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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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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 --
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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.
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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.
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[ 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?
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[ 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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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.
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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.
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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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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.
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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 --
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[ 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.
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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.
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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.
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[ 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 --
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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. ]
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[ No. No waiting. Noctis' eyes darken with intent, glittering blue as he meets his, greedily claiming Ignis for himself, watching how he falls apart before him, scrambling for purchase. Noctis pushes forward, making that decision for him, his head bobbing as he takes Ignis' cock so deeply that he almost chokes on it, tearing up as his throat, his mouth makes obscene, wet noises. He loves it when they do this, when Ignis comes so close to begging, and he pushes his fingers back inside him a little harder than before.
His intent is clear: he's spoiling for him to come into his mouth, desperate for the sensation of his orgasm, the slickness of his taste. Come on, baby. Give it to him. ]
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It doesn't matter where Noctis' fingers aim; he's close enough that he doesn't need the additional stimulation of fingers grazing his prostate, but it certainly doesn't hurt when he rises up and sinks back down onto them and they push perfectly against it. That, combined with the wet, obscene noises Noctis makes around the swell of Ignis' cock in his mouth is enough to push him over the edge. Considerate to a fault, perhaps, Ignis chokes out something that's supposed to be a warning and is terribly careful not to fuck too hard into Noctis' throat and actually hurt him, his whole body shuddering with how he holds back. It's a thrill all on its own, really, Ignis forcing himself to take what he's given and no more, knowing his body well enough to know that it responds to Noctis' attentions almost embarrassingly easy.
His second orgasm comes with a hitched breath and his hole clenching tight around Noctis' fingers, shuddering through each wave of it as his cock spills messily into his mouth. It's perfect -- he's perfect and Ignis' blunt nails rake over the headboard before it's over with, well aware he keeps shuddering around where Noctis' fingers are still buried in him, torn between the two sensations. When he's finally able to think, let alone move, he lets his cock slip out wetly and shamelessly drops his hand down to paint a smear of come over his king's cheek and lips, staring down at him hungrily. He might have just come and knows that he doesn't have another one in him, but oh, Noctis' face does things to him when it's flushed and his lips are parted, slick with spit and precome. ]
I, [ Ignis starts with all of the haughtiness that he absolutely can't summon up after this but still tries for, ] was trying to wait until I could have your cock in me for that but you were just too needy for it, weren't you.
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[ Bratty, surely; Noctis loves when Ignis empties his balls inside him, coming down his throat and it's all he can do to swallow every drop of him, shamelessly lewd and needy. He's smiling at him when he feels the smear of his come on his lips, his cheek, marked so shamelessly by Ignis that it's all he can do not to preen despite how hard he is. Ignis comes undone above him, trembling and panting and flushed similarly. Parting his swollen lips, hoarse but delightfully so, he continues. ]
What're you gonna do about it?
[ Because Noctis is still hard and aching and he's sure his lover isn't going to be able to get it back up anytime soon, which demands a little turnabout when Ignis is still too off-balance to torment him. ] Or maybe we should use the potion on you right now.
[ He reaches over to give Ignis' softened dick a little pat, licking and kissing him clean when he feels come drying on his skin. He's in no hurry to wipe it away, thrilling under the hunger of his fiance's eyes. He's going to marry him, he thinks with no small amount of joy, of a carnal kind of bliss that spans warm in his chest. He will be with him all his life, and this is the only thing that he needs, the only thing he wants. How does he put that into words so that his love understands? ]
I'm still hard, you know. [ He points out cheekily. It ain't going to milk itself, and the sentiment is obvious in the way he raises his brows at him, pushing Ignis' buttons just because he can. Also the way Ignis clenched around him earlier is stirring up plenty, plenty of terrible ideas. ]
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[ Ignis gingerly withdraws, edging in to the uncomfortable sort of over-sensitive with his own hand on his softening cock. Gently, he swipes the tip over Noctis' lower lip just because he can, because the mess of it is appealing all on its own. Better still is the way Noctis' voice goes sandpaper rough after this; he's well aware that they both enjoy wrecking each other to the point of hoarseness but hearing it now, he thinks that he ought to make more of an effort to get him to sound like this more often. The discomfort of an erection during meetings is well worth bearing if it's hidden by a table, after all. ]
You could, but then we would be late for meetings we can't afford to miss and I'm not quite sure the Marshall would buy any excuse I could dream up to explain it.
[ Cor would no doubt be happy they're getting along, for a given meaning of the word but Ignis prefers their affairs remain as private as they can be despite how public their positions are.
Gently, he withdraws, grimacing as he slides back and straddles Noctis' waist, letting the hard curve of his dick press against his ass without trying to guide it in just yet. Instead, he rolls his hips lazily, letting the friction do enough to tease and splays his hands on Noctis' chest, plucking at his nipples. Off-balance, yes, but not so much he can't torment a little. ]
Are you? [ Ignis asks it innocently enough, as if he can't feel the hot weight of him below. ] What would His Majesty have his loyal servant do to fix that?
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He's never liked the whole loyal servant-master thing, at least not outside of the bedroom, but Noctis is at least more aware of how things work and allows royal protocol -- it gives people a sense of structure in a chaotic world, and as it turns out, he especially likes it when they both do it as part of their playtime in private. Ignis, after all, knows better than anyone else that he is partner and companion, lover and soulmate. Hell, Ignis is the one bossing him around most of the time.
