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LET'S PLAY {open post}

[ open. texts, messages, rp prompts and starters. gen & nsfw. ]

[ Oh. Oh, so Ignis likes getting spanked. His lovely ass is bearing his fingerprint marks, a vibrant pink-red that makes Noctis' cock twitch. Shit, he has to bring this up sometime too, because he's pretty sure he would be very on board with giving Ignis a good spanking if only he keeps making those sinfully pornographic noises.

He's rolling his hips as he sinks deep inside him, and the glorious slap of their bodies as they come together are practically music to his ears. Yes, he knows. He knows how insatiable Ignis really is when Noctis gets past the wall of propriety, how given over to his lust and desire and how Noctis loves fulfilling every one of his demands. There's also a special kind of joy to be had when he gets to surprise him too, a string of blissful moments that sum up all that Noctis so eagerly shares with him.

And then when Ignis turns to look at him, ultimately beautiful and ravished, flushed and undone, Noctis knows he's fucking done for. He did this to him, his composed, dignified lover -- he's reduced him to a panting, eager mess and Noctis loses it for precious seconds, when he grabs his face and kisses him deeply as he comes into him with a low groan. His orgasm comes unwarned, filling Ignis up, sticky and hot and wet when he rides out every delicious pulse, every sense overwhelming him. ]

I fucking love you. [ He says, breathless and wrecked, guiding Ignis to fuck into his hand. ] Come for me, sweetheart. Come on --

[ The steady push of Noctis' hips is enough to drag a soft breath from him every time he sinks in, the rhythm such that Ignis feels like he can't ever catch his breath, and half-afraid that if he does, he's just going to make noises instead of actual words. Noctis drags him into a kiss a moment later, filthy and messy, Ignis chasing it as best as he can with the awkward position only to shudder underneath him when Noctis finally comes, spilling inside him. Gods, but it's good -- everything with him is so insanely good. ]

Did you know, I used to think the act of intercourse without a condom was -- well, disgusting wasn't the word, but I didn't see the appeal in it. Sex is already terribly messy.

[ It's probably a little weird to be talking about this when he's fucking into Noctis' hand and rolling his hips back against him, clenching hot and tight around his cock like he wants to milk every bit of come out of him, but, there they are. Ignis bites back a soft little noise as he eases forward and then rocks back, Noctis' cock perfect, especially when he can feel that slickness and knows just how sensitive Noctis is right now. ]

Then we attempted it, and I realized how foolish that initial concern was.

[ Ignis' blunt nails scratch over the material of the headboard as he tries to fuck himself on Noctis' cock, tries to push into his hand but it's not enough, he's oversensitive and shivering and his cock is flushed and hard but orgasm is just out of reach. There's a tremble to his voice now. ]

All I could think is how sex was already satisfying, but knowing that you'd made a mess in me, that you owned yet another part of me was -- very appealing.

[ Meaning, he can't count the number of times he'd jerked off when he was away on business, fucking himself open on his fingers thinking about Noctis doing it, Noctis coming inside him. Gently, he pushes Noctis' hand away from his cock, grimacing a little bit as he braces himself up on his forearm and stretches a little. ]

It's only fair we work you up to a second if you insist on giving me one.

[ At this point, Noctis understands three things: 1. Ignis is remarkably talented at stringing words together into coherent sentences even when his dick's so hard in his hand and he's straining for climax. 2. Ignis is also exceptionally gifted with the most dignified kind of dirty talk that goes right to Noctis' currently overstimulated and oversensitive dick, throbbing with spend and making him ride that incredible knife edge of pleasure and pain. 3. Is he -- ]

I'm the -- aaah -- first one to come inside you?

[ Because fuck, fuck as if having Ignis fuck himself so desperately on his cock, completely undone and out of control is not enough of a turn on, Ignis just had to tell him that he's essentially the one person he likes doing this to him, filling him up and making a mess just like this? Because that all goes straight to his dick and he groans, pressing his face against his shoulder. Ignis makes it sound so damn good, and even when Noctis is soft inside of him he can feel himself twitch, but oh, that's going to take some time. He doesn't like thinking about all the other people Ignis has fucked, or has fucked him, but it does make him feel smug that he's apparently an exception.

