nascere | LET'S PLAY {open post}

What's the word for promise and a threat?

[ Noctis asks him cheekily, squirming with pleasure at that name. Oh, he really, really loves that name -- and he probably would've demanded for it to be changed if he isn't that certain that it would cause a constitutional crisis that they're better off not dealing with. Also, he quite fancies Ignis Lucis Caelum, too, and he whispers that wickedly in his ear before that that ass-squeeze makes him gasp.

To think, Noctis had refused to let him run his hands down in his spine in the earlier days of their relationship, self-conscious when shirtless before him. The scars had been ugly, an unsightly thing that Noctis had always tried to hide, but now; now he shivers when he strokes over it.

He kisses him back just as passionately, and trails his mouth down his throat when Ignis talks about summer weddings, and more importantly, fishing. He can do with everything else but he likes the idea of getting to fish, and he groans softly, tightening his grip on their dicks and rocking up into him. ] 's only a few months away, Mr. Lucis Caelum. [ Also, because all blood's gone right to his cock: ] Where's the lube?

I'm certain there's a specific word for it.

[ Ignis says and he's terribly earnest, but utterly distracted when he realizes that all of this means that Noctis will, effectively, take his name. It's not that he has any strong attachment to his name; it's just a name, the same as Noctis' is, but it's the meaning behind it. Pleased, Ignis squirms when the variation is mentioned, flushed and happy beyond all reason.

The good thing about being so hugely in the public eye is that they'll have to have a wedding and a honeymoon that is displayed for the masses. What it means is that after-- after they can have what's meant just for them. Maybe, he'll ask Noctis to marry him in a small courthouse and with just one person to witness, or at the very least, those most important.

After, they'll have to have the wedding that is meant for everyone else, that is for public consumption. But this....this they can save for themselves.

This is theirs. Ignis squirms under the heat of Noctis' mouth, throat bobbing with another swallow and a laugh, fucking up into the hand cupping his too-hard dick. ] Drawer, drawer, come now Noct, it's not moved since we last used it, hurry.

Why the hell do we keep putting it back in the drawer?

[ Noctis complains, stretching above him to reach for it, fumbling to open it again and wrestle it out, which is a lot of work when you have the most stunning man in Eos writhing and thrusting up into your hand and demanding that you fuck him quickly. Which, really, Noctis more than wants to live with for the rest of his life.

He doesn't care for the spectacle they have to put on for the masses -- all that matters is what he has with Ignis, and logistics for the wedding are at the last on his mind (he's definitely up for a small, intimate ceremony, and maybe he could take Ignis out on the water after that). Right now he's popping open the tube and smearing out a generous amount, tossing the tube aside and slicking up his dick with a low groan. ]

Are you always this impatient? [ He's teasing, reaching down to spread him open, two fingers pressing between those tight, firm cheeks, index finger lightly breaching him, fingertip nudging inside in a bid to be gentle. ]

Because Cecilia is a perfectly lovely woman who no doubt understands that we get up to certain activities and no doubt endorses it, but I, ah, like to pretend there's a level of separation, there.

[ While Noctis' hands are occupied with more important tasks such as fetching the lube and touching him, Ignis splays both hands over his chest, over the steady beat of his heart and lingers there a moment. It's not particularly sexual but it is intimate, in a way and he smiles lazily as his hands slide down.

By the time Noctis has obtained the lube, Ignis' hands have stroked down the front of him, palms sliding over his nipples and he's spread his thighs to the point of muscles burning faintly. Good is the feeling of him with his legs hitched around Noctis' waist.

Positively amazing is the sensation of his legs hitched up around Noctis', heels digging in, greedily pressing him close as two fingers push into him. His back arches with a throaty little groan and he does his best to relax, to make this as easy as humanly possible, not bothering to hide the throaty, approving noises as Noctis' fingers sink into him to the knuckle and fill him. ]

Am I impatient he asks, as if the king doesn't expect his whims to be obeyed on a a whim.

