[Another bite. Another mark he won't be able to hide. There's a mess of them sprawled across his throat and neck, high where not even the collar of his jacket will reach. But there's zero shame to be found in the knowledge that he's bruised up like a whore. Because each one is another symbol of who he belongs to. Of what they've done.
Noctis belongs to Ignis. In heart, soul and body.
Each graze comes just when the beautiful high had begun to wear off and the pleasure started to wane. Had him moaning softly. But the volume only grew, until each sound that came echoed off the surrounding walls. Another distraction that keeps him so preoccupied he barely notices the third finger until that slight stretch is back. But he's so pleasantly full and it feels so good that he whines, hips arching up, trying to get those fingers to go deeper. To move faster.]
Iggy. Babe. Either make me come or get inside me already. [Unfortunately, Noctis didn't have that same seemingly endless wealth of patience to draw from and what reserves he did have were bone dry.]
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Noctis belongs to Ignis. In heart, soul and body.
Each graze comes just when the beautiful high had begun to wear off and the pleasure started to wane. Had him moaning softly. But the volume only grew, until each sound that came echoed off the surrounding walls. Another distraction that keeps him so preoccupied he barely notices the third finger until that slight stretch is back. But he's so pleasantly full and it feels so good that he whines, hips arching up, trying to get those fingers to go deeper. To move faster.]
Iggy. Babe. Either make me come or get inside me already. [Unfortunately, Noctis didn't have that same seemingly endless wealth of patience to draw from and what reserves he did have were bone dry.]