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[It's over so quick. A sharp sound that echoes off the surrounding walls. A jolt of beautiful pain that has him jerking, grinding down. Seeking out that delicious friction as it turns to pleasure.]

One. [Utterly breathless. Fingers dug into the fabric of their blankets, held tight and braced himself for the next blow.]

[This is the first time that Ignis is witnessing pain turning into pleasure. Noctis sounds so needy, almost desparate for more when he counts that 'one' and Ignis isn't about to delay too much.

The second strike, followed by the third one, on a different asscheek. His gloved fingers dance over reddened skin as he waits patiently for the counting to continue.]

Two. [This was supposed to be punishment, swift and torturous. Quick jolts of pain that left a stinging ache behind. It wasn't supposed to make him arch up into the sensation. Make his hips lift after each connection, seeking out more. Wasn't supposed to make him grind down, crying out when the friction wasn't nearly enough.

Maybe something was wrong with him. Should he really like this? Being turned over his boyfriends knee and spanked? Being bitten and torn, until the marks scarred previously pale, unmarred skin?

Probably not. But it was so difficult to see the wrong in this when they were both so into it. When they both trusted each other so much.] Three.

[The sole reason why he had Noctis completely undress- so that the pain of the hits get mixed up with pleasure. That makes Noctis crave for it more for it. Ignis can feel him firm and hard against his leg and he doesn't do anything to stop or encourage Noct's grinds against it. He will probably have to wash pants later since Noct's cock is leaking into the rough material.

Noctis trusts him with this- and there is no bigger turn on for Ignis.]

Very good, [he says softly, hand soothing the reddened skin for a few moments, before striking again. Once. Twice.]

Four. [A whisper of the word, a breathless plea that fills that still air around them. Matched by the way he grinds down weakly, seeking out that pleasure as the counter balance to the pain. Cock hard and leaking, indeed leaving a tell-tale spot upon the pants Ignis wears. A small sacrifice that Noctis can't bring himself to care about.]

Five. [At this rate he was going to come before Ignis even managed to get to ten.]

[Ignis can see the strain in Noct's jerks now, he can see him holding back from grinding against his leg. It would be... interesting to see him come just from rutting against his leg and spanking. He's just not sure whether he should encourage it.

But that does spark a small idea.]

Don't come. [It almost sounds like an order.] I am hard so if you do, I'll make you come twice. [It's not a threat (though it could be with the way Ignis' voice is), but more of a warning.]

[Ignis' voice was dangerous. Low and commanding, edged with the tinges of desire. Like the gods had managed to somehow take the essence of sex and infuse it into everything this man was.]

Not really seeing the down side here. [Spoken as he rutted down, liquid heat pooling low within his stomach, flowing down into his groin and thighs until it felt like he was on fire.]

Hmm... you'll let me take you while you're completely exhausted then? I will keep a note.

[Ignis' hum is low, but he's completely seduced by the way Noctis speaking. His own throat seems to close up and Ignis holds back on grinding up against Noct's body.

Instead, he refocuses on what he was doing- and applies two more hits on Noct's asscheeks. He's making sure to alternate between them so that the burn is even on both sides.]

Yes. [A sharp cry, back arching, ass lifting slightly between each smack. Fingers twisted within the sheet beneath him, face pressed down into the mattress, trying to stifle the sounds that rose and fell from deep within his throat.]

Six. [So close. Almost there.] Seven. Harder. Please Iggy.

[Only three more. But Ignis' head is swimming with thoughts of having Noct completely exhausted below him and himself pushing him to the second orgasm. It almost feels cruel and he should feel bad to think that such thought is hot. Noct would be flushed and his eyes glazed and so out of breath and Ignis felt the urge to see that expression right now.

Harder.

Ignis complies. The next to hits, on each asscheek respectively, were firmer and stronger than ones before. For someone that's dishing out the punishment, Ignis is sure following the requests. The tenth hit isn't that hard since the skin is already so bruised, but it lands perfectly where it belongs.]