Allowing him to push his hand away from his dick, Noctis' mouth is dry. Owning another part of Ignis, claiming it for himself; he loves that he gets off to this, too, his hand coming to smooth up the flat of his abdomen, his stomach, splaying over his chest. Hell, he can feel his come trickle down Ignis' lovely, firm thighs, and he makes a low, approving noise. ]

Iggy, I'm really fucking sensitive right now --

[ But it's not a no, definitely not, but he can barely think. ] What are you --

Edited 2018-01-04 15:23 (UTC)

And second, and third, and so on, as it turns out.

[ Ignis levels a faintly amused look at the other man over his shoulder as if he's not aching to come, but shoves the physical need aside for a moment to focus on the way Noctis is pressing his face into his shoulder and groaning like Ignis is doing the best and the worst things to him all at the same time. Smugly, he pulls himself away and shivers at the sensation of Noctis slipping free of him, leaving him open and wanting.

Patience. It takes some maneuvering, but he manages to nudge him back enough and presses a hand to the center of Noctis' chest, shifting to curl a leg around him and shoves, toppling him neatly until he's on top, straddling the other man, shoving him down into the bed with a little hum at the sight of him flushed and mussed on the covers, knowing that he's responsible for it. ]

There we are. Surely you can keep yourself occupied while we wait for your refractory period to be over, or I can fetch a potion.

[ Oh. Oh, that's an idea. He'd only considered it to make it easier on Noctis, but his face gets that same expression as when he considers new ingredients for a recipe and when he looks down at his king, he's smirking, tracing fingers along his chest, plucking idly at a nipple. ]

Maybe that's what I'll do to you someday soon. Tie you down to your bed and make you come so many times you lose count. Not exactly the approved use for potions but one must be creative.

[ Ignis is doing the best and worst things to him at this point, because he's never been so overwhelmed, struggling to exert control over what's happening. But the climax was so good and so intense that he barely has his own bearings back before he's flipped onto his back, staring up at the way Ignis looks at him, enthralling and predatory and all his. He doesn't hesitate, wrapping an arm around him to pull him back down. Ignis hasn't had his turn yet, and it's obvious he's still angling for it, and Noctis forces himself to pay little attention to his own pleasurable ache. Ignis comes first in this, and he wraps his hand firmly around his shaft in return.

Occupy himself while they wait, huh? He can do that. Noctis is lying if he says he doesn't enjoy these moments, when they're both steeped in mutual admiration for the other, lust and desire twined with genuine affection that still thrills him to his bones. He's urging Ignis up, up, knees on the pillow on either side of his chest. If he has to occupy himself, then he's going to do it right.

Before that, however, Noctis gives him a look that's half-aghast, half-intrigued. They haven't actually thought of that, and now that Ignis brings it up -- well. His skin tingles under Ignis' skilled plucking, and he cannot help but lean up for more even when he's encouraging him to shift up, until his mouth can press up against the darkened head of his cock, so hard it must be so difficult trying to hold back. ]

Only if I can use it on you in return. Not fun if I don't get to lick you clean time after time. [ He laughs breathlessly. ] Iggy, we'll be a fucking mess if we do that. Fucked to sexual exhaustion -- Six. We need to do that.

[ When he was younger, he'd always sort of regarded sex with the same kind of disdain and lackluster interest as with camping, or fishing. Gladiolus and Noctis loved the activities, but they were inherently messy and resulted in more trouble than they were worth in Ignis' mind, but he always bore it because they enjoyed it and Ignis' love for them always outweighed his annoyance for messes. Condoms, at least, meant that the mess of sex could be somewhat countered; there was some interest in that when he'd sought out companionship in his teens and early twenties.

Now, he doesn't know what he was thinking. Now, he settles his knees on either side of Noctis' chest carefully, shivering at the touch to his cock as he puts his hands to the headboard and holds firmly. ]

I can feel your come sliding out of me, you know.

[ A fucking mess indeed. Ignis murmurs it distractedly, one hand on the headboard, the other sliding back to push two fingers into himself where he's stretched and slick and open, head falling back, throat working on a harsh little moan as he pushes into Noctis' mouth and then his own fingers unsteadily. ]

It's an appealing thought. You coming in me so many times th-that, nnnhhhh, Noct--

[ Composure lasts through the first orgasm, generally, but all bets are off on the second one where Noctis keeps talking and Ignis' rather inventive imagination fills in all the blanks while his cock is stroked. ]

I was supposed to be working you up to a second orgasm, not letting you ruin me.

I can feel it too, sweetheart.

[ Noctis practically purrs. He likes the mess sex makes -- he likes it when he gets to dirty Ignis up and make him beg for it, when everything smells like sweat and come and everything else and Noctis revels in how he can undo his love so completely that he says things like that. He can feel sticky little drops on his chest and it thrills him that it's coming out of Ignis, and he's fucking himself on his fingers still, before pushing into his mouth.

