nascere | LET'S PLAY {open post}

[ 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.

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[ 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.

Edited 2018-01-04 02:55 (UTC)

[ 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 --

[ The steady push of Noctis' hips is enough to drag a soft breath from him every time he sinks in, the rhythm such that Ignis feels like he can't ever catch his breath, and half-afraid that if he does, he's just going to make noises instead of actual words. Noctis drags him into a kiss a moment later, filthy and messy, Ignis chasing it as best as he can with the awkward position only to shudder underneath him when Noctis finally comes, spilling inside him. Gods, but it's good -- everything with him is so insanely good. ]

Did you know, I used to think the act of intercourse without a condom was -- well, disgusting wasn't the word, but I didn't see the appeal in it. Sex is already terribly messy.

[ It's probably a little weird to be talking about this when he's fucking into Noctis' hand and rolling his hips back against him, clenching hot and tight around his cock like he wants to milk every bit of come out of him, but, there they are. Ignis bites back a soft little noise as he eases forward and then rocks back, Noctis' cock perfect, especially when he can feel that slickness and knows just how sensitive Noctis is right now. ]

Then we attempted it, and I realized how foolish that initial concern was.

[ Ignis' blunt nails scratch over the material of the headboard as he tries to fuck himself on Noctis' cock, tries to push into his hand but it's not enough, he's oversensitive and shivering and his cock is flushed and hard but orgasm is just out of reach. There's a tremble to his voice now. ]

All I could think is how sex was already satisfying, but knowing that you'd made a mess in me, that you owned yet another part of me was -- very appealing.

[ Meaning, he can't count the number of times he'd jerked off when he was away on business, fucking himself open on his fingers thinking about Noctis doing it, Noctis coming inside him. Gently, he pushes Noctis' hand away from his cock, grimacing a little bit as he braces himself up on his forearm and stretches a little. ]

It's only fair we work you up to a second if you insist on giving me one.

[ At this point, Noctis understands three things: 1. Ignis is remarkably talented at stringing words together into coherent sentences even when his dick's so hard in his hand and he's straining for climax. 2. Ignis is also exceptionally gifted with the most dignified kind of dirty talk that goes right to Noctis' currently overstimulated and oversensitive dick, throbbing with spend and making him ride that incredible knife edge of pleasure and pain. 3. Is he -- ]

I'm the -- aaah -- first one to come inside you?

[ Because fuck, fuck as if having Ignis fuck himself so desperately on his cock, completely undone and out of control is not enough of a turn on, Ignis just had to tell him that he's essentially the one person he likes doing this to him, filling him up and making a mess just like this? Because that all goes straight to his dick and he groans, pressing his face against his shoulder. Ignis makes it sound so damn good, and even when Noctis is soft inside of him he can feel himself twitch, but oh, that's going to take some time. He doesn't like thinking about all the other people Ignis has fucked, or has fucked him, but it does make him feel smug that he's apparently an exception.

Allowing him to push his hand away from his dick, Noctis' mouth is dry. Owning another part of Ignis, claiming it for himself; he loves that he gets off to this, too, his hand coming to smooth up the flat of his abdomen, his stomach, splaying over his chest. Hell, he can feel his come trickle down Ignis' lovely, firm thighs, and he makes a low, approving noise. ]

Iggy, I'm really fucking sensitive right now --

[ But it's not a no, definitely not, but he can barely think. ] What are you --

Edited 2018-01-04 15:23 (UTC)

And second, and third, and so on, as it turns out.

[ Ignis levels a faintly amused look at the other man over his shoulder as if he's not aching to come, but shoves the physical need aside for a moment to focus on the way Noctis is pressing his face into his shoulder and groaning like Ignis is doing the best and the worst things to him all at the same time. Smugly, he pulls himself away and shivers at the sensation of Noctis slipping free of him, leaving him open and wanting.

Patience. It takes some maneuvering, but he manages to nudge him back enough and presses a hand to the center of Noctis' chest, shifting to curl a leg around him and shoves, toppling him neatly until he's on top, straddling the other man, shoving him down into the bed with a little hum at the sight of him flushed and mussed on the covers, knowing that he's responsible for it. ]

There we are. Surely you can keep yourself occupied while we wait for your refractory period to be over, or I can fetch a potion.

[ Oh. Oh, that's an idea. He'd only considered it to make it easier on Noctis, but his face gets that same expression as when he considers new ingredients for a recipe and when he looks down at his king, he's smirking, tracing fingers along his chest, plucking idly at a nipple. ]

Maybe that's what I'll do to you someday soon. Tie you down to your bed and make you come so many times you lose count. Not exactly the approved use for potions but one must be creative.

