[ It definitely seems like forever, and Noctis' eyes are dark with yearning, unfettered and shameless. Ignis brings out the best and worst in him, inspires everything that's sinfully shameless, and Noct is just as greedily taking him in.
Look at him, this creature so lovely, so alluring that he has to bite his lip, struggling to show restraint. He's spent hours worshiping Ignis' body, ravishing every inch of him with his full, undivided attention. He remembers how Ignis' skin feels, smooth and warm, ridged with the occasional scars but Noctis had loved them all the more.
He loves him ferociously, recklessly, and there is no better reminder of that than now, when he's laid out before him, a magnificent work of art. Gaze tracing over the movement of his hand, itching to replace that with his mouth, Noctis is almost too distracted to register those sinfully sleek words, designed to pretty much go right to his dick and drive him mindless with pleasure.
Ignis has always had a talent for this, a gift for undoing another, and he utters a soft, low whine in the wake of all the lurid images and memories he inspires, igniting desire anew. His perfect view of his lover's dick, so thick and full and incredibly perfect that it inspires a passionate, playful boldness.
He's adjusting himself now, moving to get on his hands and knees, giving Ignis quite the view of his ass, firm and tight, balls still heavy, his cock hanging downwards, a smearing against the covers. It takes awhile, Noctis still weak from his injuries but he's nothing if not stubborn, arms trembling as he braces himself, exposed to full view.
Ignis likes fucking him, doesn't he? So here he is, Noctis presenting himself to him like he's his own private whore, fingers coming to spread himself for his view, that tight little ring of muscle just for him. ]
Is this what you want, sweetheart?
[ Endearments still don't come easily to him, but Noctis likes using it from time to time. ] Because I want so much to take your cock inside me all over again. I'm dying to milk every drop out of you when you fuck me so hard that I can't breathe.
[ He looks back at him over his shoulder, a wicked glint in his eye and a tug of a smirk on his mouth. Noctis might be recovering, but like hell he isn't going to tug a reaction out of his unflappable lover. ]
You want to use me when you come home, don't you? [ He strokes over his hole, gently easing it open just a little, a promise. He utters a shamelessly audible sound of pleasure, thumb pressing just inside of himself, light and tentative, more for Ignis' consumption than his own. ] All your come inside me, down my thighs. I'll take everything you give me, and I'll beg you for so much more.
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Look at him, this creature so lovely, so alluring that he has to bite his lip, struggling to show restraint. He's spent hours worshiping Ignis' body, ravishing every inch of him with his full, undivided attention. He remembers how Ignis' skin feels, smooth and warm, ridged with the occasional scars but Noctis had loved them all the more.
He loves him ferociously, recklessly, and there is no better reminder of that than now, when he's laid out before him, a magnificent work of art. Gaze tracing over the movement of his hand, itching to replace that with his mouth, Noctis is almost too distracted to register those sinfully sleek words, designed to pretty much go right to his dick and drive him mindless with pleasure.
Ignis has always had a talent for this, a gift for undoing another, and he utters a soft, low whine in the wake of all the lurid images and memories he inspires, igniting desire anew. His perfect view of his lover's dick, so thick and full and incredibly perfect that it inspires a passionate, playful boldness.
He's adjusting himself now, moving to get on his hands and knees, giving Ignis quite the view of his ass, firm and tight, balls still heavy, his cock hanging downwards, a smearing against the covers. It takes awhile, Noctis still weak from his injuries but he's nothing if not stubborn, arms trembling as he braces himself, exposed to full view.
Ignis likes fucking him, doesn't he? So here he is, Noctis presenting himself to him like he's his own private whore, fingers coming to spread himself for his view, that tight little ring of muscle just for him. ]
Is this what you want, sweetheart?
[ Endearments still don't come easily to him, but Noctis likes using it from time to time. ] Because I want so much to take your cock inside me all over again. I'm dying to milk every drop out of you when you fuck me so hard that I can't breathe.
[ He looks back at him over his shoulder, a wicked glint in his eye and a tug of a smirk on his mouth. Noctis might be recovering, but like hell he isn't going to tug a reaction out of his unflappable lover. ]
You want to use me when you come home, don't you? [ He strokes over his hole, gently easing it open just a little, a promise. He utters a shamelessly audible sound of pleasure, thumb pressing just inside of himself, light and tentative, more for Ignis' consumption than his own. ] All your come inside me, down my thighs. I'll take everything you give me, and I'll beg you for so much more.