It's a slightly awkward angle, but he doesn't care -- he's taking his cock in his mouth with unbridled enthusiasm, hands coming to grasp his ass and knead at him, pushing Ignis deeper, making him sink into his mouth again, again and again. This feels so good, so deliciously craven that he gently slaps his fingers away, replacing it with two of his own, fingerfucking him while Ignis fucks his mouth, that lovely dick sliding down his throat.

He wants to work him to a third, a fourth, and the thought of it sends a jolt right to his dick. Yeah, he's definitely turned on by that one. ]

Mmmph --

[ Ignis' hips jerk at the term of endearment, half-torn between amused frustration that he's so easy to work up and pure affection that Noctis is sweet like this, even when he's taking Ignis apart piece by piece. The angle leaves a little bit to be desired but it doesn't matter, not when Noctis' mouth is wrapped hot and wet around his cock and then his hands are cupping Ignis' ass, pushing him the extra bit that he's been holding back.

Better still is the press of fingers into him; Ignis replaces his hands onto the headboard and holds as tightly as he dares, panting softly as he tries to figure out the best way to fuck into Noctis' throat without choking him past what he can take, and riding those fingers until he comes. Normally, normally it takes more to work him up to a second; his cock's aching and his toes are curled so tight his feet threaten to cramp but all of it means that it's leading to another orgasm faster than he anticipated after Noctis fucking him into the sheets past his first one. ]

Noct-- Noct, if you want me to wait, I, ah--

[ It's about as much warning as he can give right now, the words not wanting to be strung together in any sort of coherent fashion. ]

Nph.

[ No. No waiting. Noctis' eyes darken with intent, glittering blue as he meets his, greedily claiming Ignis for himself, watching how he falls apart before him, scrambling for purchase. Noctis pushes forward, making that decision for him, his head bobbing as he takes Ignis' cock so deeply that he almost chokes on it, tearing up as his throat, his mouth makes obscene, wet noises. He loves it when they do this, when Ignis comes so close to begging, and he pushes his fingers back inside him a little harder than before.

His intent is clear: he's spoiling for him to come into his mouth, desperate for the sensation of his orgasm, the slickness of his taste. Come on, baby. Give it to him. ]

[ He had a feeling that waiting wasn't something Noctis was even remotely interested in. Ignis grips one hand onto the headboard - the messy one, and the other one fists in Noctis' hair just shy of meanly. He holds it firm, pulling just enough that there's a little tug, a little insistence on it and shamelessly takes whatever Noctis gives him, thighs trembling as he rides his fingers and his face in equal parts.

It doesn't matter where Noctis' fingers aim; he's close enough that he doesn't need the additional stimulation of fingers grazing his prostate, but it certainly doesn't hurt when he rises up and sinks back down onto them and they push perfectly against it. That, combined with the wet, obscene noises Noctis makes around the swell of Ignis' cock in his mouth is enough to push him over the edge. Considerate to a fault, perhaps, Ignis chokes out something that's supposed to be a warning and is terribly careful not to fuck too hard into Noctis' throat and actually hurt him, his whole body shuddering with how he holds back. It's a thrill all on its own, really, Ignis forcing himself to take what he's given and no more, knowing his body well enough to know that it responds to Noctis' attentions almost embarrassingly easy.

His second orgasm comes with a hitched breath and his hole clenching tight around Noctis' fingers, shuddering through each wave of it as his cock spills messily into his mouth. It's perfect -- he's perfect and Ignis' blunt nails rake over the headboard before it's over with, well aware he keeps shuddering around where Noctis' fingers are still buried in him, torn between the two sensations. When he's finally able to think, let alone move, he lets his cock slip out wetly and shamelessly drops his hand down to paint a smear of come over his king's cheek and lips, staring down at him hungrily. He might have just come and knows that he doesn't have another one in him, but oh, Noctis' face does things to him when it's flushed and his lips are parted, slick with spit and precome. ]

I, [ Ignis starts with all of the haughtiness that he absolutely can't summon up after this but still tries for, ] was trying to wait until I could have your cock in me for that but you were just too needy for it, weren't you.

You can't do this to me if I was inside you.

