Those words go unspoken, the reassurance coming in the form of a look that transpires between them. Shines in steel blue eyes, darkened by the heat of the desire with firelight playing within them.
It's alright. He wants this. Yearns for it with every single fiber of his being.]
Ignis. [Gods how he loved those hands. Those fingers. Graceful. Tempting. How they would tap against the steering wheel. How they would wrap around daggers and pole arms like the weapons where meant to be there. Encased in leather or bare, they never failed to capture Noctis' attention.
And they did so now. Drew it down until his hips were straining up. Until he was whining softly, hardly content with little more than a soft rub through the fabric of his pants.] Please. I want you so much.
[Noct's pleading voice is more than enough to reassure Ignis that this is alright. That he wants him as much as Ignis craves him. His lips find Noct's after that breathless plea, tasting him all over again as if he will never get enough of it. And he never will, actually. Noct's lips pressed against his own is something he will always yearn for.
His fingers unbutton the pants finally, tugging them out of the way, and underwear along with it. Ignis doesn't plan on torturing Noct with pleasure by dangling the release in front of him then taking it away- that's for an evening when they aren't as pent up. So his fingers wrap around him for nice, long and firm strokes, teasing the tip of it with his thumb.
He wants him. Ignis wants him so much it's almost driving him crazy. And Noct's moans and pleas are only fanning the flames further.]
[Ignis moans his name, low and deep, and it's by far the most beautiful sound he has ever heard. An entire symphony plays over and over within his mind, entirely compromised of that singular sound. Moans his name and touches him. The sound that falls from his lips is positively unglodly. Torn between whining for those touches to keep going and not stop until he's spilling over. And begging for more. For those long, graceful fingers to slide down and slip inside of him.
How is it possible to desire another human being this much? So much that it feels as though he's on fire, burning from the inside out and the only relief to be found is within Ignis' touch. Within his kisses. Within this love that's being given so freely.
Hips arch up and he releases that soft whine - and this is why they couldn't have done this at home. Noctis couldn't hold back. Wouldn't. Not after they had spent so long without one another. Not when they both wanted this so badly it felt like they were slowly being driven insane.]
I love the way you say my name. [Actually, he just loves hearing Ignis speak. No one should be allowed to sound like that. Especially not while looking like that.] You're so perfect. I'm never letting you go.
I love saying your name, [Ignis' voice is slightly muffled because his lips are busy again leaving a hot trail on Noct's neck and down to his chest. Without the shirt, there's so much skin for him to touch, to taste, to tease, and he doesn't hold back from flicking his tongue over the nipple; just to see the reaction.
His hand doesn't stop stroking him though, but it is at a slower speed because Ignis doesn't want him to come yet. Tonight, Ignis wants to do it properly, and with Noctis willing, he needs to measure all of his touches and strokes to not make him come too early. They can... "experiment" at a later date.
Ignis lifts himself up on one elbow, gaze scorching hot and lustful, but with a tinge of seriousness in it as well.]
I want to take you... ['can he'? He needs to hear it; maybe less because it's confirmation (that's important too but) and more because he wants to hear Noct's breathless and needy voice.]
[That mouth is everywhere. Scorching his skin, leaving behind bright red trails littered with bruises and scrapes. Signs that would ache, would burn later. Little reminders of their love and the pyshical manifestation of it. Soft mewls falls from kiss swollen lips as each new patch of flesh is found and explored. As the wet muscle of Ignis' tongue flicks across his nipple and he cries out.
Fingers still stroke, and it's almost too much. A whimper rises up, the words strangled in his throat as he speaks.] Too close... [There's a very distinctive point that they're heading towards and there will be a no turning back once they've crossed it. And Noctis doesn't want it to be without Ignis.]
Yes. Yes, Ignis. Please. [This is all that he wants. To feel Ignis so close he can hardly tell where one of them ends and the other begins. Wants to feel his weight bear down on him and the beating of his heart against his chest. Wants to feel him move inside of him, become one with him.] Be with me. Inside me.