Eight. [Something buried deep inside of him is drawing tight, pulling taunt against it's restraints, threatening to break free. A soaring pleasure he can feel mounting with each passing heart beat. Harder. Faster. Pain sparking within every nerve, a quick bite that only heightens the pleasure as he ruts against rough fabric, desperate now.]

Nine. [That string breaks, snaps under the force and he can feel himself falling. Crying, sobbing Ignis' name into the mattress, tears leaking from glassy blue eyes gone hazy in pleasure. Hips jerk forward and back, release spilling from him, coating his skin and soaking into the formerly pristine fabric which will probably never come fully clean.]

Ten. [It barely comes out, a shaky cry that only releases when everything begins to subside and he regains control over his body. When he can glance back over his shoulder and look at this man who has given him everything.] Take me like this. I belong on my knees for you.

[He wasn't lying- he really did come. And what a beautiful ending it was, before he even managed the final strike. Ignis didn't expect to push Noct's limits like this since their relationship is still fresh but- they've known each other for years. Not knowing what the other is capable of would be embarrassing. And now, he learned something new about the person he loves the most- whether he's dead or alive.

Ignis doesn't mind the mess on his pants- it will wash. But he does help Noct sit up on the back of his knees and he places a firm kiss to his lips as if in an apology for the pain he caused.]

Are you sure you can handle it? [His gloved fingers trace Noct's cheekbone and then jaw. While he might have said what he said, Ignis seriously doesn't want to hurt him by forcing another orgasm out of him just because he's hard and yet to come.]

[Every muscle feels loose, warm and over worked and he trembles slightly with the effort to push himself upright. To rest his weight back on bent legs, resisting the urge to climb right back into Ignis' lap, mess currently staining his thigh and all.

They strain as he shifts, places himself upon hands and knees, back arching as he lowers himself down. Until he can lap at that wet spot like a kitten tasting milk. Tongue stroking across the rough fabric in quick little movements, soft licks that has the salty taste of his own release exploding inside his mouth.

A distraction. Giving himself time to recover. For his body to cool and the soreness to fade and the desire to well back up. Until he's half hard and those pants are wet with his saliva. Until he's climbing towards the center of the bed, head dipping and ass high, hair falling into his face as he glances up to speak.]

I can take it, babe. I want you inside me, Iggy. You belong there.

Noct, you don't have to-

['do that' dies on Ignis' lips as Noctis moves to 'clean up' the mess he made. Sometimes, he seriously wonders what is he going to do with this guy, he's literally ripping any sense of control out of Ignis' hands. And he doesn't even have to try much. His fingers run through Noct's hair and he sighs, letting him do as he pleases- he did, after all, get the spanking now.

While Noct moves to the middle of the bed, Ignis reaches for the nightstand's drawer, pulling out the bottle of lube. He completely undresses now as well, not wanting his clothes to become a nuisance later. Ignis is briefly debating on taking off the gloves but- didn't they start this entire thing? Might as well end it too. The material is not too thick, so it will be easy to use them.

He makes sure to put a lot of lube on them, to make sure everything goes smoothly- he wants Noct's ass to be sore, not to hurt him beyond repair. Nudging Noct's legs apart, he teases the entrance with one of his fingers, before finally pushing it in, slowly.]

Relax, darling. I'll take it slowly.

[Noctis tries to be patient. He does. Tries to dig down deep to find the self discipline that had practically been beaten into him to by his shield. Counts down thudding heartbeats against his ribs like ticking seconds upon a clock. Tries to keep his eyes from straying towards the sight he knows awaits him. Of Ignis, illuminated by soft, golden light.

But Noctis neither knows how to be patient or how to do what is good for him. Because he whines, dark and needy, hips arching up in offering. Looks over his shoulder at their shadows playing upon the wall - his bent and waiting. Ignis' hovering over him like a predator who's finally caught up with their prey.

