[ It's an amused hum, an acknowledgment of Noctis' response more than anything else. Delicately, he takes a ridiculously fluffy hotel pillow and settles it under his knees, phone resting back against it so it gives a full view of his cock pressing against his belly, his chest, his face. It's not perfect, but it's better than nothing. The important thing is everything is visible, which means that when he starts stroking himself, Noctis gets a perfect view of it.
Consequently, Ignis also gets a perfect view of Noctis, spread out on the bed, on the curve of his cock, his balls, and his mouth fucking waters, aching for it. A few weeks seems like nothing when played against ten years of darkness, but right now, seems like forever. ]
I'd apologize, but I'm afraid we both know I wouldn't mean a single word of it. Watching you needy and wanting against the sheets is something I don't imagine ever apologizing for.
[ Noctis' finger strokes up the underside of his cock and he wants to trace that line with his mouth, his tongue, wants to swallow Noctis down until he chokes and is overwhelmed with the smell and taste of him. Later, later. For now, he holds his wine glass in one hand and his cock in the other, fingers trailing down to smooth over his balls and then ease back up, palming over the slick head. ]
I remember. The noises you make - the way your voice sounds when you're lost in how good you feel. If I were there, I'd spend an hour just wringing those noises out of you all over again, opening you up with my tongue and fingers and then my cock. You always look good, but I admit I'm particularly fond of the sight of you fucked out and taking whatever I deign to give you.
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[ It's an amused hum, an acknowledgment of Noctis' response more than anything else. Delicately, he takes a ridiculously fluffy hotel pillow and settles it under his knees, phone resting back against it so it gives a full view of his cock pressing against his belly, his chest, his face. It's not perfect, but it's better than nothing. The important thing is everything is visible, which means that when he starts stroking himself, Noctis gets a perfect view of it.
Consequently, Ignis also gets a perfect view of Noctis, spread out on the bed, on the curve of his cock, his balls, and his mouth fucking waters, aching for it. A few weeks seems like nothing when played against ten years of darkness, but right now, seems like forever. ]
I'd apologize, but I'm afraid we both know I wouldn't mean a single word of it. Watching you needy and wanting against the sheets is something I don't imagine ever apologizing for.
[ Noctis' finger strokes up the underside of his cock and he wants to trace that line with his mouth, his tongue, wants to swallow Noctis down until he chokes and is overwhelmed with the smell and taste of him. Later, later. For now, he holds his wine glass in one hand and his cock in the other, fingers trailing down to smooth over his balls and then ease back up, palming over the slick head. ]
I remember. The noises you make - the way your voice sounds when you're lost in how good you feel. If I were there, I'd spend an hour just wringing those noises out of you all over again, opening you up with my tongue and fingers and then my cock. You always look good, but I admit I'm particularly fond of the sight of you fucked out and taking whatever I deign to give you.