You need to stop talking about other people when I'm about to fuck you.

[ Because just no, Iggy. He especially doesn't want to know about other people knowing that they have a very exciting and vigorous sex life, no matter his proclivity for semi-exhibitionism. It's one thing to get off on the risk of being caught; it's another thing entirely to know that other people are thinking about you and your other half making the beast with two backs.

But he's grinning, feral and predatory when he hears those lovely, approving noises. He gets off to Ignis' enjoyment, basks in it shamelessly as he moves above him, slick finger sinking deep at his bidding. And oh, oh, fuck he's so good and tight and hot, taking him in so greedily that he swears he'll lose his mind when his dick finally gets to press inside him. He's always good like this, inciting the most primal of responses, and his other hand comes to urge his thighs higher, opening him up nicely.

When one finger is completely inside, he tries with the second, testing the waters and kissing him deeply. Relax, he wants to tell him, smiling against his mouth -- but he supposes Ignis already knows. ]

[ It's visceral, instinctive, to want to thank Noctis for the attention he's being paid. It's also utterly ridiculous; it isn't as if Noctis hasn't been knuckles deep in him before, hasn't been cock deep in him before, but this feels...different. They weren't engaged. This is new, and strange in the utterly best of ways.

Ignis parts his thighs wider and sinks back into the ridiculously soft fluff of the pillows around him, torn between thinking that he doesn't need such niceties and that the king of Lucis is entirely welcome to them. Of course, a few moments later, it isn't as if it matters.

One finger sinks into him and it's good, Ignis can press kisses to his cheeks and the bridge of his nose and shiver with it. Two, slick and searching and he squirms underneath, breathless and approving, clenching hot around the fingers inside him. He's not slick and open like he would be had they done this last night, but it also doesn't matter. Nothing matters - he loves Noctis more than anything else in the world and he isn't inclined to wait. Not when two fingers in and a tongue between his lips is so perfect he could expire.

He isn't the type of romantic who thinks my body was made for you but he is the sort who parts his thighs and rolls his hips up into exploratory touches, moans swallowed between kisses. If his body was made for Noctis', it'd make sense as to why he's driven crazy by just a few moments of slick fingers and promise. Murmured into Noctis' mouth like a promise, a confession: ]

I want to feel it.

[ This feels different because it is different, it's everything he's ever wanted and more -- and perhaps their engagement lends their coupling a significant potency now that they're promised to each other, pledged to spend the rest of their lives together. Ignis is lovingly pliant and eager, rousing Noctis' fiercer instincts, possessive and dominant. Two fingers in and he's practically mewling for it, moans swallowed against Noctis' hungry mouth, and he smiles.

Ignis is magnificent like this, and he presses down into him generously, fucking him with his fingers in long thrusts to make sure he's accustomed to him. There is a pleasure in having him so tight and hot, slicking him up inside and knowing that Ignis is enjoying every moment of it. He growls softly at that confession, every word of that going right to his dick -- surely Ignis must know the effect he has on him, how Noctis would do anything for his sake, how he would give him the world if only he asked. He's buck-wild underneath Noctis and it's the most beautiful thing he's ever beheld, and even in this he doesn't stop teasing him, playful and wicked. ]

What do you want to feel, sweetheart? My fingers or my cock? [ He's not given over to dirty talk often, but years of them doing this together has cultivated a particular proclivity in Noctis, something buried that comes out only in moments like these, when his own self-control is nearing tatters, fraying rapidly in the face of Ignis' unfettered desire. ]

[ To think, this is what they survived everything for. He had fought and killed and pushed his way through the ten years of dark with determination, a little spite and hope that whatever they were willing to do to get to this point would be worth it. It was, a thousand times over, of course. The world was saved and the darkness vanquished. Noctis lived to see another day. He'd just sort of assumed that he'd serve at his side where and when possible and that would be that, but to have this -- to be spilled back on the bed with his lover, his king bent over him, sleep-rumpled and wonderful, means more than he can say.

