[ He doesn't need any help to relax into it; this, being intimate with Noctis, is as easy as breathing sometimes. His body knows Noctis' like they were made for each other, two halves of the same whole with Gladiolus, Prompto and everyone else around them to balance it out. Noctis bottoms out and Ignis finally, finally catches his breath, not quite sure when he'd stopped breathing. A shuddery little sigh and he tilts his head into the hand curling through his hair, closing his eyes to savor it.

He absolutely doesn't miss being blind, but sometimes, he has to take moments like this and bask in them, eyes closed, drinking in just how lucky he is to have this, to have him despite everything that's happened. Despite all of the odds being stacked against them, they survived. Lucis' king lives and breathes and fights another day and Ignis is going to marry him.

Right now, though, the king of Lucis is going to fuck him, so he stretches underneath, hooking both legs around Noctis' waist to drag him in close and shivers when his cock is pressed between their bellies. ]

Shall I make a formal request through your Chamberlain? Perhaps complain to him that you're not seeing to all of your duties as, mnnh, thoroughly as you could be?

[ Ignis runs his tongue over his bottom lip, tone too careful and idle to be anything but teasing. His legs flex and he digs his heels into Noctis' lower back, but doesn't give him any room to thrust; instead, he clenches around him again and rolls his hips the little bit that he's able to, like the sensation of being full is just too much to give up. His right hand skims down, tweaking a nipple and Ignis looks up at him through his lashes, smirking. ]

I'd hate for the king to overexert himself.