[ There is an inevitable moment in every decision-making process that essentially boils down to this: how is this going to bite me in the ass later?
Noctis is having one of those moments. Ignis is all kinds of soft and sweet and fucked to blissful contentment, which is ripe, fertile ground for Noctis to enact all manner of depravities on him to an unprecedented degree of compliance, and to magnificent results.
But this is Ignis they're talking about, and there is most assuredly a very creative form of payback waiting in the wings, and he's not in a hurry to forget the Vibrator Incident or that time he edged him for so long Noctis was nearly sobbing for release. Also that one time when he actually did, his ass red and swollen with several sharp smacks and a cock ring forcing him to endure all of that incredible pleasure. The orgasms had been all worth it. But still. Ignis is a kinky fuck in bed and he never forgets; the man has vast, untapped reservoirs of creativity when unleashed on Noctis, which prompts his very serious consideration: how is he going to pay for this later?
Noctis eyes him beadily, catching his breath and nuzzling into his hand, before he groans and reaches for the nightstand with a groan, making full use of just how limber he can be without actually lurching off his lover.
It takes nearly a minute for him to snag Ignis' toy, and he's considerate enough to smear more lube on it before he smoothly slides it inside of him, trapping his come within before too much can leak out -- time is of the essence (heh) here, you know. ]
There. [ He gives it a little slap. ] Now you can do your job around the Citadel and outside of it with me inside you. I hear traffic is choppy today.
[ Because guess what a constant start-stop effect will have on a man wearing a buttplug? ]
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[ There is an inevitable moment in every decision-making process that essentially boils down to this: how is this going to bite me in the ass later?
Noctis is having one of those moments. Ignis is all kinds of soft and sweet and fucked to blissful contentment, which is ripe, fertile ground for Noctis to enact all manner of depravities on him to an unprecedented degree of compliance, and to magnificent results.
But this is Ignis they're talking about, and there is most assuredly a very creative form of payback waiting in the wings, and he's not in a hurry to forget the Vibrator Incident or that time he edged him for so long Noctis was nearly sobbing for release. Also that one time when he actually did, his ass red and swollen with several sharp smacks and a cock ring forcing him to endure all of that incredible pleasure. The orgasms had been all worth it. But still. Ignis is a kinky fuck in bed and he never forgets; the man has vast, untapped reservoirs of creativity when unleashed on Noctis, which prompts his very serious consideration: how is he going to pay for this later?
Noctis eyes him beadily, catching his breath and nuzzling into his hand, before he groans and reaches for the nightstand with a groan, making full use of just how limber he can be without actually lurching off his lover.
It takes nearly a minute for him to snag Ignis' toy, and he's considerate enough to smear more lube on it before he smoothly slides it inside of him, trapping his come within before too much can leak out -- time is of the essence (heh) here, you know. ]
There. [ He gives it a little slap. ] Now you can do your job around the Citadel and outside of it with me inside you. I hear traffic is choppy today.
[ Because guess what a constant start-stop effect will have on a man wearing a buttplug? ]