[ It's visceral, instinctive, to want to thank Noctis for the attention he's being paid. It's also utterly ridiculous; it isn't as if Noctis hasn't been knuckles deep in him before, hasn't been cock deep in him before, but this feels...different. They weren't engaged. This is new, and strange in the utterly best of ways.
Ignis parts his thighs wider and sinks back into the ridiculously soft fluff of the pillows around him, torn between thinking that he doesn't need such niceties and that the king of Lucis is entirely welcome to them. Of course, a few moments later, it isn't as if it matters.
One finger sinks into him and it's good, Ignis can press kisses to his cheeks and the bridge of his nose and shiver with it. Two, slick and searching and he squirms underneath, breathless and approving, clenching hot around the fingers inside him. He's not slick and open like he would be had they done this last night, but it also doesn't matter. Nothing matters - he loves Noctis more than anything else in the world and he isn't inclined to wait. Not when two fingers in and a tongue between his lips is so perfect he could expire.
He isn't the type of romantic who thinks my body was made for you but he is the sort who parts his thighs and rolls his hips up into exploratory touches, moans swallowed between kisses. If his body was made for Noctis', it'd make sense as to why he's driven crazy by just a few moments of slick fingers and promise. Murmured into Noctis' mouth like a promise, a confession: ]
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Ignis parts his thighs wider and sinks back into the ridiculously soft fluff of the pillows around him, torn between thinking that he doesn't need such niceties and that the king of Lucis is entirely welcome to them. Of course, a few moments later, it isn't as if it matters.
One finger sinks into him and it's good, Ignis can press kisses to his cheeks and the bridge of his nose and shiver with it. Two, slick and searching and he squirms underneath, breathless and approving, clenching hot around the fingers inside him. He's not slick and open like he would be had they done this last night, but it also doesn't matter. Nothing matters - he loves Noctis more than anything else in the world and he isn't inclined to wait. Not when two fingers in and a tongue between his lips is so perfect he could expire.
He isn't the type of romantic who thinks my body was made for you but he is the sort who parts his thighs and rolls his hips up into exploratory touches, moans swallowed between kisses. If his body was made for Noctis', it'd make sense as to why he's driven crazy by just a few moments of slick fingers and promise. Murmured into Noctis' mouth like a promise, a confession: ]
I want to feel it.