[ Bratty, surely; Noctis loves when Ignis empties his balls inside him, coming down his throat and it's all he can do to swallow every drop of him, shamelessly lewd and needy. He's smiling at him when he feels the smear of his come on his lips, his cheek, marked so shamelessly by Ignis that it's all he can do not to preen despite how hard he is. Ignis comes undone above him, trembling and panting and flushed similarly. Parting his swollen lips, hoarse but delightfully so, he continues. ]

What're you gonna do about it?

[ Because Noctis is still hard and aching and he's sure his lover isn't going to be able to get it back up anytime soon, which demands a little turnabout when Ignis is still too off-balance to torment him. ] Or maybe we should use the potion on you right now.

[ He reaches over to give Ignis' softened dick a little pat, licking and kissing him clean when he feels come drying on his skin. He's in no hurry to wipe it away, thrilling under the hunger of his fiance's eyes. He's going to marry him, he thinks with no small amount of joy, of a carnal kind of bliss that spans warm in his chest. He will be with him all his life, and this is the only thing that he needs, the only thing he wants. How does he put that into words so that his love understands? ]

I'm still hard, you know. [ He points out cheekily. It ain't going to milk itself, and the sentiment is obvious in the way he raises his brows at him, pushing Ignis' buttons just because he can. Also the way Ignis clenched around him earlier is stirring up plenty, plenty of terrible ideas. ]

True enough. I'm flexible but not quite that much.

[ Ignis gingerly withdraws, edging in to the uncomfortable sort of over-sensitive with his own hand on his softening cock. Gently, he swipes the tip over Noctis' lower lip just because he can, because the mess of it is appealing all on its own. Better still is the way Noctis' voice goes sandpaper rough after this; he's well aware that they both enjoy wrecking each other to the point of hoarseness but hearing it now, he thinks that he ought to make more of an effort to get him to sound like this more often. The discomfort of an erection during meetings is well worth bearing if it's hidden by a table, after all. ]

You could, but then we would be late for meetings we can't afford to miss and I'm not quite sure the Marshall would buy any excuse I could dream up to explain it.

[ Cor would no doubt be happy they're getting along, for a given meaning of the word but Ignis prefers their affairs remain as private as they can be despite how public their positions are.

Gently, he withdraws, grimacing as he slides back and straddles Noctis' waist, letting the hard curve of his dick press against his ass without trying to guide it in just yet. Instead, he rolls his hips lazily, letting the friction do enough to tease and splays his hands on Noctis' chest, plucking at his nipples. Off-balance, yes, but not so much he can't torment a little. ]

Are you? [ Ignis asks it innocently enough, as if he can't feel the hot weight of him below. ] What would His Majesty have his loyal servant do to fix that?

[ Noctis groans because Ignis is one hell of a goddamn tease, rubbing up against where so hard his teeth practically aches with it. His hands come down to his hips, gently pushing him down so that he's nicely aligned with him, nestled between the cheeks of his ass and inches away from sliding in. Ignis is still sticky and slick, and Noctis doesn't bother waiting -- hell if he's going to let his lover dangle this before him without making sure he knows his place, especially when the whole 'loyal servant' thing comes into play.

He's never liked the whole loyal servant-master thing, at least not outside of the bedroom, but Noctis is at least more aware of how things work and allows royal protocol -- it gives people a sense of structure in a chaotic world, and as it turns out, he especially likes it when they both do it as part of their playtime in private. Ignis, after all, knows better than anyone else that he is partner and companion, lover and soulmate. Hell, Ignis is the one bossing him around most of the time.

He's grasping himself before he slides inside of him without warning -- consider this payback, honey -- because he wants to see the look on his face when he seats himself fully inside of that tight, slick channel in a heartbeat, sighing at being buried within his body once again. ]

Nnngh. Move your ass, loyal subject. How dare you keep your king waiting. [ His fingers dig into his hip, and he's sure he'll leave bruises Ignis will appreciate later, squirming underneath his deft fingers. Gods, but he's so sensitive right now it's all he can do to stay underneath him. ]

[ He does think rather highly of himself in that moment, teasing and still maintaining that edge of haughtiness despite having been wrecked a few moments ago. Of course, that goes straight out the damn window when he feels Noctis line himself up and he has the barest moment of wondering if Noctis is going to make him wait, before that question is answered. He's still slick with Noctis' spend from earlier in addition to the lube, which means the slide is easy, Noctis' cock bottoming out with a wet noise that leaves Ignis' back arching.

