[ To think, this is what they survived everything for. He had fought and killed and pushed his way through the ten years of dark with determination, a little spite and hope that whatever they were willing to do to get to this point would be worth it. It was, a thousand times over, of course. The world was saved and the darkness vanquished. Noctis lived to see another day. He'd just sort of assumed that he'd serve at his side where and when possible and that would be that, but to have this -- to be spilled back on the bed with his lover, his king bent over him, sleep-rumpled and wonderful, means more than he can say.
We've earned this, he thinks, and tilts his head back, baring the pale column of his throat while he twists and groans underneath him. He's earned the right to let moans spill from his throat unchecked, earned the right to pretend that they're just two people about to get married rather than the men they are; he can let himself go a little, can't he? ]
Both. [ Ignis sighs the word into the next kiss, well aware he ought to move, ought to return the favor, so one hand slides down and cups Noctis' cock, sliding over it slickly as he tightens down onto Noctis' fingers with a wicked little smirk, thighs trembling. ] Anything my king wants to give me, anything Noctis Scientia wants to give me.
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We've earned this, he thinks, and tilts his head back, baring the pale column of his throat while he twists and groans underneath him. He's earned the right to let moans spill from his throat unchecked, earned the right to pretend that they're just two people about to get married rather than the men they are; he can let himself go a little, can't he? ]
Both. [ Ignis sighs the word into the next kiss, well aware he ought to move, ought to return the favor, so one hand slides down and cups Noctis' cock, sliding over it slickly as he tightens down onto Noctis' fingers with a wicked little smirk, thighs trembling. ] Anything my king wants to give me, anything Noctis Scientia wants to give me.