all the same, sliding up his hand to cup his face and kiss him -- nevermind that it's filthy with come and saliva; it's not like Ignis isn't going to wash it off anyway. He goes harder then, already feeling dangerously close to tipping over the edge, and his movements are more erratic, more unpredictable when the pleasure surges up and renders him irrational, fierce and desperately grasping for his own climax.
He's pinning him down without thinking, pounding into him rougher, faster, and it doesn't help that Ignis is filling his ear with sinfully sweet promises and filthy words, and he shivers right along with him, dangerously close to veering out of control because finally, finally. His orgasm is sudden, almost violent, and he buries his face into his shoulder, teeth sinking into his shoulder as he empties himself in him, pulsing deep inside of his body again and again, coating the slick inside of his tight, hot passage and marking him all over again.
Gods, Ignis is going to go out like this, wet and sticky inside even after he showers, and Noctis feels himself soften inside of him, trembling and slumping on his lover's chest -- Ignis isn't the only one seeing stars, reeling from the sheer intensity of sensation. ]
Nnnngh -- gods, ten minutes for every one? [ Why does he even love you? ]
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Hell, Noctis is going to be very awake the entire day just because of this, and he lets go of his dick all the same, sliding up his hand to cup his face and kiss him -- nevermind that it's filthy with come and saliva; it's not like Ignis isn't going to wash it off anyway. He goes harder then, already feeling dangerously close to tipping over the edge, and his movements are more erratic, more unpredictable when the pleasure surges up and renders him irrational, fierce and desperately grasping for his own climax.
He's pinning him down without thinking, pounding into him rougher, faster, and it doesn't help that Ignis is filling his ear with sinfully sweet promises and filthy words, and he shivers right along with him, dangerously close to veering out of control because finally, finally. His orgasm is sudden, almost violent, and he buries his face into his shoulder, teeth sinking into his shoulder as he empties himself in him, pulsing deep inside of his body again and again, coating the slick inside of his tight, hot passage and marking him all over again.
Gods, Ignis is going to go out like this, wet and sticky inside even after he showers, and Noctis feels himself soften inside of him, trembling and slumping on his lover's chest -- Ignis isn't the only one seeing stars, reeling from the sheer intensity of sensation. ]
Nnnngh -- gods, ten minutes for every one? [ Why does he even love you? ]