We've earned this, he thinks, and tilts his head back, baring the pale column of his throat while he twists and groans underneath him. He's earned the right to let moans spill from his throat unchecked, earned the right to pretend that they're just two people about to get married rather than the men they are; he can let himself go a little, can't he? ]

Both. [ Ignis sighs the word into the next kiss, well aware he ought to move, ought to return the favor, so one hand slides down and cups Noctis' cock, sliding over it slickly as he tightens down onto Noctis' fingers with a wicked little smirk, thighs trembling. ] Anything my king wants to give me, anything Noctis Scientia wants to give me.

[ They've definitely earned this. Every step, every move and every sacrificed they made had led up to this, and even now a part of him is still afraid to believe in it, to know that in addition to bringing the daylight, they can have each other. Noctis hasn't actually planned for things to go this far, this well, as if every day that passed had been one on borrowed time.

He doesn't realize it until now that he finally, finally can have what he's always desired, happiness and bliss for himself and for Ignis, and his mouth trails down the elegant line of his throat, tracking kisses and little bites as he savors the shameless sounds the other man makes. How exquisite, how perfect; in here they are just two people hopelessly in love with each other, engaged and about to be married, and the knowledge of that is overwhelming.

When Ignis cups his dick and has a good grip on it, Noctis looks up. Now is probably not a good time to have a revelation, especially when he has two fingers inside of his lover, his dick in his hand, and the words Noctis Scientia knocking around in his head, so fucking hot that he swears he's going to march out after this and demand his name be changed despite the high probability of causing a constitutional crisis. ]

Iggy. [ He says suddenly, pausing, unable to keep his own emotions in check. Noctis had never really stopped to think about it -- had always kept on moving because that's what's asked of him, what a king should do. But now... ] Iggy, we made it, didn't we? All of this, everything we've done. I get to spend my life with you. It's... real, right?

[ Nobody will take this away from them, right? Noctis can finally have one good thing for himself, right? ]

[ When they were younger and Ignis was less disciplined, he had hated the idea of earning something based upon arbitrary standards that you couldn't ever fully understand if it wasn't documented. He hated the idea of spontaneity, of things happening without rhyme or reason. Sometimes, if he was good at his studies, he'd be given a surprise like ice cream afterward. There was never any indication as to why and it'd always irritated him fiercely; if he knew why he was being rewarded he could duplicate his actions and that would be that. Instead, he was left guessing.

Who would have thought that twenty years later, Ignis would be squirming on the fingers of his king, his husband to be and absolutely none of this is planned. With the introduction of Noctis into his life, spontaneity had followed. He realized why the teachers and his parents had surprised him with little things rather than letting him grow complacent, because he did the same thing to Noctis. His favorite dessert, a shirt he'd been eyeing at the mall, a thousand little gifts that cost no time or effort, really, but were noticed and Ignis wanted to give them to Noctis because he could. Because love wasn't just about meeting certain goals and checking things off a list; it was messy and strange and raw.

We made it, Ignis thinks, and eases the steady stroke of his hand on Noctis' erection, his free hand sliding up to cup the line of his jaw, stroking affectionately. ] We made it. We made it, we're here, we have a countless number of mornings for me to bring you breakfast in bed, to go to sleep with you and wake up to you in the morning.

[ Ignis presses a flurry of kisses to his cheeks, his forehead, his chin, his lips. An endless number of mornings to give him small surprises, to make sure that Noctis never doubts that Ignis loves him with everything that he is as a person. ]

[ Oh, that sounds so good. It sounds almost too good to be true, but all he has to do is look in Ignis' eyes to know that they're really doing this, that finally, this is reality instead of some wild fantasy they'd wake up from at any time. He rocks into him with a soft groan, leaning into his touch hungrily. He can't have enough of him, does Ignis know that? For all the little things that Ignis has poured into his life, the treats and the gifts -- it's Ignis himself that he treasures the most, his loyalty and love everything he's ever needed.