He's grasping himself before he slides inside of him without warning -- consider this payback, honey -- because he wants to see the look on his face when he seats himself fully inside of that tight, slick channel in a heartbeat, sighing at being buried within his body once again. ]
Nnngh. Move your ass, loyal subject. How dare you keep your king waiting. [ His fingers dig into his hip, and he's sure he'll leave bruises Ignis will appreciate later, squirming underneath his deft fingers. Gods, but he's so sensitive right now it's all he can do to stay underneath him. ]
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Every inch of him is oversensitive, from all the places where their skin touches to the rim of his hole, to inside. It's overwhelming, going from 0 to 100 so very quickly and for a moment he thinks he can feel Noctis inside him so deep that he can almost taste it. His lips part on the end of a gasp and his eyes squeeze shut, clearly savoring it just as much as he is trying to ride out the overwhelming rush, trying to conquer it like he does everything else that he can't immediately control in his life.
Noctis' fingers dig into his hip and he's talking, he's saying something, but all Ignis can focus on in that moment is how full he feels and how it steals every bit of thought from his mind, leaves him needy but not sure if it's for a break or for Noctis' cock to move. ]
Excuse me for savoring the moment. [ It comes out ragged and Ignis' head drops forward, his thighs spreading wider so that he's splayed across Noctis' nap quite neatly, letting himself grind lazily on the thick curve of him without ever losing much of the depth. It's good, it's so achingly good he can't tell if it's circling around into too much, the pleasure sharp enough to cut. ] Noct-
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He's taking a breath, grinning wickedly in the face of his lover's pleasure. He's still soft, pinned between their bodies, but Noctis knows he's still riding that knife edge , overstimulated and oversensitive, and he's pressing up to kiss him. Here, when he's atop him, he has more control over the both of them, and he's tugging his legs around his waist, urging them higher so that he can change up his angle, rubbing into him. He pulls out and thrusts in sleekly, wet and sinfully carnal, and he's kissing him hard, swallowing any moans for himself.
Noctis is moving, cherishing just how needy Ignis is for him, and he goes thorough, hard enough to make him ache for hours after that, but gentle enough that he still enjoys every moment of it. Searching out his hand, he threads his fingers in his, pinning it beside his head in open affection. ]
Mmm -- I can do you all day.
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Ignis both loves it and finds it absurd it when Noctis does that sort of thing - loves it, because his stomach flips in pleasure whenever Noctis shows off all that grace and strength, and finds it ridiculous that Noctis is such a soft spot for him that he can't see it coming. Pressed into the plush bed and pillows, Ignis hitches his legs up tight around Noctis' waist and digs the balls of his feet into his back, thighs flexing as he rolls up into the push. It's too much, it's too much and the simple motion of it rips a ragged, trembling noise out of him that Noctis swallows up in a kiss that's just as distracting as his cock.
He's not certain if the gentle pace is better or worse than being fucked into the mattress. A few more thrusts, combined with Noctis' words and their fingers threaded together and he thinks, oh, much worse. Gentle means it's going to drag out and gentle means he's going to come apart at the seams with how long it threatens to last. ]
As, mnh, appealing as that idea may sound, I'm not entirely sure my body could take that.
[ But oh, he's certain it would try.
Shuddering, he clenches down around him despite how intense it is, how it makes his breathing hitch in his throat. He can be mean too. ]
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It's gratifying to watch his adviser close around him, and he revels in the sound that he squeezes from his lover's trembling lips before he ravages him, takes everything that he's willing to give and then some. He's gentle but firm, taking it slower than he normally does because he wants Ignis to feel all of it, stretched out and proper, and he's going to take him apart and put him together again, no matter what it takes.
Noctis growls against his mouth, low and demanding, and at this point even if they're late, they're going to have to wait on the king and his adviser's pleasure. After all, they are to be wed, and this is their own kind of celebration. Rolling his hips, he pulls out and slides in slow, again and again. His hand comes down to grasp his softened shaft, warmly stroking up and down. ]
Think you'll give me a third if I ask nicely?
[ He hums gently, pressing him up against the pillows and quickening his pace, just a little. But then Ignis is tightening around him, clenching down so tight he can't move, and Noctis utters a soft yelp, overwhelmed with sensation. Reaching down, he squeezes his ass firmly. ]
Oh, I think your body has no objections.
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This, too, is part of the thrill of it; he's certain that he can't give Noctis a third before they absolutely have to get up for their meeting. What he's not certain of is if his self-control can last until Noctis' orgasm, or if it's going to ride the knife edge of pleasure to the point of him tapping out.
It's a fault, he supposes, that he's so competitive; Noctis is just as bad as he is and it results in a hand on his ass, squeezing. The combination of all of it rips a ragged noise out of Ignis as he twists against the sheets and shoves a hand down between them. It's clear he was almost about to push Noctis' hand away from his cock before he catches himself and grips Noctis' forearm instead like it's steadying while his other hand dips behind to squeeze at Noctis' ass. His other hand catches around the nape of Noctis' neck and Ignis rolls against him, shuddering out a gasp at the ache of friction and too-much-too-good feel of anything on his dick. ]
What if I told you - [ Ignis starts and then stalls, clearly having to steady himself after a full-body shiver. Noctis gives the best kind of torture, but he knows how to give just as good as he's getting. ] --- for every minute I'm late, you get to wait ten minutes to come next time we played? How much work, nnh, could the king do with a toy in him that whole time, I wonder.
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