[ Except it's too late for a sock now. Sock means he has to get his ass to the other side of the royal chamber to get it and back again. Sock means tearing his eyes away from what Ignis presents and he's too hungry and greedy for him to care. They might be together, but they have too much to make up for, and Noctis is damn near insatiable.

He didn't cheat death just so can he can live out his days finding out just how long he can go without touching Ignis, thanks.

Something changes, and he can sense it immediately -- as if his video file's flipped a switch somewhere. Ignis' voice takes on a command that makes him shiver, his cock twitching with interest. That low sultry command, edged with undeniable dominance is one of Noctis' favorite voices, and suddenly what he sends him in return isn't enough.

He wants to see his face. He wants to touch him, to sink into his arms and press up to Ignis, to possess all of his attention, his favor, his praise, to do the same to him because it's how they always are together, each an equal of the other.

He calls him immediately, sets him on video and lets him see what he does to him, heart pounding with anticipation and powerful longing. Eyes lidded and a dark, dark blue, lips parted and cheeks flushed a dull red, Noctis makes no secret of his desire, his grip tightening around his cock. The king on his knees, worshiping his lover, mouth and tongue laving over every inch of him. ]

I want you down my throat, Iggy. Remember when I swallowed you whole, when you fucked me that way and I swallowed every drop. And I still couldn't get enough of you.

[ Come home, he wants to say, but he doesn't. He didn't think he would miss him quite this much. ]