He kisses him back just as fiercely, passionately chasing after him before he gently moves his hand from his cock, removing his fingers to guide his dick inside of him. He nudges the head of it against that tight entrance; Ignis should be ready to take him with some help, and he guides Ignis' hand to his own cock instead, wanting to distract him from the inevitable discomfort. ]

And we have so many, many opportunities for me to make love to you. [ His words are a little strained -- it's hard to sound relaxed when you want nothing more than to fuck the man you love most in the world. Especially when he's just promised you everything you've ever wanted. ]

[ Ignis watches his king with the softest look on his face, drinking in the sight of him. It's not fair just how much he loves this man; he didn't think he was capable of loving someone else so much, so fully. Noctis has always had that effect on him, though; he pushes Ignis to be more, to achieve more, to experience a thousand things he'd never considered in the first place, all before lunch. They better each other, two halves of the same whole. ]

Yes, this, too.

[ Ignis doesn't laugh. Not because it isn't funny, not because he isn't terribly fond of Noctis, but because he doesn't have a bit of breath left to dedicate to the effort. Noctis' fingers withdraw and he murmurs his protest, but then, then Noctis is guiding the damp head of his cock, slick with precome and lube against Ignis' hole and pushing. It is always a little bit uncomfortable, but that's sex. He adjusts with a leg hitched around Noctis' waist, a hand braced on the bed to shift his weight a little bit and then melts into it, there's no other word for it. His own cock is forgotten, unimportant when faced with broad shoulders and too-blue eyes over him. Ignis cups his face with both hands after wiping one onto the sheets, and tugs him in for a kiss, as fierce as it is warm. ]

So many opportunities for you to spill coffee on the comforter when I bring breakfast. To -- aah, Gods, I forget sometimes just how good you feel inside me.

[ It's a casual but half-shocked little aside, Ignis' back arching, body twisting in a sinuous little stretch. Softly, with all the meaning he can pack into three little words: ]

I love you.

[ Six, just look at him. Ignis arches so sensuously, stretching like that and it takes his breath away, renders Noctis unable to think for a precious few moments as he pushes the head of his cock inside, gaining on him inch by inch as he stifles a low groan at how his body's taking him. Ignis is impossibly tight and hot, and he's pretty sure he's going to be out of his mind when he finally gets to seat himself fully inside of his lover's body.

To watch him enjoy this is its own kind of magic, a bliss that he's fortunate to witness -- unable to tear his eyes off him, he laughs softly, breathlessly before he runs his clean hand through Ignis' hair, mussing it up more than he already has because just look at him. The beauty of his soft gaze and parted lips, the way this view is meant only for him, precious and priceless. Noctis would gladly give his life over and over if only he can preserve this moment between them.

Ignis melts, and Noctis is the one to hold him together, strong and unyielding when he buries himself inside of him fully now, overwhelmed by the sheer sensation of Ignis' eager acceptance, his body sheathed so wholly, so perfectly around him that he cannot imagine another in his place. No, it's him, it's always been him. ]

Love you too. [ He manages, strained as he braces against him, keeping Ignis pinned underneath him. Returning that ferociously warm kiss with a shamelessly openmouthed one of his own, he grins against those lips. ] You asking me to fuck you more often? Because I can. [ And oh, he wants to. He really wants to. As much as he loves taking Ignis' cock inside him, melting in his arms -- he enjoys this immensely, too. How often can he manage to get Ignis all weak-kneed for him like this, pliant and willing like an eager kitten? ]

[ He doesn't need any help to relax into it; this, being intimate with Noctis, is as easy as breathing sometimes. His body knows Noctis' like they were made for each other, two halves of the same whole with Gladiolus, Prompto and everyone else around them to balance it out. Noctis bottoms out and Ignis finally, finally catches his breath, not quite sure when he'd stopped breathing. A shuddery little sigh and he tilts his head into the hand curling through his hair, closing his eyes to savor it.

