I happen to be of the mind they're rather good places.
[ Between Noctis' thighs happens to be one of his absolute favorite places, actually. Ignis laughs openly at the slap to his ass and pats his hip in return before going back to showering -- actually showering rather than just fussing and groping his husband-to-be. The plug reminds him of its existence a moment later when he goes to reach for the shampoo; it slides just right in him and his whole body trembles with it, his breath catching. He can survive this; he's survived a good deal, but oh, he's easier to break with pleasure than with pain.
Considering, he squeezes shampoo into his hands and then puts them entirely appropriately in Noctis' hair, working suds through without getting any in his eyes. It'd be faster if he washed himself like he was doing originally, but he did promise that every minute he was late was another ten for Noctis. ]
Mmmn, that does sound like a particularly effective incentive.
[ He loves when Noctis cooks, loves the nights together when they're doing something so simple and domestic. Ignis strokes a sudsy hand through Noctis' bangs and kisses him, sweet and lingering, before urging him to step back into the spray. ]
What if I lose? Not that I will, of course, but it's only fair you think you have a chance at winning.
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[ Between Noctis' thighs happens to be one of his absolute favorite places, actually. Ignis laughs openly at the slap to his ass and pats his hip in return before going back to showering -- actually showering rather than just fussing and groping his husband-to-be. The plug reminds him of its existence a moment later when he goes to reach for the shampoo; it slides just right in him and his whole body trembles with it, his breath catching. He can survive this; he's survived a good deal, but oh, he's easier to break with pleasure than with pain.
Considering, he squeezes shampoo into his hands and then puts them entirely appropriately in Noctis' hair, working suds through without getting any in his eyes. It'd be faster if he washed himself like he was doing originally, but he did promise that every minute he was late was another ten for Noctis. ]
Mmmn, that does sound like a particularly effective incentive.
[ He loves when Noctis cooks, loves the nights together when they're doing something so simple and domestic. Ignis strokes a sudsy hand through Noctis' bangs and kisses him, sweet and lingering, before urging him to step back into the spray. ]
What if I lose? Not that I will, of course, but it's only fair you think you have a chance at winning.