[ Never had Noctis thought that listening to Ignis talk about his preference for sex toys would be this arousing, but here they are, with Noctis an avid listener, stroking himself just a little faster. Ignis' words are their own kind of magic, weaving a whole host of lurid images that Noctis finds himself sinking into, conjuring explicit images of Ignis using them on himself dangerously close to where they could have heard him.
The idea of Ignis pushing a sex toy up inside of him, bent over the counter and stealing private moments for himself -- the idea of him getting off to his toys, surreptitious and horny as hell, well, that's about the last straw because it takes five, six more strokes before he's arching back, losing the thread of their conversation and coming, climaxing all over his fingers.
He's spilling into his hand, his thighs, dripping onto the sheets beneath him as he murmurs his name. He's shuddering as he rides out his orgasm, come spilling with every pulse of his cock. He's thinking of Ignis jerking himself off in the shower, coming all over those tiles as water cascaded over his fine skin, those muscles.
Thankfully, Noctis had retained enough presence of mind to keep the video trained on his dick and his expressions, giving him a clear view of everything that's happening. So wrapped up he is in his imagination that he's oblivious to just what Ignis is so skillfully arranging for him as he slumps back into his pillows, flushed pink and exhausted, licking some of it off his fingers before he's reaching for tissues. ]
Add what to the list again? [ He asks dazedly, sure it's got something to do with either sex toys, orgasms, plenty of Ignis' kinky ideas, or a mix of all three. ] That was -- that was really good.
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The idea of Ignis pushing a sex toy up inside of him, bent over the counter and stealing private moments for himself -- the idea of him getting off to his toys, surreptitious and horny as hell, well, that's about the last straw because it takes five, six more strokes before he's arching back, losing the thread of their conversation and coming, climaxing all over his fingers.
He's spilling into his hand, his thighs, dripping onto the sheets beneath him as he murmurs his name. He's shuddering as he rides out his orgasm, come spilling with every pulse of his cock. He's thinking of Ignis jerking himself off in the shower, coming all over those tiles as water cascaded over his fine skin, those muscles.
Thankfully, Noctis had retained enough presence of mind to keep the video trained on his dick and his expressions, giving him a clear view of everything that's happening. So wrapped up he is in his imagination that he's oblivious to just what Ignis is so skillfully arranging for him as he slumps back into his pillows, flushed pink and exhausted, licking some of it off his fingers before he's reaching for tissues. ]
Add what to the list again? [ He asks dazedly, sure it's got something to do with either sex toys, orgasms, plenty of Ignis' kinky ideas, or a mix of all three. ] That was -- that was really good.