He absolutely doesn't miss being blind, but sometimes, he has to take moments like this and bask in them, eyes closed, drinking in just how lucky he is to have this, to have him despite everything that's happened. Despite all of the odds being stacked against them, they survived. Lucis' king lives and breathes and fights another day and Ignis is going to marry him.

Right now, though, the king of Lucis is going to fuck him, so he stretches underneath, hooking both legs around Noctis' waist to drag him in close and shivers when his cock is pressed between their bellies. ]

Shall I make a formal request through your Chamberlain? Perhaps complain to him that you're not seeing to all of your duties as, mnnh, thoroughly as you could be?

[ Ignis runs his tongue over his bottom lip, tone too careful and idle to be anything but teasing. His legs flex and he digs his heels into Noctis' lower back, but doesn't give him any room to thrust; instead, he clenches around him again and rolls his hips the little bit that he's able to, like the sensation of being full is just too much to give up. His right hand skims down, tweaking a nipple and Ignis looks up at him through his lashes, smirking. ]

I'd hate for the king to overexert himself.

[ It's so easy with him, so smooth and intimate -- he knows every note of him, revels in every moan and every arch, the infinite tenderness and wickedness both that ensnare and captivate. Noctis is wholly, unapologetically his, and despite the intense sensations surging inside him, despite Noctis greedily taking in the sight of him, so full of Noctis and so lost to pleasure-- he cannot help but make a soft little mock-annoyed noise.

He loves moments like these, playful and endearing, when Ignis is so stunning he cannot breathe and Noctis chases after him, smitten and so enamoured. He shifts his ass higher and gives it a good proper slap. Overexert himself, really? ]

Loosen up, you jerk. I'm going to show you how I can go for hours.

[ He probably can, where Ignis is concerned -- turns out aside from his great love for fishing, pets, video games and comic books, he really loves sex with Ignis as well, insatiable and wild and demanding all at once, and he's not ashamed to put him through his paces. ] I'll show you thorough.

[ He growls, a wicked note in his voice, urging him up against the bed, impossibly turned on by the way he clenches around him like he's dying to milk him dry, and Noctis has to struggle to keep himself sane. Trying to move, his hand comes to close over his dick, cupping his balls with lazy fondness and sliding his thumb up the underside of his shaft. He feels so good and thick, and he thinks if anyone had the world's most perfect cock, it's going to be Ignis. ] You'd better have shifted all our meetings to the late afternoon.

[ The noise gets a slow smile in response, Ignis fully cognizant of what he's doing to Noctis and enjoying every minute of it. But, even his patience has its end and for all that he's baked extra time into their schedules to allow for this, they should actually move forward so that they aren't pressed for time. The kingdom doesn't stop just because the both of them want to get lost in each other, which is a damned shame. ]

Promises, promises. Maybe I'll hold you to that on honeymoon. Hours away from everyone else and their requests--

[ Oh, they're moving. Ingis shifts, accommodating so that they can adjust and stretches out a leg before it can cramp fully, grimacing faintly as the muscles go tight and his knee aches, acting up. The ache fades a few moments later and Noctis' hand slides down, smooths over his dick once more and yes, yes, he's absolutely done playing with him because it's just as hard on Ignis to hold back when all he wants is Noctis to fucking move.

Blunt nails dig into Noctis' shoulder and Ignis plants his feet into the bed instead, thighs wide so Noctis has room to move, the invitation clear. ]

We have time, at least until after lunch.

Edited 2018-01-02 00:39 (UTC)

[ Does Noctis miss that little moment where he cramps? No. No, he doesn't. ] Looks like you're getting a little old there, buddy. Do we need a pillow for your back?