[At the warning that he's close, Ignis completely stops stroking him. He's very thankful for the warning because he's yet to learn little signs and twitches that will tell him when Noct is about to come. The plea is met with another flick of his tongue over the nipple, because it procured such a beautiful reaction moments ago before he sits up slightly.
His jacket is hanging on the edge of the bed, and he reaches for it to take the bottle with lube he brought with him, in case the things got heated. And they did. He leans back down, forehead pressed to Noct's, his breathing a tad bit heavy and heated.]
I'll need you to relax, okay? [He trails his mouth over Noct's chin and up to his ear,] I need to prepare you before I do anything, okay love? As much as you can... [Ignis is aware Noct probably won't be as relaxed as it should be because the anticipation of all of this is not letting him, but Ignis needs just a little bit of it to make sure he doesn't hurt him.]
[Somewhere inside of him is the sarcasm needed to tell Ignis that he knows how this works. But that same dark pit contains all of the ugly jealousy he feels at Ignis being so good at all of this. So comfortable. Was it nothing more than yet another thing that he was naturally skilled at? Or was there some person out there walking about with this very same intimate knowledge of what was his?
He doesn't want to open that box. Doesn't want to let all of that out. Maybe tomorrow he'll be brave enough to ask. But right now all his heart wants to focus on is Ignis.]
I'll try. [But it was going to be so difficult to relax when the the thrill of anticipation was so high. When he was already so keyed up from pleasure. So ready to be taken. And he does. He tries. Takes a deep breath in through his nose and blows it out from his mouth. Tries to force the tension out of his body. Make his muscles relax.] I can handle this tho, babe. I won't break.
[Well, Noctis will very soon learn that Ignis had never had experiences like that before. The only partner he had was his imagination and his own bedroom where he would hide. He had tried to experiment on himself a bit, but it didn't get that far and he doubts it will be the same for Noct.
Ignis gives Noct those moments to calm himself down the best he can and uses them to get a good amount of lube on his fingers.]
I know you won't, [Ignis kisses Noct's lips shortly,] but I've never done this before to anyone so- I need to make sure. That I don't hurt you.
[Gently, he nudges Noct's legs apart, but doesn't do anything just yet, still merely hovering over Noct's body, giving him short kisses, in hope to relax him.] Tell me when you're ready...
[It should have been impossible. To feel his heart swell anymore. To feel the seeds of a love that had been planted so long ago finally grow roots and begin to bloom. His chest ached with the sensation, with the knowledge that they were truly giving everything of themselves to one another. Ignis was his. And perhaps that dark possessiveness should have frightened him. But there was no fear within him. Because Ignis may have ripped the very soul from his body, but it had been replaced with his own.
Both hands flatten, raise to cup the sides of Ignis' face gently. Touch soft and light. A strange contradiction to the way he guides this man back to his mouth and kisses him so fiercely. Until there's no more breath left in his body and his voice falters as he pulls away and and whispers.]
I love you. God's I love you so much. [Those words come slipping out unbidden, but he doesn't regret them. Could never, ever regret loving Ignis.
Breathing deep and ragged, he gives in to another kiss, shorter than before but just as deep. Just as intense. Before letting himself relax back against the pillows, legs spreading wide.] Don't keep me waiting.
[He's not sure what he did or said but Noctis seemed to visibly calm. And not only that- his kisses seemed to be intent to burning his soul to the core, until there's nothing left.
I love you so much. Noct said. That he loves him. And, oh gods, it will be embarrassing if he started crying now of all times. So he busies his mouth with Noct's, to keep both of the distracted (for various different reasons), and moves his hand to work slowly around the first ring of muscles.
He doesn't push just yet, he's making sure there's enough lube everywhere. Once he's satisfied with the feeling he has, his finger finally pushes in, slowly, up to the first, then second knuckle. The movements of his finger are minimum, just gentle push then pulling back out, testing and properly preparing him for next steps.]
[Such a beautiful distraction. One that keeps his mind occupied and his body lax, muscles loose and ready. Only tensing for a few heartbeats when that finger begins to circle the tight outer ring. And again when it pushes inside. But it's so easy to get lost in the sensation if Ignis' mouth. Of those lips on his. On the heat that's sparking between them.
