[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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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.
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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.]
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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.]
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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.
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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.
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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.]
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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.
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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.]
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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.
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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.]
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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.]