nascere | LET'S PLAY {open post}

LET'S PLAY {open post}

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

[ Having phone sex in a hotel with the king and savior of the world is not quite where Ignis anticipated his dedication to the crown going, but it isn't as if he's particularly upset by it. Logically, he knows he should be careful; he keeps his voice quiet just in case as there's no need to give anyone any sort of blackmail material, but their phone lines are secured. Besides, it isn't as if they ever had a chance to get up to this sort of thing while traveling, or in the ten years of darkness where they relied on radio rather than cell phones.

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.

Oh, yeah.

[ 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 --

Tamed me? As if I'm an unruly animal.

[ 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.

You're my unruly animal.

[ 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.

Only yours.

[ 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.

[ Never had Noctis thought that listening to Ignis talk about his preference for sex toys would be this arousing, but here they are, with Noctis an avid listener, stroking himself just a little faster. Ignis' words are their own kind of magic, weaving a whole host of lurid images that Noctis finds himself sinking into, conjuring explicit images of Ignis using them on himself dangerously close to where they could have heard him.

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.

[ He'll be the first to admit he's not the best at phone sex. He's attempted it...twice? Maybe? He wouldn't even call the first one a true attempt. He's got no issues articulating what he wants in the bedroom of course, but when it comes to Noctis not being anywhere near him it's...odd. Saying things like fucked and jerked off will always be odd to him but it isn't as if there's a classier but not too clinical term.

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.

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