[ This feels different because it is different, it's everything he's ever wanted and more -- and perhaps their engagement lends their coupling a significant potency now that they're promised to each other, pledged to spend the rest of their lives together. Ignis is lovingly pliant and eager, rousing Noctis' fiercer instincts, possessive and dominant. Two fingers in and he's practically mewling for it, moans swallowed against Noctis' hungry mouth, and he smiles.
Ignis is magnificent like this, and he presses down into him generously, fucking him with his fingers in long thrusts to make sure he's accustomed to him. There is a pleasure in having him so tight and hot, slicking him up inside and knowing that Ignis is enjoying every moment of it. He growls softly at that confession, every word of that going right to his dick -- surely Ignis must know the effect he has on him, how Noctis would do anything for his sake, how he would give him the world if only he asked. He's buck-wild underneath Noctis and it's the most beautiful thing he's ever beheld, and even in this he doesn't stop teasing him, playful and wicked. ]
What do you want to feel, sweetheart? My fingers or my cock? [ He's not given over to dirty talk often, but years of them doing this together has cultivated a particular proclivity in Noctis, something buried that comes out only in moments like these, when his own self-control is nearing tatters, fraying rapidly in the face of Ignis' unfettered desire. ]
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Ignis is magnificent like this, and he presses down into him generously, fucking him with his fingers in long thrusts to make sure he's accustomed to him. There is a pleasure in having him so tight and hot, slicking him up inside and knowing that Ignis is enjoying every moment of it. He growls softly at that confession, every word of that going right to his dick -- surely Ignis must know the effect he has on him, how Noctis would do anything for his sake, how he would give him the world if only he asked. He's buck-wild underneath Noctis and it's the most beautiful thing he's ever beheld, and even in this he doesn't stop teasing him, playful and wicked. ]
What do you want to feel, sweetheart? My fingers or my cock? [ He's not given over to dirty talk often, but years of them doing this together has cultivated a particular proclivity in Noctis, something buried that comes out only in moments like these, when his own self-control is nearing tatters, fraying rapidly in the face of Ignis' unfettered desire. ]