[ Oh, he's quite aware. Ignis is downright smug about it, waiting for the response back and when it happens, he's endlessly pleased by it. His poor sock is a casualty of war, it seems, but that's fine, it'll be washed by the time he's returned.
Then a second text message and oh, he misses Noct so fiercely it's like a physical pain sometimes. Ignis pushes his hand down his briefs and starts stroking himself idly, light, fleeting touches as he reads over it and thinks about it, about the wethot heat of Noctis' mouth, about the way he looks on his knees, flushed and hair mussed, taking Ignis' cock into his mouth.
Video next, his phone buzzing with the addition and Ignis breathes out unsteadily at the sight of him, flushed and curved into his hand. Fair's fair, he supposes and flicks video on. It's not his face, but it's a nicely framed shot of his cock after he pushes his briefs down to his thighs, idly jerking himself off. ]
I miss the noises you make; video and calls don't do it justice. And yes, I was thinking about your mouth on my cock - a very specific image, actually, of you on your knees in front of me, the way your hair gets mussed when I push my hand through it and use that to guide you into taking whatever I want to give you.
[ There's a pause and hitched breath as he strokes over his balls, shuddering and then his tone changes: the same as it gets in battle, or when Noctis wants him to control where things go that night. ]
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Then a second text message and oh, he misses Noct so fiercely it's like a physical pain sometimes. Ignis pushes his hand down his briefs and starts stroking himself idly, light, fleeting touches as he reads over it and thinks about it, about the wethot heat of Noctis' mouth, about the way he looks on his knees, flushed and hair mussed, taking Ignis' cock into his mouth.
Video next, his phone buzzing with the addition and Ignis breathes out unsteadily at the sight of him, flushed and curved into his hand. Fair's fair, he supposes and flicks video on. It's not his face, but it's a nicely framed shot of his cock after he pushes his briefs down to his thighs, idly jerking himself off. ]
I miss the noises you make; video and calls don't do it justice. And yes, I was thinking about your mouth on my cock - a very specific image, actually, of you on your knees in front of me, the way your hair gets mussed when I push my hand through it and use that to guide you into taking whatever I want to give you.
[ There's a pause and hitched breath as he strokes over his balls, shuddering and then his tone changes: the same as it gets in battle, or when Noctis wants him to control where things go that night. ]
Call me.