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[ The last few weak pulses against his cheek, his lips get a pleased little smile despite the dazed look on Ignis' face as he tries desperately to catch his breath, torn between laughing helplessly and just sagging against him while he regains himself. A flick of his tongue swipes some of the mess off of his lips and he swallows again, savoring it. He's never particularly liked the taste of come, but he doesn't hate it, especially not when it's proof that he'd made Noctis orgasm.

Like an overgrown cat, Ignis leans into the touches, biting lightly at the sharp line of Noctis' hip just because he can before sucking in a steadying breath and clearing his throat. When he's tugged up, it's like his limbs don't quite want to work; his knees ache a little bit and it takes him fisting a hand in the comforter and groping at Noctis' shoulder to straddle his waist, arm winding tightly around his shoulders so he can kiss him back just as fiercely, chasing the taste of himself on Noctis' tongue, viscerally pleased at that groan. ]

The amount of people who die due to sex is minuscule, unless they're doing something remarkably inadvisable. I don't know I've ever heard of anyone die from oral sex, but I suppose that wouldn't exactly be widely talked about.

[ He'd like to say he gets that out smoothly, but no, between the kiss and the way his throat's aching perfectly, his voice is ragged, sandpaper rough and oh, oh, his stomach tightens at the fact that he'll be talking tomorrow morning and it may still be like that. Will people know? Will they be aware that he's sucked off the king that night, let him fuck his face and come on it, that that's the reason he sounds like this? ]

Six, Noct--

[ Oh, shit. Listen to him. That ragged scratchy voice, just a touch pitchy and off just what he used to sound like. Did Noctis do this to him? Did he -- ]

Iggy, I just fucked the purr out of you.

[ Noctis is wide-eyed as he gently licks the drops of come off his cheeks, tasting himself before yielding to be kissed, laughing softly because oh, that definitely does one hell of a lot of things to him. When he speaks tomorrow, Noctis will know -- the others won't. They won't get that Noctis fucked him so thoroughly tonight, they won't know that the collected, dignified, handsome young chamberlain and adviser had just let his king come on his face.

And oh, the things it's doing to him now. He grips him tighter and tugs the towel free from between them, tossing it over the side before Noctis strokes a hand down his back and up, fondly petting him and taking his time, admiring the strong, solid frame of him and reveling in post-sex bliss despite Ignis seeing the need to dispense this sort of information. Did anyone ever die from oral sex? Now he's gotta find out.

But more importantly, getting warm. He's shifting up, stealing kisses from Ignis all the while as he marvels at him, tugging the comforter and nudging him to get under it. He's chuckling softly, following after him -- which takes some creative shuffling but they manage. ] Listen to you. You sound even sexier.

[ He's going to have to eat an entire bag of lozenges to make up for this and he can't quite find it in himself to regret it one single bit. Noctis' awe at it drags a tired laugh out of him all the same, groping between the kisses for a tissue by the bed to clean his face off. It's deposited into the trash and the towel is tossed on the ground, which he can abide for a short while, especially when he's being petted like this and orgasm leaves him a thousand times more likely to just want to lounge.

They're both still shower-damp, but now there's sweat to contend with too. Noctis doesn't seem to care and Ignis supposes that the sheets are clean and since they certainly cleaned up their messes, it isn't as if the cleaning crew will have to deal with any sort of unsightly fluids so he doesn't need to protest so much.

Still. The towel.

Ignis lets himself be dragged under the covers and casts it a semi-woeful look, but doesn't try to get up because underneath the cocoon of blankets Noctis is pressing the line of his naked body against him and Ignis is nothing if not greedy for him. ]

I sound as if I've tried my absolute best to choke myself on your cock, Majesty.

[ Ignis settles himself on his side, stroking his knuckles over Noctis' cheek gently. ]

...I never forgot how good it is with you, but the....ah, reminder of it is certainly welcome.

Don't look at the towel.

[ Noctis tells him sleepily, because he knows exactly what Ignis is looking at and what he's attempting to do. As further guarantee, he drapes an arm possessively over his waist. Out of sight, out of mind, right? Besides, it's still going to be there in the morning. Affectionately pressing another kiss on his now-clean cheek, Noctis laughs softly at that casually filthy assertion because yes, yes he just did, and he's discovering that he now has a kink for this -- they're all gonna hear that sandy, hoarse voice tomorrow and not know what who did it to him right there.

