[ Cooking isn't something he's done often before this relationship with Ignis, before they've developed this into something new, something that necessitates that he pulls his damn weight because that's how it works with people who are equals, he supposes. Noctis isn't too clear on specifics, but it feels good to do nice things for Ignis and watch him light up.
Ignis doesn't ask him for very much as it is, which is often difficult when he has to suss out what he likes, but he likes to think that he's done quite a satisfactory job so far. Kissing him back with a soft little pleased moan, he's tipping out shampoo to muss Ignis' hair with as well, reaching out to massage his scalp as he nudges him out of the spray, pausing only when he's getting rinsed.
It's tender, these moments, and Noctis appreciates them, treasures them -- yeah, even the trash talk. Combing Ignis' hair back, his sudsy hands come down to cup his face. ]
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Ignis doesn't ask him for very much as it is, which is often difficult when he has to suss out what he likes, but he likes to think that he's done quite a satisfactory job so far. Kissing him back with a soft little pleased moan, he's tipping out shampoo to muss Ignis' hair with as well, reaching out to massage his scalp as he nudges him out of the spray, pausing only when he's getting rinsed.
It's tender, these moments, and Noctis appreciates them, treasures them -- yeah, even the trash talk. Combing Ignis' hair back, his sudsy hands come down to cup his face. ]
You wear a cock ring the entire day.