[ Ignis is doing the best and worst things to him at this point, because he's never been so overwhelmed, struggling to exert control over what's happening. But the climax was so good and so intense that he barely has his own bearings back before he's flipped onto his back, staring up at the way Ignis looks at him, enthralling and predatory and all his. He doesn't hesitate, wrapping an arm around him to pull him back down. Ignis hasn't had his turn yet, and it's obvious he's still angling for it, and Noctis forces himself to pay little attention to his own pleasurable ache. Ignis comes first in this, and he wraps his hand firmly around his shaft in return.

Occupy himself while they wait, huh? He can do that. Noctis is lying if he says he doesn't enjoy these moments, when they're both steeped in mutual admiration for the other, lust and desire twined with genuine affection that still thrills him to his bones. He's urging Ignis up, up, knees on the pillow on either side of his chest. If he has to occupy himself, then he's going to do it right.

Before that, however, Noctis gives him a look that's half-aghast, half-intrigued. They haven't actually thought of that, and now that Ignis brings it up -- well. His skin tingles under Ignis' skilled plucking, and he cannot help but lean up for more even when he's encouraging him to shift up, until his mouth can press up against the darkened head of his cock, so hard it must be so difficult trying to hold back. ]

Only if I can use it on you in return. Not fun if I don't get to lick you clean time after time. [ He laughs breathlessly. ] Iggy, we'll be a fucking mess if we do that. Fucked to sexual exhaustion -- Six. We need to do that.

[ When he was younger, he'd always sort of regarded sex with the same kind of disdain and lackluster interest as with camping, or fishing. Gladiolus and Noctis loved the activities, but they were inherently messy and resulted in more trouble than they were worth in Ignis' mind, but he always bore it because they enjoyed it and Ignis' love for them always outweighed his annoyance for messes. Condoms, at least, meant that the mess of sex could be somewhat countered; there was some interest in that when he'd sought out companionship in his teens and early twenties.

Now, he doesn't know what he was thinking. Now, he settles his knees on either side of Noctis' chest carefully, shivering at the touch to his cock as he puts his hands to the headboard and holds firmly. ]

I can feel your come sliding out of me, you know.

[ A fucking mess indeed. Ignis murmurs it distractedly, one hand on the headboard, the other sliding back to push two fingers into himself where he's stretched and slick and open, head falling back, throat working on a harsh little moan as he pushes into Noctis' mouth and then his own fingers unsteadily. ]

It's an appealing thought. You coming in me so many times th-that, nnnhhhh, Noct--

[ Composure lasts through the first orgasm, generally, but all bets are off on the second one where Noctis keeps talking and Ignis' rather inventive imagination fills in all the blanks while his cock is stroked. ]

I was supposed to be working you up to a second orgasm, not letting you ruin me.

I can feel it too, sweetheart.

[ Noctis practically purrs. He likes the mess sex makes -- he likes it when he gets to dirty Ignis up and make him beg for it, when everything smells like sweat and come and everything else and Noctis revels in how he can undo his love so completely that he says things like that. He can feel sticky little drops on his chest and it thrills him that it's coming out of Ignis, and he's fucking himself on his fingers still, before pushing into his mouth.

It's a slightly awkward angle, but he doesn't care -- he's taking his cock in his mouth with unbridled enthusiasm, hands coming to grasp his ass and knead at him, pushing Ignis deeper, making him sink into his mouth again, again and again. This feels so good, so deliciously craven that he gently slaps his fingers away, replacing it with two of his own, fingerfucking him while Ignis fucks his mouth, that lovely dick sliding down his throat.

He wants to work him to a third, a fourth, and the thought of it sends a jolt right to his dick. Yeah, he's definitely turned on by that one. ]

Mmmph --

[ Ignis' hips jerk at the term of endearment, half-torn between amused frustration that he's so easy to work up and pure affection that Noctis is sweet like this, even when he's taking Ignis apart piece by piece. The angle leaves a little bit to be desired but it doesn't matter, not when Noctis' mouth is wrapped hot and wet around his cock and then his hands are cupping Ignis' ass, pushing him the extra bit that he's been holding back.

Better still is the press of fingers into him; Ignis replaces his hands onto the headboard and holds as tightly as he dares, panting softly as he tries to figure out the best way to fuck into Noctis' throat without choking him past what he can take, and riding those fingers until he comes. Normally, normally it takes more to work him up to a second; his cock's aching and his toes are curled so tight his feet threaten to cramp but all of it means that it's leading to another orgasm faster than he anticipated after Noctis fucking him into the sheets past his first one. ]

Noct-- Noct, if you want me to wait, I, ah--

[ It's about as much warning as he can give right now, the words not wanting to be strung together in any sort of coherent fashion. ]

Nph.

[ 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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