It's enough to leave him breathless. To distract him from the suddenness of the intrusion. And he tenses, muscles contracting rapid fire before releasing, relaxing into the sensation of being filled.

Ignis hadn't taken his gloves off. The thought alone is enough to make him moan, to thrust his hips back, to try and take that leather encased finger in deeper.]

I really don't think you understand how good that feels.

[He can't feel it fully over the gloves, but he does feel the pressure of Noct's muscles clenching around his finger. To think he is this impatient, pushing back against the finger even though he's properly spent already; Ignis has no idea how he is holding back from just doing half-assed job in preparing him and taking what is his.

Because Noct is his. If he didn't, couldn't, believe it before, he believes it now.

With his free hand, he adds more lube and then pushes the second finger in, properly stretching him but also taking his time. He wants to give Noct a bit of a grace period from coming so he can get him hard again. And he hopes that when he finds his spot inside of him, it will do the trick.]

Mmm... true. Perhaps you can show me one day, mm?

[Ignis says with a smooth, deep voice and curls his fingers inside of Noct as he pushes them in deep. Implying the possibilities for the future.]

[It was a fundamental truth that Noctis belonged to Ignis. Water was wet. The sky was blue. And Noctis and Ignis belonged entirely to one another. Two twin souls that had found their match in one another. Had grown and twisted, intertwining until there was no way to seperate them. Until it was impossible to know where one ended and the other began.

It was so much. Pressure, sharp and steady, fading into the pulse of pleasure that flowed white hot through every nerve, clouding every sense. Until he was crying out, whining, begging for more. Deeper. Harder. Fill him until he was stretched and sore.]

I don't know, Iggy. I'm pretty selfish when it comes to having you inside me.

[But he couldn't deny the way the thought make his cock twitch and harden. Made that deep possessive streak flare darkly. Ignis was his and he should claim him in every way possible.]

[Noctis should, indeed, claim him in every way possible. The same way Ignis is claiming him. Body and soul. Until there is nothing, and no one else on Noct's mind. Ignis had never allowed himself to be selfish, to keep Noct's attention only on himself; to have his eyes follow him everywhere; to have his smile be reserved only for him.

To have his moans reach only his ears.

When Noct makes a loud whine, Ignis almost matches it, feeling himself twitch in need. The thrusts of his fingers are now more deliberate and faster, reaching as deep as they can. The position he has Noctis in is obscene, engraved in his mind for an eternity, the weak light making it just more erotic.]

I am selfish too, [Ignis' fingers thrust in almost mercilessly,] no one else can have this.

[Somewhere deep within the recesses of his mind the question sparks; who else would he even want like this? Who else would he ever trust enough to give each and every single part of himself over to? And he had given it so willingly. So easily. Had practically handed it all over on a silver platter, offered up and taken and he was never going to get it back.

There was no one else. There had never been anyone else.

A sharp cry let his lips as those fingers plunged inside of him, quick and harsh, brushing over that bundle of nerves that had a million pin pricks of light dancing before his eyes. That had his hips thrusting back harder, muscles clenching, trying to take them deeper. It was too much and not enough and he didn't want to keep waiting.]

Yes. I love how possessive you are. I love being owned by you.

So impatient, [Ignis mumbles and indulges Noct's wish for another finger. Although, by now, he's sure he stopped wanting fingers inside of him. But Ignis has always been careful, and that especially applies now; to counter Noct's impatience Ignis has armed himself with the restraint of a saint. Or so he thought- if he really could have restrained himself, perhaps he would never be with Noctis like this.

Three fingers push in deep, spurred on by the words that leave Noctis' mouth, his love asking for more and Ignis craving to give him everything he wants. Everything he can ever want. Properly stretched now, Ignis removes the fingers and his gloved hands take hold of Noct's hips, to pull him back a little.]

Deep breath, love, [is the only warning Noctis gets before Ignis slowly pushes in, properly coated in lube, but less gentle compared to the first time they did this.]

