[ He's laughing quietly at his phone, feeling mean but in the best of ways. While he waits for the texts, he hefts himself up onto the bed and then presses his hand against his cock, sighing quietly. His laptop is settled off to the side, open and ready for when he does actually start work.
When he gets the text, he stretches out, shrugging out of everything but his briefs and socks, which might not be that sexy but at least his feet aren't cold while he's sitting there. ]
Surely there's a sock if we're going to be juvenile about it, darling.
I do miss you terribly; it's just not the same doing this. The hoodie smells like you but it's no replacement for the real thing.
[ Ignis cups his cock fully and sends Noctis the next photo, precome dampening the front of his briefs. ]
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When he gets the text, he stretches out, shrugging out of everything but his briefs and socks, which might not be that sexy but at least his feet aren't cold while he's sitting there. ]
Surely there's a sock if we're going to be juvenile about it, darling.
I do miss you terribly; it's just not the same doing this. The hoodie smells like you but it's no replacement for the real thing.
[ Ignis cups his cock fully and sends Noctis the next photo, precome dampening the front of his briefs. ]