[ Having phone sex in a hotel with the king and savior of the world is not quite where Ignis anticipated his dedication to the crown going, but it isn't as if he's particularly upset by it. Logically, he knows he should be careful; he keeps his voice quiet just in case as there's no need to give anyone any sort of blackmail material, but their phone lines are secured. Besides, it isn't as if they ever had a chance to get up to this sort of thing while traveling, or in the ten years of darkness where they relied on radio rather than cell phones.
Noctis lifts the phone and adjusts it so it's less a show of his naked body and more of his face, the sight of him spread out against the pillows, bangs mussed, smiling. It's overwhelming all on its own and Ignis presses his own face into the pillows, laughing quietly at his own ridiculousness combined with Noctis'. They're hopeless. ]
Is that so? [ Ignis drags teeth over his bottom lip, biting back a low groan when he tightens his grip and strokes up slower, imagining it's Noctis' hand, that he's there with him. ] I can't say that I'd forward that request to the Council for approval, all things considered. Cor would never let me live it down.
[ It's no secret that they're together, of course, but Ignis is nothing if not discreet. The details of their relationship are for them and them alone; when in public, he's every inch the assistant to the crown that people see him as. It's only in private, or with Gladiolus or Prompto that Ignis allows himself little moments of physical affection, a press of his hand to Noctis' waist, a kiss to his temple. Still, the idea of that being submitted as an official request is an entertaining one. ]
I'll make sure that my entire day is free for the king to monopolize as is his right. And you may have mentioned it, but don't let me stop you from mentioning it once more.
[ The smile on his face shifts, slides into something a little less soft and fond and his lips part on the end of a gasp as he strokes a finger over his hole, teasing, and then trails his fingers back up. With Noct's voice it's easier to imagine him doing this to Ignis, that he's not alone in a hotel room an obscene number of miles away. ]
When I get home, I think we'll need more than a day for me to properly reacquaint myself with my king.
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Noctis lifts the phone and adjusts it so it's less a show of his naked body and more of his face, the sight of him spread out against the pillows, bangs mussed, smiling. It's overwhelming all on its own and Ignis presses his own face into the pillows, laughing quietly at his own ridiculousness combined with Noctis'. They're hopeless. ]
Is that so? [ Ignis drags teeth over his bottom lip, biting back a low groan when he tightens his grip and strokes up slower, imagining it's Noctis' hand, that he's there with him. ] I can't say that I'd forward that request to the Council for approval, all things considered. Cor would never let me live it down.
[ It's no secret that they're together, of course, but Ignis is nothing if not discreet. The details of their relationship are for them and them alone; when in public, he's every inch the assistant to the crown that people see him as. It's only in private, or with Gladiolus or Prompto that Ignis allows himself little moments of physical affection, a press of his hand to Noctis' waist, a kiss to his temple. Still, the idea of that being submitted as an official request is an entertaining one. ]
I'll make sure that my entire day is free for the king to monopolize as is his right. And you may have mentioned it, but don't let me stop you from mentioning it once more.
[ The smile on his face shifts, slides into something a little less soft and fond and his lips part on the end of a gasp as he strokes a finger over his hole, teasing, and then trails his fingers back up. With Noct's voice it's easier to imagine him doing this to Ignis, that he's not alone in a hotel room an obscene number of miles away. ]
When I get home, I think we'll need more than a day for me to properly reacquaint myself with my king.