[Deep breaths. Those words ring within his mind, a warning that he knows he should heed. Should force himself to do instead of using that moment to whine, to mourn the loss of those beautiful fingers moving within him. But he doesn't even quite recall how to properly take in air. Not when his hips are being pulled back and he arches into the touch. Spreads his legs as wide as possible, hands twisting into the sheets and blankets below.

Not when he feels that first press against the tight ring of muscle, slipping back and inside his tight heat. And he's certain in that moment that even his heart stops beating. It's burns, an ache made worse by the soreness of his ass - but it feels so good. So worth it. Barely forces himself to take that deep breath, body going lax, loose and so incredibly ready.

It isn't like the first time. Isn't slow and gentle. Less like they're making love and more like fucking. But the duality of it suits them. Suits their love. Their trust. Ignis trust Noct to know his own limits. And Noctis trust Iggy to never give him more than that.]

Ignis. [Almost a sob, head turning until he can glance over his shoulder, messy, damp hair falling over his face and obscuring his vision.] Tell me I'm being good for you.

[Ignis doesn't make a pause until he feels himself being sheathed all the way inside of Noct. He groans lowly at the feeling of the muscles squeezing him so tightly, even after all the preparation. And Noct's needy, desparate voice is a piercing pleasure through him. He's not sure how he didn't come from that sight in front of him- his love's face messy and flushed and eyes just begging for him.

With a low moan, he leans over Noct's back, pressing a soft kiss between the shoulderblades, before aligning his mouth with Noct's ear.]

You're being perfect. Not good, but perfect, love, [Ignis murmurs in a deep voice, his hips pulling back and then thrusting back in, setting up a slow pace but with hard thrusts. One of Ignis' hands wraps around Noct's chest and the fingers find a nipple to tease, pinching it once in a while.]

You are wonderful... [and Ignis is addicted to him.]

[Those words are darkly beautiful, a symphony of praise that cuts through the haze of desire and pleasure. Has sharp pangs of electric heat running up the length of his spine. Until he's reduced to nothing more than a shivering, sobbing mess.

Every time Ignis calls him love it feels like his heart swells impossibly more. A stark contrast to the harsh way his fingers are working at his sensitive flesh. To the way he's thrusting into him, hard and slow and deep. Until he feels stretched beyond capacity, stuffed full and tight. Each movement pressing against his walls and making them tense and tighten, until that thick head is bumping against that hidden spot within him that has his head spinning. Has him crying out, silently begging for more.]

Iggy. Ignis. Please. You feel so good. Keep taking what's yours.

[And there goes his resolve to keep the pace slow and measured in case Noct is oversensitive and the pleasure hurts him instead of satisfying him. Noctis' words just keep shredding on Ignis' self-control and his hips snap forward into a sharp thrust. There's a deep groan that emits from his chest and Ignis' fingers curl into Noct's hair, tilting his head back as he leans down to run his teeth over his skin, leaving the skin littered with bites and teeth marks.

He shouldn't be losing control like this, he should know better than to just give into Noct's spurring and teasing. But he can't help it- he's squeezing him so tightly and those words are like heated blades cutting through him; his pace drastically changes- from slow and measured to fast and always aiming to hit that spot.]

Fuck. [One single syllable that releases on a broken sob, tears leaking from crystal blue eyes, slipping down to stain cheeks already colored deep crimson from heat and pleasure. Everything feels like it's being drawn impossibly tight, body arching up like a bow preparing to fire. Muscles tightening, quivering as he's filled and left empty. Shuddering as that spot hidden so deep within him is found and the pressure is so intense he can barely even breathe.

Fingers curl into his hair and force him back, head tilting into the pull, crying out as sharp teeth dig into his flesh and he wants to break for them to break the skin. To wound so deep that it will scar and he'll be left with the mark forever. But he's forgotten how to actually speak. All that comes out is soft whimpers, pleas for Ignis to keep going. For him to please not stop. Please, please, please.]

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