Every inch of him is oversensitive, from all the places where their skin touches to the rim of his hole, to inside. It's overwhelming, going from 0 to 100 so very quickly and for a moment he thinks he can feel Noctis inside him so deep that he can almost taste it. His lips part on the end of a gasp and his eyes squeeze shut, clearly savoring it just as much as he is trying to ride out the overwhelming rush, trying to conquer it like he does everything else that he can't immediately control in his life.

Noctis' fingers dig into his hip and he's talking, he's saying something, but all Ignis can focus on in that moment is how full he feels and how it steals every bit of thought from his mind, leaves him needy but not sure if it's for a break or for Noctis' cock to move. ]

Excuse me for savoring the moment. [ It comes out ragged and Ignis' head drops forward, his thighs spreading wider so that he's splayed across Noctis' nap quite neatly, letting himself grind lazily on the thick curve of him without ever losing much of the depth. It's good, it's so achingly good he can't tell if it's circling around into too much, the pleasure sharp enough to cut. ] Noct-

[ Gods. Gods, he loves how he sounds so completely, utterly wrecked and Noctis melts just when he's helplessly sinking down on him, hips spreading wide like he's born just to take him inside, made to be so thoroughly ravaged and ravished. He doesn't hesitate, sparked into a wild savagery that he barely reins in when he tugs his hands onto his shoulders before flipping him onto his back, pinning Ignis down onto the pillows.

He's taking a breath, grinning wickedly in the face of his lover's pleasure. He's still soft, pinned between their bodies, but Noctis knows he's still riding that knife edge , overstimulated and oversensitive, and he's pressing up to kiss him. Here, when he's atop him, he has more control over the both of them, and he's tugging his legs around his waist, urging them higher so that he can change up his angle, rubbing into him. He pulls out and thrusts in sleekly, wet and sinfully carnal, and he's kissing him hard, swallowing any moans for himself.

Noctis is moving, cherishing just how needy Ignis is for him, and he goes thorough, hard enough to make him ache for hours after that, but gentle enough that he still enjoys every moment of it. Searching out his hand, he threads his fingers in his, pinning it beside his head in open affection. ]

Mmm -- I can do you all day.

[ He's fully prepared to take control of this - to push his fingers against Noctis' throat in promise and tease, to ride him until he's begging for it, but no. One moment, he's rolling his hips and the next Noctis executes a flip that his trainers would have been proud of if it weren't for the fact that it wasn't happening on the training mats but instead in his bed, with his adviser.

Ignis both loves it and finds it absurd it when Noctis does that sort of thing - loves it, because his stomach flips in pleasure whenever Noctis shows off all that grace and strength, and finds it ridiculous that Noctis is such a soft spot for him that he can't see it coming. Pressed into the plush bed and pillows, Ignis hitches his legs up tight around Noctis' waist and digs the balls of his feet into his back, thighs flexing as he rolls up into the push. It's too much, it's too much and the simple motion of it rips a ragged, trembling noise out of him that Noctis swallows up in a kiss that's just as distracting as his cock.

He's not certain if the gentle pace is better or worse than being fucked into the mattress. A few more thrusts, combined with Noctis' words and their fingers threaded together and he thinks, oh, much worse. Gentle means it's going to drag out and gentle means he's going to come apart at the seams with how long it threatens to last. ]

As, mnh, appealing as that idea may sound, I'm not entirely sure my body could take that.

[ But oh, he's certain it would try.

Shuddering, he clenches down around him despite how intense it is, how it makes his breathing hitch in his throat. He can be mean too. ]

[ Noctis is just about certain that Ignis' body will damn well try its best, too, because look at him now, writhing and latching tight around him so instinctively that it makes his breath catch with wonder, endlessly thrilled by how readily Ignis takes him inside him, how he inspires an entire breadth of responses and reactions no one else will ever get from him.

It's gratifying to watch his adviser close around him, and he revels in the sound that he squeezes from his lover's trembling lips before he ravages him, takes everything that he's willing to give and then some. He's gentle but firm, taking it slower than he normally does because he wants Ignis to feel all of it, stretched out and proper, and he's going to take him apart and put him together again, no matter what it takes.

Noctis growls against his mouth, low and demanding, and at this point even if they're late, they're going to have to wait on the king and his adviser's pleasure. After all, they are to be wed, and this is their own kind of celebration. Rolling his hips, he pulls out and slides in slow, again and again. His hand comes down to grasp his softened shaft, warmly stroking up and down. ]

Think you'll give me a third if I ask nicely?

