[ The reaction is what makes Ignis' cock twitch, heat flooding him in an instant, stoking a fire that didn't need any help growing. He had always loved Noctis, at least as long as he could remember.
Even when they were younger, he'd always known Noctis as a good person, as someone who he would have no issue taking charge of everything. For someone like Ignis, who was ridiculously controlling about certain aspects of his life, Gladio had a term. You like Noct so much you'd let him organize your spice cabinet. At the time, it had been teasing, a sort of friendly mocking that hadn't existed for ten years, hadn't resurfaced until now. Ignis didn't remember what he responded with at the time but he was certain it was similarly on the nose and a blistering commentary on Gladiolus' life choices.
To know that the person he'd spent so much time loving returned it to the extent that they could have ridiculous phone sex not even a day away? That, on top of Noctis' filthy words was almost too much. Sweetheart. It works on him just as easily as darling seems to work on Noctis. Ignis' head tilts back and he smiles, torn between helpless fondness and genuine arousal. It's easier to laugh, now, since Noctis was back with them.
Reaching across the table for the tiny bottle of unscented hotel lotion, rather than spit into his hand, Ignis doesn't bother hiding his smile when he speaks. ]
I do want to use you when I'm home. Sometimes it hits me, you know. [ Ignis' tone goes softer, hating that this tiny screen is all he gets of Noctis, but still a little overwhelmed at the idea of having enough tomorrows that they can bear a few weeks apart. ] How lucky I am. How despite going so far for what will likely be a terribly boring event, I'm going to have you waiting for me when I get home, and I can show you just how much I missed you in person.
[ His tone has gone from filthy to soft, a slick hand curling over himself as he talks. Ignis makes a show of jerking himself off, slow and deliberate, slicker with the addition of the lotion and a little for Noctis' benefit. The neediness of Noctis making those noises and teasing himself open is perfect, he's perfect, but he's also going to overwork himself. Ignis could simply ask him settle, but he's going to be gone for a while and it does serve two purposes. The suggestion is phrased like a question, the word fucked murmured affectionate instead of mean edged with firm as it is when they play. This is new for both of them; Noctis needs to know it's a suggestion he can say no to. ] Absence makes the heart grow fonder, certainly, but Six help us if the King isn't fucked for a few weeks. What if I told you you had to wait? That the reason I'm on this trip is because you should be taking it easy on yourself, so you shouldn't overextend right now.
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Even when they were younger, he'd always known Noctis as a good person, as someone who he would have no issue taking charge of everything. For someone like Ignis, who was ridiculously controlling about certain aspects of his life, Gladio had a term. You like Noct so much you'd let him organize your spice cabinet. At the time, it had been teasing, a sort of friendly mocking that hadn't existed for ten years, hadn't resurfaced until now. Ignis didn't remember what he responded with at the time but he was certain it was similarly on the nose and a blistering commentary on Gladiolus' life choices.
To know that the person he'd spent so much time loving returned it to the extent that they could have ridiculous phone sex not even a day away? That, on top of Noctis' filthy words was almost too much. Sweetheart. It works on him just as easily as darling seems to work on Noctis. Ignis' head tilts back and he smiles, torn between helpless fondness and genuine arousal. It's easier to laugh, now, since Noctis was back with them.
Reaching across the table for the tiny bottle of unscented hotel lotion, rather than spit into his hand, Ignis doesn't bother hiding his smile when he speaks. ]
I do want to use you when I'm home. Sometimes it hits me, you know. [ Ignis' tone goes softer, hating that this tiny screen is all he gets of Noctis, but still a little overwhelmed at the idea of having enough tomorrows that they can bear a few weeks apart. ] How lucky I am. How despite going so far for what will likely be a terribly boring event, I'm going to have you waiting for me when I get home, and I can show you just how much I missed you in person.
[ His tone has gone from filthy to soft, a slick hand curling over himself as he talks. Ignis makes a show of jerking himself off, slow and deliberate, slicker with the addition of the lotion and a little for Noctis' benefit. The neediness of Noctis making those noises and teasing himself open is perfect, he's perfect, but he's also going to overwork himself. Ignis could simply ask him settle, but he's going to be gone for a while and it does serve two purposes. The suggestion is phrased like a question, the word fucked murmured affectionate instead of mean edged with firm as it is when they play. This is new for both of them; Noctis needs to know it's a suggestion he can say no to. ] Absence makes the heart grow fonder, certainly, but Six help us if the King isn't fucked for a few weeks. What if I told you you had to wait? That the reason I'm on this trip is because you should be taking it easy on yourself, so you shouldn't overextend right now.