[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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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.]