[ Of course Noctis would know him well enough to know when he's damn near fucked the coherency out of him. Ignis' eyes are closed as he savors the quiet moments afterward, but that teasing is enough to get him to open one eye and tug playfully at messy hair, his hand smoothing through it a moment later. He's not able to be too mean; he's too comfortable and Noctis' teasing would require too much effort for retaliation right now.

Noctis' hips shift and the bed shifts with him, cock sliding out. There's no stifling the little noise that Ignis makes in the wake of it, and there's definitely no stifling the subsequent noise that slips out of him when Noctis' fingers slide down, pressing against the over-sensitive rim of him, clearly trying to keep the mess of come and lube in him. He can't quite squirm away but for a moment his whole body tenses and his heels dig into the bed, not quite sure if Noctis intends to start this up again. ]

I've just had all of my suit pants dry cleaned.

[ It's a weak protest, not even a protest at all really as he lies there, trying to will himself to move but there seems to be a large, human sized weight on him and despite how he's stick with come and lube and sweat, he's comfortable. A quick glance at the clock shows he still has time, but only just, so he winds an arm around Noctis' shoulders and shifts his hips up obediently, what little he can. ]

You'll have to fetch the plug if you intend on that; I'm afraid I'm incapable of helping when there's a lazy king on top of me.