[ It's hard to sound arch when his breath hitches like that, but he gives it his best shot, watching Noctis lean into the frame, listening to the way his voice shifts when he gives orders. There's no question that he gets off on ordering the king around in the bedroom; there are no words for the thrill that goes through him when watching Noctis get on his knees for whatever Ignis wants to give him. When Noctis gets that tone, though, Ignis wants to melt.
He doesn't get bratty in the bedroom, doesn't test boundaries like Noctis is prone to. Instead, he sets his attention to executing the order set out in front of him with the same furious determination that he does everything with.
His hand tightens, he speeds up a touch and his thumb strokes over the wet tip of his cock, just a touch of pressure and a drag down and like clockwork, Ignis' breath slithers out of him as a sigh of Noctis' name, played up just a little bit to make sure he hears it. He is tamed, though. Noctis smooths out all his rough edges without even trying. ]
Another time I'll give you that view, when we have less of a pressing, mmh, schedule, and maybe I've obtained a toy to tide me over while I wait to come home to you.
[ There's no point in holding back on orgasm; he doesn't try to delay it any longer, speeding up a touch, his hand sliding audibly over his cock, fucking up into it greedily. When he does orgasm, it's after just a few moments of that, and with another quiet version of Noctis' name; he's in a hotel, the walls may be thinner than he'd like, it's best to be safe. Come spills over his hand, on the inside of one thigh, over his belly and the mess of it is vaguely irritating, but he makes a show of it, stroking his come-slick fingers over his cock, the line of his belly. His hand gropes a moment for a tissue and once he's cleaned up his fingers, he takes the phone and rests it closer so he gets a better look at Noctis. ]
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[ It's hard to sound arch when his breath hitches like that, but he gives it his best shot, watching Noctis lean into the frame, listening to the way his voice shifts when he gives orders. There's no question that he gets off on ordering the king around in the bedroom; there are no words for the thrill that goes through him when watching Noctis get on his knees for whatever Ignis wants to give him. When Noctis gets that tone, though, Ignis wants to melt.
He doesn't get bratty in the bedroom, doesn't test boundaries like Noctis is prone to. Instead, he sets his attention to executing the order set out in front of him with the same furious determination that he does everything with.
His hand tightens, he speeds up a touch and his thumb strokes over the wet tip of his cock, just a touch of pressure and a drag down and like clockwork, Ignis' breath slithers out of him as a sigh of Noctis' name, played up just a little bit to make sure he hears it. He is tamed, though. Noctis smooths out all his rough edges without even trying. ]
Another time I'll give you that view, when we have less of a pressing, mmh, schedule, and maybe I've obtained a toy to tide me over while I wait to come home to you.
[ There's no point in holding back on orgasm; he doesn't try to delay it any longer, speeding up a touch, his hand sliding audibly over his cock, fucking up into it greedily. When he does orgasm, it's after just a few moments of that, and with another quiet version of Noctis' name; he's in a hotel, the walls may be thinner than he'd like, it's best to be safe. Come spills over his hand, on the inside of one thigh, over his belly and the mess of it is vaguely irritating, but he makes a show of it, stroking his come-slick fingers over his cock, the line of his belly. His hand gropes a moment for a tissue and once he's cleaned up his fingers, he takes the phone and rests it closer so he gets a better look at Noctis. ]
Fair's fair, Noct.