[ Pure, unadulterated mischief, but he doesn't hesitate the moment the invitation is offered, because he's moving swiftly, pulling out and surging deep into him, building up the rhythm with a force that he knows Ignis likes. Oh, he loves it when they go hard, and the king takes his pleasure, returning it just as generously when he doesn't hold back.

It's really something to get to make love to him, bent over Ignis and admiring everything about him, the desire in those eyes, the hitch in his breath, how Ignis' body seems so reluctant to let him pull out. He moves, aggressive and dominant; his mind filled only with how Ignis moves against him as well, how his cock fills out so nicely in his hand. He will never stop desiring him, never stop wanting him, and he leans down to kiss him hard, pouring all his love and passion into it -- willing Ignis to know, to understand the depth of his love for him. ]

[ There's a different sort of sex that's had when you love someone. Not that Ignis would consider himself particularly well practiced at sex with a variety of people, but in his limited pool, he feels confident in saying that it's something else entirely when you love someone wholly and completely.

His own orgasm is barely a consideration in the end. The teasing is familiar and Ignis pinches a nipple to make up for it, but besides the hand on his cock, blatantly appreciative, he's not focused on his own orgasm. If anything, he's far more focused on watching Noctis, letting himself take what he's given while his hands wander all that bare flesh, openly appreciative, admiring. Sex with someone you love is something he doesn't even have words for. It's the emotional connection that's most staggering; he looks up at Noctis, kissing him back just as eagerly, hungrily, letting the kiss muffle the sounds that he makes when each wethot slide of Noctis' cock sinks into him, the feeling overwhelming in the best possible ways.

Iloveyouiloveyouiloveyou. It's a mantra in the back of his mind as Noctis fucks soft little hitches of breath and approving groans out of him while his hands stay busy, digging into the meat of Noctis' ass both appreciatively and because it's lovely to feel those muscles flex with each thrust. It's different than the I've been gone for a few days and I missed you, let's have sex right now moments or the stolen handfuls of time in the nearest unoccupied room. It's not routine, but it's so comfortable that Ignis drops a hand down to touch himself and comes after a few strokes, shivering, breathing Noctis' name. It's good like this - Noctis' fucking him to and through orgasm, his thighs trembling with the force of it, throat working in a harsh swallow. ]

Keep going --

[ Noctis laughs softly and squirms at that nipple pinch, and settles to push into him, warm and full of love and impossibly fond. Their bodies are coming together in perfect sync with every thrust and pull, and he finds it tremendously delicious just how the lurid, obscene sounds of their lovemaking punctuate their scattered groans.

This, all of this -- it's everything Noctis has ever dreamed of and then some; a powerful, potent connection to his beloved, sinking inside him and losing himself in his embrace. Noctis forgets himself, and he's smiling when Ignis comes, so gorgeous when he unravels before him, vulnerable and open the way he's never been with anyone. This is special, it's all theirs and Noctis knows he will never trade this with the world. ]

I love you. [ He breathes against his lips, kissing him so deeply that he forgets himself. ] I love you so much. Gods, you're so fucking beautiful.

[ And everything else falls away but the both of them. He feels Ignis' body clamp down on him so sweetly, how his come spurts warm streaks against his fingers and both their stomachs. He's folded over him so intimately, loathe to lose any point of contact. He brings his hand up to lick his fingers clean, making him watch as he feels himself pitch helplessly towards completion, the kind of absolution only Ignis can give.

Keep going, he says, and Noctis fucks him harder through his orgasm, knowing just how oversensitive and overstimulated he is -- can he make him come again, can he drag another one out of him?

Cupping his face with his clean hand as he grinds deep inside him, he pulls out completely, reluctant but knowing how much he needs it. ]

Up. [ He commands, voice rough. ] On your hands and knees, sweetheart.

