[If Ignis thought earlier that Noctis sounded good, Noctis now sounds like a symphony for his ears. Calling his name. Moaning in pleasure. Hands gripping onto his shoulders and back so tightly it will leave a mark.
Ignis can't thin, doesn't want to think about anything else but this- Noctis, the way he feels against him, the way he feels as he thrusts in again and again, at the pace that probably he shouldn't be at for their first time. But Noct is clenching so tightly around him and Ignis just can't keep his hips still, not even for one brief moment.
The words slice through him- his, Noctis is his - and his next thrust is almost merciless. A possessive growl slips from his lips and into Noct's neck where his face currently is, trying so hard not to keep on bruising already red skin.]
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Ignis can't thin, doesn't want to think about anything else but this- Noctis, the way he feels against him, the way he feels as he thrusts in again and again, at the pace that probably he shouldn't be at for their first time. But Noct is clenching so tightly around him and Ignis just can't keep his hips still, not even for one brief moment.
The words slice through him- his, Noctis is his - and his next thrust is almost merciless. A possessive growl slips from his lips and into Noct's neck where his face currently is, trying so hard not to keep on bruising already red skin.]
Mine... and I'm yours... all yours-!