[ Noctis teases him wickedly, because there's nothing he loves more than Ignis' vivid capitulation, how he applies himself so fully to Noctis' every command, faithful and devoted to the last. It's incredibly arousing, Ignis' smooth obedience, and how he looks like he's seconds away from melting when Noctis takes control, demanding nothing less than his absolute submission -- rewarding Ignis handsomely, lavishly for it.
But then his attention is completely arrested when Ignis comes, and there is everything sensuous about something so obscene, when he spills all over his fingers and Noctis aches to lap up every drop, to run his tongue over his thigh and stomach, to lick his fingers clean when he's done. ]
When you come home to me, [ He promises quietly, eyes darkened with desire. What a waste, that he's not there to clean him up, to make him tremble under his hungry lips. ] I'm not wasting one drop.
[ He looks back at him steadily, leaning back against the pillows with a soft sigh, lips parted as he starts to jerk himself off in earnest, long fluid thrusts. ] A toy, huh? Tell me what you like, sweetheart. Tell me what gets you off.
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[ Noctis teases him wickedly, because there's nothing he loves more than Ignis' vivid capitulation, how he applies himself so fully to Noctis' every command, faithful and devoted to the last. It's incredibly arousing, Ignis' smooth obedience, and how he looks like he's seconds away from melting when Noctis takes control, demanding nothing less than his absolute submission -- rewarding Ignis handsomely, lavishly for it.
But then his attention is completely arrested when Ignis comes, and there is everything sensuous about something so obscene, when he spills all over his fingers and Noctis aches to lap up every drop, to run his tongue over his thigh and stomach, to lick his fingers clean when he's done. ]
When you come home to me, [ He promises quietly, eyes darkened with desire. What a waste, that he's not there to clean him up, to make him tremble under his hungry lips. ] I'm not wasting one drop.
[ He looks back at him steadily, leaning back against the pillows with a soft sigh, lips parted as he starts to jerk himself off in earnest, long fluid thrusts. ] A toy, huh? Tell me what you like, sweetheart. Tell me what gets you off.