[ There is everything about this exchange that reminds Noctis that it's not just about getting off -- how Ignis' voice softens, becomes gentle when he'd just been in the midst of telling Noctis just how he wants him. It warms his heart, even as he presses his cheek against the pillows, unable to take his eyes off Ignis when he rubs himself up, his cock slick and shiny with lotion.
Ignis is graceful even when he's doing something this unapologetically obscene, and the king finds that he's even more impossibly drawn to him, his smirk easing into a soft smile at those last words, how Ignis has never stopped worrying about him no matter the state of his arousal, and Prompto's right: Ignis is definitely the guy most likely to fuck you into the mattress and yet still find a way to mother you at the same time, a thing that makes Noctis chuckle just a little despite himself. A good, thorough fucking and fussing? Sounds about right.
But he would be lying if he doesn't say that he isn't the luckiest man in the world, to earn such a man's love and loyalty. Ignis' affection is its own reward, the suggestion couched so impeccably like a question that it curls in his chest and secures acquiescence from a king who, up until now, has never taken kindly to instruction. He relaxes, eased along by that smooth thoughtfulness and moves from his elbows and knees to settle onto his back, quietly relieved and aware that this is advice he should possibly take, especially when that maneuver's already taken quite a bit out of him.
Gladio would probably kill him if he finds out just what's transpired in here, the king expending himself in a passionate lover's tryst via video feed, but ultimately worth it. All worth it. He's sitting up now, picking up the phone and Ignis' pillow, curling protectively over it as it fits against his body, and he laughs softly, raising the phone up a little so it looks over at him, smiling face, dark hair fanned over the pillow and Noctis' eyes alight with desire and happiness. He'll get back to your regularly scheduled masturbating later, but let him enjoy this warm moment with Ignis. ]
I've even been thinking -- there should be a law against letting the King go without getting fucked by his royal Chamberlain for more than a week. [ Cheeky, and he's moving to touch himself again, easing into a comfortable rhythm Ignis sets. All right, this is better, less stressful on the still-healing body, and if all goes well he'll be up and about in a few days. ]
And I'm going to hold you to that, Iggy. You're going to be holed up in here with me the moment you return -- I suggest you hold off all meetings until the next afternoon, because waiting a whole month for you is going to make me pretty damn fond, and I'm very sure you won't be walking straight for awhile.
[ He brings the phone down, eases his legs open so his lover could get a good look at Noctis stroking himself. It's easy, it's intimate, and Noctis finds himself savoring every moment of this particular brand of playtime. He makes a soft, approving little noise. ] Have I ever told you how much I appreciate your charm?
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Ignis is graceful even when he's doing something this unapologetically obscene, and the king finds that he's even more impossibly drawn to him, his smirk easing into a soft smile at those last words, how Ignis has never stopped worrying about him no matter the state of his arousal, and Prompto's right: Ignis is definitely the guy most likely to fuck you into the mattress and yet still find a way to mother you at the same time, a thing that makes Noctis chuckle just a little despite himself. A good, thorough fucking and fussing? Sounds about right.
But he would be lying if he doesn't say that he isn't the luckiest man in the world, to earn such a man's love and loyalty. Ignis' affection is its own reward, the suggestion couched so impeccably like a question that it curls in his chest and secures acquiescence from a king who, up until now, has never taken kindly to instruction. He relaxes, eased along by that smooth thoughtfulness and moves from his elbows and knees to settle onto his back, quietly relieved and aware that this is advice he should possibly take, especially when that maneuver's already taken quite a bit out of him.
Gladio would probably kill him if he finds out just what's transpired in here, the king expending himself in a passionate lover's tryst via video feed, but ultimately worth it. All worth it. He's sitting up now, picking up the phone and Ignis' pillow, curling protectively over it as it fits against his body, and he laughs softly, raising the phone up a little so it looks over at him, smiling face, dark hair fanned over the pillow and Noctis' eyes alight with desire and happiness. He'll get back to your regularly scheduled masturbating later, but let him enjoy this warm moment with Ignis. ]
I've even been thinking -- there should be a law against letting the King go without getting fucked by his royal Chamberlain for more than a week. [ Cheeky, and he's moving to touch himself again, easing into a comfortable rhythm Ignis sets. All right, this is better, less stressful on the still-healing body, and if all goes well he'll be up and about in a few days. ]
And I'm going to hold you to that, Iggy. You're going to be holed up in here with me the moment you return -- I suggest you hold off all meetings until the next afternoon, because waiting a whole month for you is going to make me pretty damn fond, and I'm very sure you won't be walking straight for awhile.
[ He brings the phone down, eases his legs open so his lover could get a good look at Noctis stroking himself. It's easy, it's intimate, and Noctis finds himself savoring every moment of this particular brand of playtime. He makes a soft, approving little noise. ] Have I ever told you how much I appreciate your charm?