Prefer is such a mild word.

[ Noctis affects a terrible approximation of Ignis' delightful, lovely purr of his accent -- make no mistake, Noctis loves it, but he's never going to pass up a chance to tease him about it even after ten years -- and he's hanging back just to get one hell of a wonderful view of his ass and the shining gem at the end of that plug. Ignis had ordered that one specially for him years ago when he had been away and Noctis had been spoiling for his company, his attention, and it does so many wonderful things to him to see him sport it so wonderfully, and how he's moving with more care than usual.

It must feel so good, he thinks in admiration and no small amount of smugness, and he steps close to give one asscheek a very meaningful squeeze. Yeah, he's definitely going to pay for that later, but in for a penny, in for a pound, right? He can't help a strong surge of affection for him, laying soft kisses on the wing of his shoulder before stepping into the shower stall and pulling him in, basking in the hot water. ]

You're wearing it until the end of the day tonight, and I want you hard and ready to go when you get back here again.