[ He hums gently, pressing him up against the pillows and quickening his pace, just a little. But then Ignis is tightening around him, clenching down so tight he can't move, and Noctis utters a soft yelp, overwhelmed with sensation. Reaching down, he squeezes his ass firmly. ]

Oh, I think your body has no objections.

[ It hurts, it hurts, and he sees stars behind his squeezed shut eyes when Noctis mentions a third, just after curling a hand around his cock. It's flushed pink in Noctis' hand but soft, and just the touch of him grazing over his dick is enough to get Ignis' thighs tensing and his breath hitching at the instinctive urge to jerk away from it.

This, too, is part of the thrill of it; he's certain that he can't give Noctis a third before they absolutely have to get up for their meeting. What he's not certain of is if his self-control can last until Noctis' orgasm, or if it's going to ride the knife edge of pleasure to the point of him tapping out.

It's a fault, he supposes, that he's so competitive; Noctis is just as bad as he is and it results in a hand on his ass, squeezing. The combination of all of it rips a ragged noise out of Ignis as he twists against the sheets and shoves a hand down between them. It's clear he was almost about to push Noctis' hand away from his cock before he catches himself and grips Noctis' forearm instead like it's steadying while his other hand dips behind to squeeze at Noctis' ass. His other hand catches around the nape of Noctis' neck and Ignis rolls against him, shuddering out a gasp at the ache of friction and too-much-too-good feel of anything on his dick. ]

What if I told you - [ Ignis starts and then stalls, clearly having to steady himself after a full-body shiver. Noctis gives the best kind of torture, but he knows how to give just as good as he's getting. ] --- for every minute I'm late, you get to wait ten minutes to come next time we played? How much work, nnh, could the king do with a toy in him that whole time, I wonder.

Edited 2018-01-17 07:01 (UTC)

[ Noctis slows when Ignis tenses, attuned to the way his body closes up -- and he's not entirely sure about whether he wants to stop him or get him to keep going. But then Ignis doesn't ask him to stop, and he keeps going until Ignis grips his forearm and he looks back at him, confused for a few moments before he grinds back against his hand, encouraged by the way he pretty much grabs his ass. And oh, he loves when he makes that sweet, mangled little keening noise and Noctis is thrilled, because yes, yes, they definitely are this competitive, their play as exciting as it is loving, and moments like these are what he thrives on.

Hell, Noctis is going to be very awake the entire day just because of this, and he lets go of his dick all the same, sliding up his hand to cup his face and kiss him -- nevermind that it's filthy with come and saliva; it's not like Ignis isn't going to wash it off anyway. He goes harder then, already feeling dangerously close to tipping over the edge, and his movements are more erratic, more unpredictable when the pleasure surges up and renders him irrational, fierce and desperately grasping for his own climax.

He's pinning him down without thinking, pounding into him rougher, faster, and it doesn't help that Ignis is filling his ear with sinfully sweet promises and filthy words, and he shivers right along with him, dangerously close to veering out of control because finally, finally. His orgasm is sudden, almost violent, and he buries his face into his shoulder, teeth sinking into his shoulder as he empties himself in him, pulsing deep inside of his body again and again, coating the slick inside of his tight, hot passage and marking him all over again.

Gods, Ignis is going to go out like this, wet and sticky inside even after he showers, and Noctis feels himself soften inside of him, trembling and slumping on his lover's chest -- Ignis isn't the only one seeing stars, reeling from the sheer intensity of sensation. ]

Nnnngh -- gods, ten minutes for every one? [ Why does he even love you? ]

[ For a long moment Ignis is not sure if the king could get three orgasms out of him or not. There's a few sharp moments where between Noctis' cock in his ass and Noctis' hand on his softened cock, he thinks maybe? It aches in the best of ways to the point of him not being sure if he really wants it or just wants Noctis to come because he can't bear how good it is. Both maybe. Part of him wants to be good for his king, wants to please him and knows that if they weren't on a time limit, there's a very good chance that Noctis could coax a third one out for him simply because Ignis wanted so bad to give him anything he wanted.

It's a little bizarre to think about, but if he bore the pain of the ring, then he thinks he can bear anything for Noctis. Anything, especially when it's just good riding a knife's edge. He'd never come near the rush that the ring brought, but this came fair close sometimes. This -- pleasure so good it teased at the edges of too good was as close as he could get. Instead of the white-hot burn of fire, though, it's just a burning awareness of Noctis.

