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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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[ And he means every word of it, when his lover's image blessedly spans itself over his phone, the video call connected. It gives him the privilege of watching the delightfully elegant way he licks his bottom lip, the flash of pink tongue a tantalizing thrill that goes right to his already straining cock. And oh, oh, what he wouldn't give to chase that drop of wine with his tongue, to pursue it between parted lips, to sample the tangy aftertaste, the wine ripe on his tongue.
He doesn't care for wine, really, but mingled with Ignis' taste, well, Noctis can never have enough. He looks back at him, eyes dark and full of purpose and promise -- this is what they have together now, and it has to be enough, at least until Ignis comes home and seals the distance between them. He takes a deep breath and calms his racing nerves, his wild impulses. He's shifting the phone, spanning it down his face, his chest, stomach and flat abdomen down to his cock, thick and long and jutting up, leaking pearls of pre-come and slicking up the ridged underside of his shaft.
It takes some skillful maneuvering, Ignis' pillow tucked between his legs, the phone propped up on it so that Ignis has an excellent view of his full, flushed-dark cock, his heavy balls and the barest glimpse of a pink puckered bud inches below, and beyond his genitals, his face. Longing is written over every fine feature, the mildest downturn of the side of his mouth -- there is where he is most missed, broadcasting an ache only Ignis could resolve and quell. ]
I'm one stiff breeze away from coming all over this bed. [ Noctis grumbles, as if it's par for the course that he's so shamelessly positioned, spread open and ready to be taken -- if only his beloved isn't thousands of miles away. ] I'm thinking of you, Iggy. I'm thinking of how much you enjoyed taking charge -- and how I love that about you.
[ He takes his time, forces himself not to rush, because he wants this to last. ] Do you see this? [ He rubs his thumb up and down the thick vein of his cock, teasing him. ] I got so hard just sucking you off, just like this. And if I didn't come when you did -- oh, remember how I fucked you?
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[ It's an amused hum, an acknowledgment of Noctis' response more than anything else. Delicately, he takes a ridiculously fluffy hotel pillow and settles it under his knees, phone resting back against it so it gives a full view of his cock pressing against his belly, his chest, his face. It's not perfect, but it's better than nothing. The important thing is everything is visible, which means that when he starts stroking himself, Noctis gets a perfect view of it.
Consequently, Ignis also gets a perfect view of Noctis, spread out on the bed, on the curve of his cock, his balls, and his mouth fucking waters, aching for it. A few weeks seems like nothing when played against ten years of darkness, but right now, seems like forever. ]
I'd apologize, but I'm afraid we both know I wouldn't mean a single word of it. Watching you needy and wanting against the sheets is something I don't imagine ever apologizing for.
[ Noctis' finger strokes up the underside of his cock and he wants to trace that line with his mouth, his tongue, wants to swallow Noctis down until he chokes and is overwhelmed with the smell and taste of him. Later, later. For now, he holds his wine glass in one hand and his cock in the other, fingers trailing down to smooth over his balls and then ease back up, palming over the slick head. ]
I remember. The noises you make - the way your voice sounds when you're lost in how good you feel. If I were there, I'd spend an hour just wringing those noises out of you all over again, opening you up with my tongue and fingers and then my cock. You always look good, but I admit I'm particularly fond of the sight of you fucked out and taking whatever I deign to give you.
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Look at him, this creature so lovely, so alluring that he has to bite his lip, struggling to show restraint. He's spent hours worshiping Ignis' body, ravishing every inch of him with his full, undivided attention. He remembers how Ignis' skin feels, smooth and warm, ridged with the occasional scars but Noctis had loved them all the more.
He loves him ferociously, recklessly, and there is no better reminder of that than now, when he's laid out before him, a magnificent work of art. Gaze tracing over the movement of his hand, itching to replace that with his mouth, Noctis is almost too distracted to register those sinfully sleek words, designed to pretty much go right to his dick and drive him mindless with pleasure.
Ignis has always had a talent for this, a gift for undoing another, and he utters a soft, low whine in the wake of all the lurid images and memories he inspires, igniting desire anew. His perfect view of his lover's dick, so thick and full and incredibly perfect that it inspires a passionate, playful boldness.
He's adjusting himself now, moving to get on his hands and knees, giving Ignis quite the view of his ass, firm and tight, balls still heavy, his cock hanging downwards, a smearing against the covers. It takes awhile, Noctis still weak from his injuries but he's nothing if not stubborn, arms trembling as he braces himself, exposed to full view.
Ignis likes fucking him, doesn't he? So here he is, Noctis presenting himself to him like he's his own private whore, fingers coming to spread himself for his view, that tight little ring of muscle just for him. ]
Is this what you want, sweetheart?