[ Orgasm always leaves him trembling and a little off-kilter. For some, it might be energizing, but for him, sex one of the few times where none of his walls are up and he lets himself enjoy something for the simple sake of enjoying it, enjoying Noctis. He could, honestly, curl up and go to sleep when they're done, savoring the knowledge that there's a ring on his fingers and a man who is so desperately in love with him and he in love in return.

He's repeating the words back to Noctis though it's muffled by the press of their lips against each other, licking into Noctis' mouth with a hungry little sound as he's pushed into the bed, thighs aching in the best possible way. Between them, come smears on Noctis' belly when they press this close and he can't find it in himself to apologize, not when he doesn't mean it, not when Noctis is licking his fingers clean and Ignis' cock gives a twitch in response. Six, but he's attractive, ridiculously so.

Better still is that Noctis doesn't question the order; he works his hips harder, sinks in deep and grinds, ripping a ragged, soft noise of shock from him when his cock presses in perfectly and Ignis' own aches at the feeling in the best possible way. Then: he slides out and the loss of him is enough to get him to make a protesting noise that's remarkably similar to when Noctis doesn't want to get up in the morning. Still, the promise of more is enough to animate him and gingerly, he rises up and eyes the wet spot the coffee's left with a sigh.

Reorienting himself on the bed, he places himself on his hands and knees as instructed, forearms braced so he won't press into the headboard with the thrusts but so he can also brace himself against it, fucking back onto him when he settles in. One hand slips back, traces between his own thighs and he holds himself open, ass up, back arched, presenting himself for his king, two fingers sliding against where his entrance is slick with lube, flushed from the attention earlier and he dips them inside himself with a throaty little groan, playing it up for show. A little coy, maybe, he tilts his head to the side so he can look over his shoulder at Noctis, fingers playing over the slickness of his hole. ]

Unless His Majesty has something else to do, I believe he was in the middle of something. [ A pause, a smirk hidden into sheets. ] Someone.

His Majesty's currently busy getting inside his royal fiance.

[ Not chamberlain, not adviser, not anything else but lover and partner, the man he's about to marry. Eyes dark with desire and nearly savage with the powerful need to claim, to possess and take and have -- and Ignis is everything that sparks the wildest things in him, rousing and more tempting than he's ever seen him.

Oh, just look. Just look at him opening himself for Noctis, that lovely little ring of muscle he's just recently thrust so hard into, flushed pink and gently swollen with how hard they'd gone earlier. He's slick and more than ready, and he slinks up against him, a hand sliding over his hip and pressing his chest to his back, sealing the distance between them. He's nudging his fingers away, making a note to make Ignis do that for him later -- just like this, sliding a toy inside himself and coming while he watches. Won't that be something?

Even like this, Noctis cannot help but be enthralled by the way he entices him, and he slides into him, thick and slippery and hot and so hard he aches with it. He's trembling with pleasure, and sinking back inside that gloriously tight ass makes him just short of crazy. By the Six he feels so fucking good that his toes curl, and he leans down to growl in his ear, teeth against his earlier with a hunger only he can sate: ]

I'm going to make you come over and over again, my love.

[ My love, the word sounds so new, so special, and he breathes him in, sex and sweat as he reaches around to wrap around his softened cock, working to jerk him off steadily, mercilessly. Right now He wants to fuck Ignis so hard that they both see stars; he's raw and uncontrolled, intoxicated by everything his husband-to-be offers him so readily.

His thrusts are harder, slamming up inside him halfway in, every stroke-pull of his cock rubbing up inside him at a new angle, deeper and drawing against sensitive nerve endings, brushing up where he knows that particular sweet spot is. ] Gonna behave for me?

Ah, well, I'd hate to interrupt him when His Majesty is occupied with such a strenuous task.

[ Fiance. Ignis would be lying if he said that word alone didn't get him going, the meaning behind it, the promise of a ring on his finger and the knowledge that they'd be together in every single way they could be. Some would probably claim that it's all ambition on Ignis' part, given his closeness to the crown since childhood, but that much is absurd; his dedication is to Noctis, throne or no throne.

