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LET'S PLAY {open post}
[ open. texts, messages, rp prompts and starters. gen & nsfw. ]
[ open. texts, messages, rp prompts and starters. gen & nsfw. ]
[ open. texts, messages, rp prompts and starters. gen & nsfw. ]
[ open. texts, messages, rp prompts and starters. gen & nsfw. ]
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[ 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. ]
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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.
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[ 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. ]
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[ 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?
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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. ]
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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-
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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.
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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. ]
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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.
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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.
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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? ]
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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.
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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. ]
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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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[ 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? ]
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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.
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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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His hand clasps Noctis' gently and then he's rising out of bed for both feet to hit the ground, but it takes him a moment to recover when the toy shifts, grazing the spot inside him that Noctis had been so keen to press fingers against earlier. It's good, it's so good, knowing that the day is going to be a difficult one, but that he's going to make it through because it's what Noctis wants of him, but it's also already infuriating because he knows how distracting this is going to be.
Showers, though. He knows how those work. With a little look at Noctis, not annoyed but very much a you'll get yours in response to that smirk, he makes his way to the bathroom a little gingerly. It's fine, up until he bends over to turn the water on and suddenly the idea of all day is one that makes his stomach flip. The car ride is going to be unbearable in the best of ways. Stiffly, ]
Am I right to assume you'd prefer I not take care of any erections that may happens as a result, until tonight?
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[ Noctis affects a terrible approximation of Ignis' delightful, lovely purr of his accent -- make no mistake, Noctis loves it, but he's never going to pass up a chance to tease him about it even after ten years -- and he's hanging back just to get one hell of a wonderful view of his ass and the shining gem at the end of that plug. Ignis had ordered that one specially for him years ago when he had been away and Noctis had been spoiling for his company, his attention, and it does so many wonderful things to him to see him sport it so wonderfully, and how he's moving with more care than usual.
It must feel so good, he thinks in admiration and no small amount of smugness, and he steps close to give one asscheek a very meaningful squeeze. Yeah, he's definitely going to pay for that later, but in for a penny, in for a pound, right? He can't help a strong surge of affection for him, laying soft kisses on the wing of his shoulder before stepping into the shower stall and pulling him in, basking in the hot water. ]
You're wearing it until the end of the day tonight, and I want you hard and ready to go when you get back here again.
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[ Ignis' tone is dryer than the dirt outside of Hammerhead, but it's clear he's amused because the flat look lasts for a maximum of two seconds and then his lips are curling up. Noctis imitating him is cute, and he can't pretend as if he doesn't like it each time it happens, finding it ridiculous and endearing in equal parts. The squeeze gets a swat, but he softens instantly when leaning back into where Noctis is kissing over his shoulder as they wait for the water to heat.
When they're finally inside, Ignis steps in close, walling him against the marble of the shower, arms on either side of his head so that he's boxed in neatly. The orders are easy enough to follow and it's deliciously mean but, oh, he can give as good as he gets, too. He slides a leg between Noctis' thighs and kisses him within an inch of his life, pulling himself away with a drag of his teeth against Noctis' lower lip. A moment later, he's reaching for the soap and a washcloth nonchalant like he hadn't just kissed him like the world was ending. Flicking a few soap suds at Noctis as he works it into a lather, he starts with his arms, moving a little quicker than normal because they are up against a clock. ]
Just remember that everything you have me endure is an idea for when I return the favor.
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[ Because Noctis might be ten years older but it doesn't mean he can't be a brat at Ignis whenever he wants in private just like this, all levity and none of the business-like fronts they will have to put up once they leave his chambers. Ignis is softer, gentler in a way he cannot afford to be outside of these walls -- he commands the respect of so many within the Citadel through sheer intelligence, hard work, and incredible planning, and Noctis is hard pressed to say that he doesn't find that hot. Just like how hot he finds himself being so easily cornered by his taller, stunningly handsome lover with a plug up his butt, breath caught by the way he kisses him like the world's ending, hot and desperate and awakening things that should, for all intents and purposes, should still be spent.
But he's thirty, his libido is functioning, and he lusts for his fiance like he hasn't had any in decades, like he's angling to make up for lost time, and it makes things just a little hard. Breathing a little harder, he makes a soft sound of annoyance when he's reaching out for the towel. Tempted to just kiss him again, he simply reaches for the soap bottle as well, and this time starting with his chest and stomach after Ignis is done with his arms, because he'd be damned if he can't cop plenty of feels for himself while soaping him up. ]
Bring it. [ He tells him brashly, very aware that he'll be regretting this very soon but unable to resist egging him on anyway. He's giving him a wicked look from behind damp eyelashes, because self-preservation is apparently not in his dictionary. ] Think you can last that long, honey?