[ Endearments still don't come easily to him, but Noctis likes using it from time to time. ] Because I want so much to take your cock inside me all over again. I'm dying to milk every drop out of you when you fuck me so hard that I can't breathe.
[ He looks back at him over his shoulder, a wicked glint in his eye and a tug of a smirk on his mouth. Noctis might be recovering, but like hell he isn't going to tug a reaction out of his unflappable lover. ]
You want to use me when you come home, don't you? [ He strokes over his hole, gently easing it open just a little, a promise. He utters a shamelessly audible sound of pleasure, thumb pressing just inside of himself, light and tentative, more for Ignis' consumption than his own. ] All your come inside me, down my thighs. I'll take everything you give me, and I'll beg you for so much more.
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Even when they were younger, he'd always known Noctis as a good person, as someone who he would have no issue taking charge of everything. For someone like Ignis, who was ridiculously controlling about certain aspects of his life, Gladio had a term. You like Noct so much you'd let him organize your spice cabinet. At the time, it had been teasing, a sort of friendly mocking that hadn't existed for ten years, hadn't resurfaced until now. Ignis didn't remember what he responded with at the time but he was certain it was similarly on the nose and a blistering commentary on Gladiolus' life choices.
To know that the person he'd spent so much time loving returned it to the extent that they could have ridiculous phone sex not even a day away? That, on top of Noctis' filthy words was almost too much. Sweetheart. It works on him just as easily as darling seems to work on Noctis. Ignis' head tilts back and he smiles, torn between helpless fondness and genuine arousal. It's easier to laugh, now, since Noctis was back with them.
Reaching across the table for the tiny bottle of unscented hotel lotion, rather than spit into his hand, Ignis doesn't bother hiding his smile when he speaks. ]
I do want to use you when I'm home. Sometimes it hits me, you know. [ Ignis' tone goes softer, hating that this tiny screen is all he gets of Noctis, but still a little overwhelmed at the idea of having enough tomorrows that they can bear a few weeks apart. ] How lucky I am. How despite going so far for what will likely be a terribly boring event, I'm going to have you waiting for me when I get home, and I can show you just how much I missed you in person.
[ His tone has gone from filthy to soft, a slick hand curling over himself as he talks. Ignis makes a show of jerking himself off, slow and deliberate, slicker with the addition of the lotion and a little for Noctis' benefit. The neediness of Noctis making those noises and teasing himself open is perfect, he's perfect, but he's also going to overwork himself. Ignis could simply ask him settle, but he's going to be gone for a while and it does serve two purposes. The suggestion is phrased like a question, the word fucked murmured affectionate instead of mean edged with firm as it is when they play. This is new for both of them; Noctis needs to know it's a suggestion he can say no to. ] Absence makes the heart grow fonder, certainly, but Six help us if the King isn't fucked for a few weeks. What if I told you you had to wait? That the reason I'm on this trip is because you should be taking it easy on yourself, so you shouldn't overextend right now.
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Ignis is graceful even when he's doing something this unapologetically obscene, and the king finds that he's even more impossibly drawn to him, his smirk easing into a soft smile at those last words, how Ignis has never stopped worrying about him no matter the state of his arousal, and Prompto's right: Ignis is definitely the guy most likely to fuck you into the mattress and yet still find a way to mother you at the same time, a thing that makes Noctis chuckle just a little despite himself. A good, thorough fucking and fussing? Sounds about right.
But he would be lying if he doesn't say that he isn't the luckiest man in the world, to earn such a man's love and loyalty. Ignis' affection is its own reward, the suggestion couched so impeccably like a question that it curls in his chest and secures acquiescence from a king who, up until now, has never taken kindly to instruction. He relaxes, eased along by that smooth thoughtfulness and moves from his elbows and knees to settle onto his back, quietly relieved and aware that this is advice he should possibly take, especially when that maneuver's already taken quite a bit out of him.
Gladio would probably kill him if he finds out just what's transpired in here, the king expending himself in a passionate lover's tryst via video feed, but ultimately worth it. All worth it. He's sitting up now, picking up the phone and Ignis' pillow, curling protectively over it as it fits against his body, and he laughs softly, raising the phone up a little so it looks over at him, smiling face, dark hair fanned over the pillow and Noctis' eyes alight with desire and happiness. He'll get back to your regularly scheduled masturbating later, but let him enjoy this warm moment with Ignis. ]
I've even been thinking -- there should be a law against letting the King go without getting fucked by his royal Chamberlain for more than a week. [ Cheeky, and he's moving to touch himself again, easing into a comfortable rhythm Ignis sets. All right, this is better, less stressful on the still-healing body, and if all goes well he'll be up and about in a few days. ]
And I'm going to hold you to that, Iggy. You're going to be holed up in here with me the moment you return -- I suggest you hold off all meetings until the next afternoon, because waiting a whole month for you is going to make me pretty damn fond, and I'm very sure you won't be walking straight for awhile.