Beneath him, the bed shifts with Noctis' weight moving closer, the wet tip of his dick sliding against his hole, catching and the push of it, the way he feels himself spread to accommodate the thick length of him is obscene. Ignis doesn't bite the pillow but he does grope out a hand to press against the headboard and brace himself while his other folds underneath him so he can press his face into the curve of his elbow. Part of him wishes he could see it - with the fact that he can see again, he finds that he wants to look at everything humanly possible. Maybe, he thinks, they could make a video. Host it on a private server, or just use a disposable phone or ensure their faces aren't in the frame. There's options.

Right now, he doesn't want to think about anything at all except for the fact that Noctis' body is folding in over him, and then there's the threat, the promise, and it makes Ignis shudder a sigh into the curve of his arm, pushing back against him. My love. Ignis fully intends to say something, but Noctis beats him to it with a hand curling over his dick, stroking over it easily when it's slick with his spend already. That, in conjunction with the steady roll of Noctis' hips, the press of him deep and hot and overwhelming and then the angle of it, is enough to have Ignis' fingernails digging into the plush headboard. He tries to push back on every thrust, rolling his hips, riding his dick as best as he can while like this. ]

I-- hah, ah, don't know. I'm debating it. There are merits to misbehaving.

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[ That particular consideration earns Ignis a slap to the bottom for his troubles before Noctis follows it up with a particular hard thrust, balls-deep inside his lover -- he loves that Ignis is in a frisky mood, so inviting and so eager that it erodes just about everything important about Noctis' self control. He's rocking back against him so enthusiastically that Noctis has to keep a good grip on his hip to slow him down, remind him who's in control here.

But that's proving difficult when he's endlessly fascinated by the line and arch of Ignis' back, the comely ripple of the muscles in his broad shoulders, and by the Six there is no one as exquisite as Ignis is, no one who can captivate him this way. The slick-slide of his cock inside of him only serves to intensify everything, and he's biting gently at his ear, trailing kisses down to his throat.

It's a good, thorough fucking that he gives him, long and deep, obscenely so -- he loves everything about how Ignis submits and gives himself over to him, how he surrenders and yet still invites greater passion. He's jerking him off in matching strokes, pleased at how he's already getting up after that particular orgasm.

Noctis is close, but not close enough to disregard Ignis' pleasure, not yet, and his words are a growl, rough with fraying control. ] Look at you. You're spoiling for it.

[ Ignis' whole body jolts at the slap and the noise he makes isn't one of protest, that much is for certain. It's quickly followed by another one - a throaty, shocked little nnh! when Noctis sinks deep, teasing at his ear and then holds his hips, makes him take it instead of trying to speed things up.

Outside the bedroom, every line of his suit is perfectly pressed, his gloves are tugged and fastened appropriately, not a hair is out of place. Inside, there's nothing Ignis loves more than letting Noctis mess up every single bit of him that's so perfectly arranged. He hates messes as a whole - the cleaning of them, the look of them, but when Noctis puts his mind to it and decides that he's going to ruin Ignis during sex, well, it isn't as if he's going to complain.

It's not something he's brought up yet, mostly because he's not quite sure how to; perhaps he'll suggest it when they're sparring, because then they won't ruin a perfectly good set of clothes if fluids get everywhere, which is rather the goal. ]

Are you surprised, Noct? [ Ignis' cheeks are flushed, strands of hair sticking to his forehead as he tilts his head just enough to look over his shoulder, flushed and smirking, half-hidden by the pillow he's buried against. It takes everything to speak evenly when confronted with the hand on his cock, the oversensitivity of it so close post-orgasm combined Noctis' cock pressed deep and the growl of his voice. ] I didn't think I had ever made a secret of how much or often I want you.

[ 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 --

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