His hands can't seem to decide where is best to touch and his body doesn't seem to want to obey his commands; it's not unlike being confused in the field, under the effect of some monster. Instead of lashing out indiscriminately, however, his hands dig bruises into Noctis' shoulders, his arms, the meat of his ass and his toes curls so hard his legs threaten to cramp. He can't orgasm again so soon, but physical reactions betray him all the same. Earlier this morning he would have been able to stifle himself but now, he's making punched-out little noises with each thrust, trying to work with Noctis for each one. ]

Come on, in me, in me-- [ It's not begging but it's certainly not as stern as an order. Urging, maybe, hungrily mouthing along the line of his jaw, skimming teeth and tongue over his pulse, lingering. He can't pretend as if his thigh aren't trembling as he feels Noctis come. Ignis shudders under him with a strangled groan at those last few thrusts , shoving a hand up against the headboard, riding all of it out until his body seems to realize how tight it's holding Noctis' own in response to those final few moments. His thighs slide lazily to either side of Noctis' waist and hungrily, he lunges up to kiss at Noctis like he didn't just scold him about time limits. Everything feels like it's too much, the sheets against his skin registering as too soft, the insides of his thighs aching but instead of it feeling bad it feels so satisfying he just wants to melt. ]

Turnabout is fair play, isn't it? [He painstakingly articulates because he'll be damned if he slurs it like Noctis has fucked the words out of him. It's damn near close, though, the hand from the headboard stroking mindlessly through Noctis' damp hair. ] Consider this fair warning.

Edited 2018-01-17 08:43 (UTC)

[ In me, in me, he says, and Ignis makes his magic, weaves a spell that ensnares Noctis wholly -- and this is one of the many moments when he realizes that no one else will do, that his love, urging him on so passionately, wants him so badly that he's a writhing, clinging mess, his words wracked with passion and need. He's trembling with Noctis when he comes inside him, and Noctis finds himself lost inside of him, drunk on his lust and overwhelmed by how Ignis holds him like he's everything precious in the world.

Even now, when he's slumped against his chest, his ear pressed against the pounding of his heart, Noctis makes a soft, lazy little noise at his next words, something about fair play and turning about and there's an interesting articulation to those words that Noctis recognises with no small amount of pleasure -- it's the tone he uses when he's too proud to admit weakness, and he smiles as he kisses over his heart.

Adorable, really. ]

Mm. You sound weird. [ More to get under his skin than anything, really, because he's a little shit even if he's never been more pleased with himself after sex. He's reluctantly pulling out of him, but just as promptly reaches below him, pressing two fingers at Ignis' tight little hole, dipping in briefly -- the intent clear. He wants to keep his come inside of his lover, filthy and messy. He looks up then, resting his chin on the flat of Ignis' chest with a slow, lazy half-smirk. ]

I want you to feel that inside you all day. [ And he would be damned if he isn't turned on by the idea of it; Ignis all cleaned up and proper, his sharp-dressed, unflappable, handsome stud of a man walking around these halls with Noctis' come inside him. And besides, now isn't turnabout yet, so it means he can torment him, right?

He's kissing his chin, fond but not above doing terrible things -- he might not wring a third orgasm out of Ignis, but it's all right, there's plenty of time to try it again, wring one out of him because he knows how Ignis is hooked on the intense, overwhelming sensations that make him wild and irration. His lover has always been more partial to the overstimulating side of things, as if he's craving something more than just absolution, and Noctis is more than happy to give it to him. ]

[ Of course Noctis would know him well enough to know when he's damn near fucked the coherency out of him. Ignis' eyes are closed as he savors the quiet moments afterward, but that teasing is enough to get him to open one eye and tug playfully at messy hair, his hand smoothing through it a moment later. He's not able to be too mean; he's too comfortable and Noctis' teasing would require too much effort for retaliation right now.

Noctis' hips shift and the bed shifts with him, cock sliding out. There's no stifling the little noise that Ignis makes in the wake of it, and there's definitely no stifling the subsequent noise that slips out of him when Noctis' fingers slide down, pressing against the over-sensitive rim of him, clearly trying to keep the mess of come and lube in him. He can't quite squirm away but for a moment his whole body tenses and his heels dig into the bed, not quite sure if Noctis intends to start this up again. ]

I've just had all of my suit pants dry cleaned.

[ It's a weak protest, not even a protest at all really as he lies there, trying to will himself to move but there seems to be a large, human sized weight on him and despite how he's stick with come and lube and sweat, he's comfortable. A quick glance at the clock shows he still has time, but only just, so he winds an arm around Noctis' shoulders and shifts his hips up obediently, what little he can. ]

You'll have to fetch the plug if you intend on that; I'm afraid I'm incapable of helping when there's a lazy king on top of me.