[ He brings the phone down, eases his legs open so his lover could get a good look at Noctis stroking himself. It's easy, it's intimate, and Noctis finds himself savoring every moment of this particular brand of playtime. He makes a soft, approving little noise. ] Have I ever told you how much I appreciate your charm?
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Noctis lifts the phone and adjusts it so it's less a show of his naked body and more of his face, the sight of him spread out against the pillows, bangs mussed, smiling. It's overwhelming all on its own and Ignis presses his own face into the pillows, laughing quietly at his own ridiculousness combined with Noctis'. They're hopeless. ]
Is that so? [ Ignis drags teeth over his bottom lip, biting back a low groan when he tightens his grip and strokes up slower, imagining it's Noctis' hand, that he's there with him. ] I can't say that I'd forward that request to the Council for approval, all things considered. Cor would never let me live it down.
[ It's no secret that they're together, of course, but Ignis is nothing if not discreet. The details of their relationship are for them and them alone; when in public, he's every inch the assistant to the crown that people see him as. It's only in private, or with Gladiolus or Prompto that Ignis allows himself little moments of physical affection, a press of his hand to Noctis' waist, a kiss to his temple. Still, the idea of that being submitted as an official request is an entertaining one. ]
I'll make sure that my entire day is free for the king to monopolize as is his right. And you may have mentioned it, but don't let me stop you from mentioning it once more.
[ The smile on his face shifts, slides into something a little less soft and fond and his lips part on the end of a gasp as he strokes a finger over his hole, teasing, and then trails his fingers back up. With Noct's voice it's easier to imagine him doing this to Ignis, that he's not alone in a hotel room an obscene number of miles away. ]
When I get home, I think we'll need more than a day for me to properly reacquaint myself with my king.
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[ Noctis hums softly, pausing on his own dick because it's not quite as interesting as watching Ignis get himself off, sparking a surge of potent arousal because by the Six he loves it when Ignis is teasing over his hole. And that just about sends Noctis into another wild spiral down the filthiest memory lane. No, as much as Noctis jokes about it -- this is all just theirs; he will keep Ignis for himself, his kisses, his sighs and touches. He has loved Ignis all his life, no way he will let anyone catch more than a glimpse of what they have together. Noctis is possessive when he puts his mind to it, and he would willingly shed everything else as long as Ignis is by his side. ]
Do you remember all the times I tamed you, spread you open and licked my way inside you? You on your hands and knees like I was just now, and I had the greatest view of your ass.
[ And how Noctis had slid inside of him and felt like he'd fucking touched heaven. Ignis had felt so good and he'd looked and sounded even better. He's leaning forward now, a glint of command in his eye. That soft gasp and those parted lips do one hell of a lot to him, and Noctis isn't going to settle for a gentle go at it just yet. He wants to please Ignis, wants to watch him get off, because it's the one time he gets to see that stunningly handsome face given over to pleasure.
Countries would wage war to claim Ignis, he thinks, if they knew what he looked like when he comes. ]
Tighten your hand around your cock. I do that just a little faster, you know. And I love the sound you always make when I swipe my thumb over it, right there --
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[ It's hard to sound arch when his breath hitches like that, but he gives it his best shot, watching Noctis lean into the frame, listening to the way his voice shifts when he gives orders. There's no question that he gets off on ordering the king around in the bedroom; there are no words for the thrill that goes through him when watching Noctis get on his knees for whatever Ignis wants to give him. When Noctis gets that tone, though, Ignis wants to melt.
He doesn't get bratty in the bedroom, doesn't test boundaries like Noctis is prone to. Instead, he sets his attention to executing the order set out in front of him with the same furious determination that he does everything with.
His hand tightens, he speeds up a touch and his thumb strokes over the wet tip of his cock, just a touch of pressure and a drag down and like clockwork, Ignis' breath slithers out of him as a sigh of Noctis' name, played up just a little bit to make sure he hears it. He is tamed, though. Noctis smooths out all his rough edges without even trying. ]
Another time I'll give you that view, when we have less of a pressing, mmh, schedule, and maybe I've obtained a toy to tide me over while I wait to come home to you.
[ There's no point in holding back on orgasm; he doesn't try to delay it any longer, speeding up a touch, his hand sliding audibly over his cock, fucking up into it greedily. When he does orgasm, it's after just a few moments of that, and with another quiet version of Noctis' name; he's in a hotel, the walls may be thinner than he'd like, it's best to be safe. Come spills over his hand, on the inside of one thigh, over his belly and the mess of it is vaguely irritating, but he makes a show of it, stroking his come-slick fingers over his cock, the line of his belly. His hand gropes a moment for a tissue and once he's cleaned up his fingers, he takes the phone and rests it closer so he gets a better look at Noctis. ]
Fair's fair, Noct.
