[ There's a different sort of sex that's had when you love someone. Not that Ignis would consider himself particularly well practiced at sex with a variety of people, but in his limited pool, he feels confident in saying that it's something else entirely when you love someone wholly and completely.
His own orgasm is barely a consideration in the end. The teasing is familiar and Ignis pinches a nipple to make up for it, but besides the hand on his cock, blatantly appreciative, he's not focused on his own orgasm. If anything, he's far more focused on watching Noctis, letting himself take what he's given while his hands wander all that bare flesh, openly appreciative, admiring. Sex with someone you love is something he doesn't even have words for. It's the emotional connection that's most staggering; he looks up at Noctis, kissing him back just as eagerly, hungrily, letting the kiss muffle the sounds that he makes when each wethot slide of Noctis' cock sinks into him, the feeling overwhelming in the best possible ways.
Iloveyouiloveyouiloveyou. It's a mantra in the back of his mind as Noctis fucks soft little hitches of breath and approving groans out of him while his hands stay busy, digging into the meat of Noctis' ass both appreciatively and because it's lovely to feel those muscles flex with each thrust. It's different than the I've been gone for a few days and I missed you, let's have sex right now moments or the stolen handfuls of time in the nearest unoccupied room. It's not routine, but it's so comfortable that Ignis drops a hand down to touch himself and comes after a few strokes, shivering, breathing Noctis' name. It's good like this - Noctis' fucking him to and through orgasm, his thighs trembling with the force of it, throat working in a harsh swallow. ]
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His own orgasm is barely a consideration in the end. The teasing is familiar and Ignis pinches a nipple to make up for it, but besides the hand on his cock, blatantly appreciative, he's not focused on his own orgasm. If anything, he's far more focused on watching Noctis, letting himself take what he's given while his hands wander all that bare flesh, openly appreciative, admiring. Sex with someone you love is something he doesn't even have words for. It's the emotional connection that's most staggering; he looks up at Noctis, kissing him back just as eagerly, hungrily, letting the kiss muffle the sounds that he makes when each wethot slide of Noctis' cock sinks into him, the feeling overwhelming in the best possible ways.
Iloveyouiloveyouiloveyou. It's a mantra in the back of his mind as Noctis fucks soft little hitches of breath and approving groans out of him while his hands stay busy, digging into the meat of Noctis' ass both appreciatively and because it's lovely to feel those muscles flex with each thrust. It's different than the I've been gone for a few days and I missed you, let's have sex right now moments or the stolen handfuls of time in the nearest unoccupied room. It's not routine, but it's so comfortable that Ignis drops a hand down to touch himself and comes after a few strokes, shivering, breathing Noctis' name. It's good like this - Noctis' fucking him to and through orgasm, his thighs trembling with the force of it, throat working in a harsh swallow. ]
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