[Those fingers leave him and he whimpers at the sudden loss of contact. Chases after it with his hips, whining softly, silently begging for them to return. Until they go to the clothing that Ignis still wears. Until they're removing the offending fabric and letting him spring free and it actually makes Noctis mouth water at the sight.
Strong legs shift, one lifting high to wrap around a slender waist while the other stays bent on the bed. Back arches until he can rub against that hardness he feels, reaching down between their bodies to stroke it once, twice, before guiding it to his slick, tight entrance.]
Got it. [Like there was anything in the entire world that would actually get him to stop this.] Take me.
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Strong legs shift, one lifting high to wrap around a slender waist while the other stays bent on the bed. Back arches until he can rub against that hardness he feels, reaching down between their bodies to stroke it once, twice, before guiding it to his slick, tight entrance.]
Got it. [Like there was anything in the entire world that would actually get him to stop this.] Take me.