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[ Noctis teases him wickedly, because there's nothing he loves more than Ignis' vivid capitulation, how he applies himself so fully to Noctis' every command, faithful and devoted to the last. It's incredibly arousing, Ignis' smooth obedience, and how he looks like he's seconds away from melting when Noctis takes control, demanding nothing less than his absolute submission -- rewarding Ignis handsomely, lavishly for it.
But then his attention is completely arrested when Ignis comes, and there is everything sensuous about something so obscene, when he spills all over his fingers and Noctis aches to lap up every drop, to run his tongue over his thigh and stomach, to lick his fingers clean when he's done. ]
When you come home to me, [ He promises quietly, eyes darkened with desire. What a waste, that he's not there to clean him up, to make him tremble under his hungry lips. ] I'm not wasting one drop.
[ He looks back at him steadily, leaning back against the pillows with a soft sigh, lips parted as he starts to jerk himself off in earnest, long fluid thrusts. ] A toy, huh? Tell me what you like, sweetheart. Tell me what gets you off.
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[ It's a quiet rumble of agreement as Ignis sinks back into the plush pillows and lets himself well and truly relax. Now that he's holding his phone he needs his other hand for the wine glass, because he knows what Noct wants and it always takes a little something to get his tongue loose enough to feel as if he's any good at it.
Plus, it feels ridiculously decadent, lounging mostly naked in a hotel, watching his lover put on a show for him while he drinks wine. It is ridiculously decadent and he can't find it in himself to regret it. Not when Noctis is talking so hungrily about what he wants, touching himself. There's nothing to regret, not when Noctis looks that good, despite everything. ]
This, of course. But I was thinking something simple, no frills or features. Something I can ride for you when I'm away, or for me when I miss how good you feel inside me. I used to own two, one that vibrated and one that didn't. Anything too...large or ostentatious ran the risk of being found when we were traveling. Not quite the fireside talk any of us wanted. [ A pause, a quirk of his lips behind the wine glass, voice dropping lower. ] Except you. I'll pick up one tomorrow. It's good, but it's not as good as your cock, Noct. I jerked off this morning in the shower, thinking about what I was going to do to you when I got home. It hadn't even been a day.
[ And he wanted Noctis that much. These weeks are going to kill him, he's absolutely ordering a toy for when he returns home. Six help him but he's meant to do it a half dozen times when they were rebuilding but it was never actually a priority.
Ignis keeps the video on his phone but settles his wine down to pick up the tablet from earlier. A few quick flicks of a button and he's set up a discreet box to be delivered to Noctis' room with a note to open in private, I. It won't be the same toy as he'll get now, but it's close enough to what he really likes that he feels no guilt in spending a little extra to have it ordered to Noctis directly, just so no one else gets into it. He'll let it be a surprise for their next call. ] You're gorgeous, and as soon as I watch you come we can add that to the list.
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The idea of Ignis pushing a sex toy up inside of him, bent over the counter and stealing private moments for himself -- the idea of him getting off to his toys, surreptitious and horny as hell, well, that's about the last straw because it takes five, six more strokes before he's arching back, losing the thread of their conversation and coming, climaxing all over his fingers.
He's spilling into his hand, his thighs, dripping onto the sheets beneath him as he murmurs his name. He's shuddering as he rides out his orgasm, come spilling with every pulse of his cock. He's thinking of Ignis jerking himself off in the shower, coming all over those tiles as water cascaded over his fine skin, those muscles.
Thankfully, Noctis had retained enough presence of mind to keep the video trained on his dick and his expressions, giving him a clear view of everything that's happening. So wrapped up he is in his imagination that he's oblivious to just what Ignis is so skillfully arranging for him as he slumps back into his pillows, flushed pink and exhausted, licking some of it off his fingers before he's reaching for tissues. ]
Add what to the list again? [ He asks dazedly, sure it's got something to do with either sex toys, orgasms, plenty of Ignis' kinky ideas, or a mix of all three. ] That was -- that was really good.
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Still, even the attempt at phonesex worthwhile, especially when Noctis makes those little noises and he can tell the moment that he's about to come.
It's a strange thing to know someone's body so intimately; Ignis practically purrs his approval, watching his chest rise and fall, watching the way he goes tense, and fucks up into his own hand, coming in thick pulses over himself. He wants to be there to clean it up just like Noctis mentioned, but the sight of him licking his own hand clean like that is a thrill all on its own. ]
The list of things that gets me off. [ His lips twitch up into a wicked little smile before it's hidden by the wine glass once more. ] And it was. But now, you're going to change into something comfortable and get ready for bed so you don't over-extend yourself needlessly. I'll stay on the phone until you go to sleep, if you like.