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[ It's absolutely not. Noctis is cute right now, cracking jokes and being bratty and honestly, Ignis is sort of impressed and awed at the sheer amount of sex they'd had this morning and were actively talking about having in the near future. He'd dated people when he was younger, of course and he'd wanted them, certainly, but it was never, ever like this with anyone else. He'd never wanted someone so fully, so completely to the point where it just didn't stop.
He's always been good about keeping his own needs out of the way of his duty, but Noctis just looks at him sometimes and Ignis thinks anything, for you, because he's so in love. They're getting married, he reminds himself, half-swatting at Noctis' hands to keep them on track while he does much the same, letting a soapy hand slide over Noctis' nipple, or over the curve of a hip, lingering. Hair down today, it seems; despite the engagement he has a feeling he's going to be rushing too much to have his hair up, which also means that he's going to have to put off any photos that result until tomorrow because he's not getting conned into photos looking like a mess who couldn't keep it in his pants long enough to tend his hair in the morning. ]
I think you'll find that I've led a life positively full of resisting momentary indulgences for the crown; this won't be any different.
[ His hand slides down, shamelessly cupping Noctis' dick, oh so helpfully soaping it up. It's just a few soapy strokes and then his hand slides right back to the wash cloth and works it over Noctis' belly and back, hands entirely appropriately placed. Tilting his head down, he presses a kiss to Noctis' cheek, helplessly affectionate even as he considers how many times he can steal Noctis for kisses throughout the day to work him up in turn. ]
A better question is if you want to wager on this, and if so, what I get when I win.
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That they can have moments like these is a luxury, is something they had worked all their lives for -- they had sacrificed so much to get here, to be able to have this together, for Ignis to be playful with him and for Noctis to be cheekily irreverent in return. Gasping softly when he touches his dick, a jolt of heat going right there when he's still sensitive and soft makes him squirm, giving Ignis a soapy slap to the ass in return. ]
Hey! Hands in bad places. [ Although he does like the bad places becase the good places are just kind of not cool now, not when he wants more. So he's leaning towards him, stepping further into the circle of his arms to press his body to his, shameless and wicked. He's turning his face so that he gets the cheek kiss, greedily seeking out another from his mouth, too, nuzzling against him with open fondness. Ignis might have spent a lifetime schooling his dick and resisting advances, but Noctis has had less of that and clearly doesn't care, not when he gets Ignis all to himself.
He's not looking to start anything, not really, as he thoughtfully slides soapy hands down his back, copping another feel when they reach down his butt, entirely not put off by Ignis' earlier swatting. He's your playful octopus, baby. ]
Well, what do you want? I could cook.
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[ Between Noctis' thighs happens to be one of his absolute favorite places, actually. Ignis laughs openly at the slap to his ass and pats his hip in return before going back to showering -- actually showering rather than just fussing and groping his husband-to-be. The plug reminds him of its existence a moment later when he goes to reach for the shampoo; it slides just right in him and his whole body trembles with it, his breath catching. He can survive this; he's survived a good deal, but oh, he's easier to break with pleasure than with pain.
Considering, he squeezes shampoo into his hands and then puts them entirely appropriately in Noctis' hair, working suds through without getting any in his eyes. It'd be faster if he washed himself like he was doing originally, but he did promise that every minute he was late was another ten for Noctis. ]
Mmmn, that does sound like a particularly effective incentive.
[ He loves when Noctis cooks, loves the nights together when they're doing something so simple and domestic. Ignis strokes a sudsy hand through Noctis' bangs and kisses him, sweet and lingering, before urging him to step back into the spray. ]
What if I lose? Not that I will, of course, but it's only fair you think you have a chance at winning.
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Ignis doesn't ask him for very much as it is, which is often difficult when he has to suss out what he likes, but he likes to think that he's done quite a satisfactory job so far. Kissing him back with a soft little pleased moan, he's tipping out shampoo to muss Ignis' hair with as well, reaching out to massage his scalp as he nudges him out of the spray, pausing only when he's getting rinsed.
It's tender, these moments, and Noctis appreciates them, treasures them -- yeah, even the trash talk. Combing Ignis' hair back, his sudsy hands come down to cup his face. ]
You wear a cock ring the entire day.
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