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I know you just did.

[ There is an inevitable moment in every decision-making process that essentially boils down to this: how is this going to bite me in the ass later?

Noctis is having one of those moments. Ignis is all kinds of soft and sweet and fucked to blissful contentment, which is ripe, fertile ground for Noctis to enact all manner of depravities on him to an unprecedented degree of compliance, and to magnificent results.

But this is Ignis they're talking about, and there is most assuredly a very creative form of payback waiting in the wings, and he's not in a hurry to forget the Vibrator Incident or that time he edged him for so long Noctis was nearly sobbing for release. Also that one time when he actually did, his ass red and swollen with several sharp smacks and a cock ring forcing him to endure all of that incredible pleasure. The orgasms had been all worth it. But still. Ignis is a kinky fuck in bed and he never forgets; the man has vast, untapped reservoirs of creativity when unleashed on Noctis, which prompts his very serious consideration: how is he going to pay for this later?

Noctis eyes him beadily, catching his breath and nuzzling into his hand, before he groans and reaches for the nightstand with a groan, making full use of just how limber he can be without actually lurching off his lover.

It takes nearly a minute for him to snag Ignis' toy, and he's considerate enough to smear more lube on it before he smoothly slides it inside of him, trapping his come within before too much can leak out -- time is of the essence (heh) here, you know. ]

There. [ He gives it a little slap. ] Now you can do your job around the Citadel and outside of it with me inside you. I hear traffic is choppy today.

[ Because guess what a constant start-stop effect will have on a man wearing a buttplug? ]

[ Oh, darling, admitting that was certainly a choice. Ignis raises an eyebrow but doesn't say anything just yet because the plotting can always come later. He's going to be squeaking by when it comes to time and while he's relatively certain he'll make it adequately, he's going to remember this. Payback is a bitch, especially when it comes from Ignis who has all the creativity and patience in the world when it comes down to making Noctis suffer in the best of ways.

Besides, there's a part of him that is too blissed out to really care at this moment. They're going to be married and he'd organized everything for after lunch so it isn't as if he wasn't unaware that they were likely going to spend a gratuitous amount of time on each other.

The bed shifts a little with Noctis' weight and there's the slow drag of the nightstand opening (and staying open as Noctis blindly reaches and Ignis' smile shifts from soft and warm to openly amused) and closing with a quiet thud. The click of the lube opening and then the wet press of a cool toy against him. Obediently, he bears down and lets out a little noise when it slides in, settles. It's not over-large but he's certainly aware of it, squirming underneath where Noctis is laid out over him, shivering at the slap to his ass that makes him tense around the toy. ]

Just remember that payback can and will happen, my love.

[ It's said sweetly enough, with that same soft affection as anything else but it's Ignis, so there's a heated threat behind it, murmured with all the certainty in the world that he can take Noctis apart piece by piece and give as good as he's gotten. Gently, he skims blunt nails down his spine, stopping shy of the scar on his lower back. ]

For now, though, you and I are going to shower together to save time and I'm going to make certain we both make our meetings lest we face the Marshall.

[ Noctis has the foreboding feeling that he's definitely going to be paid back in a very specific, very drawn out way, and a part of him immediately regrets the decision he just made while the other, greater part only relishes the challenge and decides that tormenting Ignis first is going to be extremely worth it. Probably. It also doesn't help that the bigger part of him is the one with a predilection for immediate self-gratification, which is sometimes the root of all Ignis-related sex problems.

But this excites him, keeps their love life spicy as hell and full of surprises, and he never wants to change it for the world. He's enjoying the slick, wet little sound the toy makes when it's seated comfortably inside him, and appreciates even more the shivering and the promise for payback. No, it's definitely all gonna be worth it.

He's giving his dick a soft little pat before he's climbing off him; they have lunch coming up and Noctis knows how much Ignis hates being late -- he's been in enough meetings with the man to know how he's whipped everyone into shape, all of them arriving at least five minutes before time, and ready to start once Noctis enters. Also on the dot, because Ignis has trained him relatively well despite great struggles along the way.

But he's holding his hand out to him now, smirking. He does like being called 'my love', and makes a note to mention that to him sometime. ] Wear it until end of day today. Come on, let's go take a shower.

[ Cor doesn't like being kept waiting, and even kings know how to scuttle along when meeting someone whose moniker includes a thing like 'The Immortal'. ]

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