And for Ignis, another reminder of who he belongs to. He's draping a leg over him as well, because Noctis is practically a lounging octopus after sex, and he's dropping soft little kisses along his jaw before leaning into his knuckles, impossibly fond and happy. Fingers tracing down his chest, he gives him a thoughtful look. He's never felt more content, and he supposes this is what bliss must feel like. Ignis here with him, in his rightful place by his side at last. ]

I'll remind you of it every day, if you like. [ He says lazily. ] If our bodies allow it. [ A beat, then. ] Seriously, though. Have people really died from sex?

If you trip on it in the morning, just know I'll have warned you about it.

[ It's like an itch he won't let himself scratch, but for once, he lets it go because getting up to take care of it would mean that he'd have to get out of bed, toss it into the hamper, and lose this moment right now. Maybe it's that it's been so long or maybe it's simply that Ignis has sacrificed enough in the name of duty, however small, but whatever the case, he slides his leg between both of Noctis' and twines them together quite neatly as if to keep himself anchored there.

It's not as if he needs help, anyway; Noctis is doing a remarkable impression of an octopus, all arms and legs so Ignis returning the favor is only fitting, he supposes. ]

I'm not certain that my throat will allow it, not with the number of speeches and meetings I'll have to attend to. [ ... That's. Not quite where he expected the conversation to go and his phone is unfortunately (or fortunately, depending on how he looks at it) out of reach so he can't check. Instead, he occupies himself with running his fingers through Noctis' drying hair, tracing the shell of his ear, the sharp line of his jaw. ] I'll look it up in the morning for you.

[ Definitely not where he expected the conversation to go -- but then again, Noctis didn't start this day expecting that he'd get to tumble into bed with Ignis at the end of it, much less everything they'd just done together. Or what they are right now, tangled hopelessly with each other, damp under cool sheets. Now he misses when Ignis would just toss the comforter into the dryer so that they'd be all snug and toasty warm.

But whatever. Ignis' incredible body is pressed up against his and Noctis can't find it in himself to complain. Fingers idly tracing up his side, tracking over his ribs before lingering over pectorals that would make any male model jealous, he's turning his head so that he can catch Ignis' stray fingers between his teeth, playfully nipping at him. The idea of Ignis giving speeches with that sex-wrecked voice sends tingles down his spine, but he also finds himself mildly apologetic for it -- he had been a lot rougher with him than he has before, and he abandons his quest for finger-nipping to lay soft kisses over his throat, as if that would make him feel better. ]

Sorry about this. [ He murmurs. He is a little sorry, really. Ignis practically runs the entire host of activities in the Citadel, overseeing and advising in turns, and Noctis will always be grateful to have him here, steering the ship. ] And you don't have to do that, I know how insane your schedule can be.

[ Not that Noctis' own isn't, but that's not important. ]

[ He thought he'd be more opposed to it, truthfully, but instead of any sort of regret like he'd feared, Ignis is...content. It's the first time he can remember feeling it in a terribly long time and he's not inclined to give it up any time soon. Now that they've crossed that threshold, perhaps it will be easier to convince himself into it again later.

Besides, giving up any part of this is absolutely unthinkable, especially when Noctis' hands are wandering over him like it's the first time all over again, like they're learning each others bodies again. Noctis nips at his fingertips and Ignis startles himself with a quiet laugh, pressing a kiss to the tip of Noctis' nose helplessly. You gave this up willingly, he thinks with no small amount of shock at himself. Of course, it hadn't been entirely willingly, but close enough that he can't think of doing it now that they're back together again. Not when Noctis is pressing sweet kisses to his throat in apology, despite not needing to. ]

Don't apologize, I quite liked it. [ And if his voice is a little rough, then so be it; that's a price he'll gladly pay, and he has a feeling that Noctis listening to him tomorrow is going to be interesting, to say the very least. ] I wouldn't change this for the world.

[ If nothing else, Noctis is going to need a moment before getting up after Ignis' speeches conclude, because it's ridiculously sexy and even in this blissed-out state he just knows he's going to have an embarrassing reaction to it. Maybe he should just think about fish when Ignis talks. But draped around him like this, he discovers for himself all that he's missed, this cherished warmth and how willing and open Ignis is, denying him nothing and offering everything. This is where he wants to be, this is everything he's ever needed for himself, and he traces kisses over his jaw now, settling in.

He'd gone without this for more than a year, and it's still a marvel he hadn't been much more worse off for it, considering all that's slipped through his fingers. ] And I won't let you slip away from me again.

[ He promises, a hand splayed on Ignis' chest, over his heart. This belongs to him, too. ] Wherever you go, I'm coming after you.

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