[ And he means every word of it, when his lover's image blessedly spans itself over his phone, the video call connected. It gives him the privilege of watching the delightfully elegant way he licks his bottom lip, the flash of pink tongue a tantalizing thrill that goes right to his already straining cock. And oh, oh, what he wouldn't give to chase that drop of wine with his tongue, to pursue it between parted lips, to sample the tangy aftertaste, the wine ripe on his tongue.
He doesn't care for wine, really, but mingled with Ignis' taste, well, Noctis can never have enough. He looks back at him, eyes dark and full of purpose and promise -- this is what they have together now, and it has to be enough, at least until Ignis comes home and seals the distance between them. He takes a deep breath and calms his racing nerves, his wild impulses. He's shifting the phone, spanning it down his face, his chest, stomach and flat abdomen down to his cock, thick and long and jutting up, leaking pearls of pre-come and slicking up the ridged underside of his shaft.
It takes some skillful maneuvering, Ignis' pillow tucked between his legs, the phone propped up on it so that Ignis has an excellent view of his full, flushed-dark cock, his heavy balls and the barest glimpse of a pink puckered bud inches below, and beyond his genitals, his face. Longing is written over every fine feature, the mildest downturn of the side of his mouth -- there is where he is most missed, broadcasting an ache only Ignis could resolve and quell. ]
I'm one stiff breeze away from coming all over this bed. [ Noctis grumbles, as if it's par for the course that he's so shamelessly positioned, spread open and ready to be taken -- if only his beloved isn't thousands of miles away. ] I'm thinking of you, Iggy. I'm thinking of how much you enjoyed taking charge -- and how I love that about you.
[ He takes his time, forces himself not to rush, because he wants this to last. ] Do you see this? [ He rubs his thumb up and down the thick vein of his cock, teasing him. ] I got so hard just sucking you off, just like this. And if I didn't come when you did -- oh, remember how I fucked you?
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[ And he means every word of it, when his lover's image blessedly spans itself over his phone, the video call connected. It gives him the privilege of watching the delightfully elegant way he licks his bottom lip, the flash of pink tongue a tantalizing thrill that goes right to his already straining cock. And oh, oh, what he wouldn't give to chase that drop of wine with his tongue, to pursue it between parted lips, to sample the tangy aftertaste, the wine ripe on his tongue.
He doesn't care for wine, really, but mingled with Ignis' taste, well, Noctis can never have enough. He looks back at him, eyes dark and full of purpose and promise -- this is what they have together now, and it has to be enough, at least until Ignis comes home and seals the distance between them. He takes a deep breath and calms his racing nerves, his wild impulses. He's shifting the phone, spanning it down his face, his chest, stomach and flat abdomen down to his cock, thick and long and jutting up, leaking pearls of pre-come and slicking up the ridged underside of his shaft.
It takes some skillful maneuvering, Ignis' pillow tucked between his legs, the phone propped up on it so that Ignis has an excellent view of his full, flushed-dark cock, his heavy balls and the barest glimpse of a pink puckered bud inches below, and beyond his genitals, his face. Longing is written over every fine feature, the mildest downturn of the side of his mouth -- there is where he is most missed, broadcasting an ache only Ignis could resolve and quell. ]
I'm one stiff breeze away from coming all over this bed. [ Noctis grumbles, as if it's par for the course that he's so shamelessly positioned, spread open and ready to be taken -- if only his beloved isn't thousands of miles away. ] I'm thinking of you, Iggy. I'm thinking of how much you enjoyed taking charge -- and how I love that about you.
[ He takes his time, forces himself not to rush, because he wants this to last. ] Do you see this? [ He rubs his thumb up and down the thick vein of his cock, teasing him. ] I got so hard just sucking you off, just like this. And if I didn't come when you did -- oh, remember how I fucked you?