It's a strange feeling. New. Something he had never done to himself. Cold and wet but he feels full. The stretch is slow, a dull sort of ache that his body grows accustom to and overcomes with ease. Until those muscles give way and open and everything doesnt feel quite so pleasantly stretched and tight and full anymore.]
[It wasn't a new sensation just for Noctis, but for Ignis as well. He might be even going painfully slow, but he'll argue it's better than rushing it. He can feel Noctis relax further in his arms and that serves as an encouragement for him. To push the first finger all the way in, several times. Before adding the second one.
This is where things can get tricky if Noct can't relax after the initial push. With both of them in, to the knuckles, Ignis makes an actual pause to let Noct adjust to this. Only when he feels that Noct's body will let him continue, he will move them again. All the way in, as far as he can reach.
Slow thrusts of his fingers, with only a gentle curve of the tips, as he looks for Noct's spot to make this uncomfortable feeling worthwhile.]
Taking deep breaths in through his nose and pushing them out slowly from his lips. Tries to focus on the the way the firelight plays across the wall, casting long shadows of their forms across the wood. Makes the mistake of glancing up and getting lost in eyes so green the earth it's self should be jealous. Counts the flecks of different shades. Tries not to sigh out in frustration at how slow all of this is. Because he knows it's for his own benefit.
A burning sear is the first sensation, and he struggles with it the most. Has to force himself to relax. To calm down. Until it eases into a sharp ache, a tug and pull that strangely seems to get better with every movement. Until all that's left is the remnants of the pain and that same feeling of being full.
Until those fingers curl and brush over something that has him crying out. Has his head falling back against the pillows and his back arching as white hot pleasure flow through his system.]
[A comment Ignis made mostly to himself than Noct, memorizing the spot in his mind so that he knows where to look for now and especially later. The pleasure makes Noct's body tighten and relax around Ignis' fingers at the same time and he can feel himself twitch at just the thought of being buried deep inside of him. Ignis is not sure where he's pulling all this patience out when all he wants is to pin Noct to the bed and just take him.
But Noct's moans are worth the prolonged 'torture'. He keeps on moving his fingers, the pace switching from slow to fast then back to slow again, always making sure to graze Noct's prostate in between several thrusts. He will try and make Noct come just with fingers some other time.
Feeling he's enough stretched, Ignis adds the third finger. By now it should just feel odd because Ignis made sure to properly stretch him before adding the third one.]
Just a little more, dear heart [Ignis whispers against Noct's neck, biting it. Again. He needs to stop doing this, but it's so irresistible.]
[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.]
[On a reasonable level, Ignis knows that Noctis will hurt if he just takes him. But he's way past reasonable level now, especially when Noct's hips push down against his fingers. He gives him a few more thrusts with them, for good measure, before completely pulling them out and sitting upon his knees.
This time, he doesn't delay the undressing- the belt is pulled out and tossed away, pants unbuttoned, tugged down - together with the underwear - and also tossed to the side. He grabs the bottle with lube again, but this time it's to coat himself up. He doesn't dare give himself too many strokes- the sight in front of him is so erotic he might come just from watching.
When he's done, he leans down, keeping himself steady by leaning on one of his forearms while the other is gripping onto Noct's hip tightly.]
I'll start slow- if it hurts too much, tell me and I'll make a pause. Alright, love? [He says 'pause' instead of 'stop' because, let's face it, at this point only second death will get him away from Noct.]
[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.
[It would seem that Noct's impatience has turned into a frenzy. And if that hand continued to stroke him they way it did, Ignis would've probably just thrust in without any care. Out of sheer luck, he manages to catch himself just as he pushes past the first ring of muscles and grabs both of Noct's hands, pinning them above his head.]
Slow... ah, down... otherwise it will hurt...
[As an "apology" for outright pinning him, he gives Noctis a long, deep kiss, the tongue relentlessly tasting Noct's mouth. His hips move slowly again, forward, Ignis steeling himself from just thrusting in with one sharp move. He pauses when he feels that he's all the way in, pulling back from Noct's mouth to see his face. His expression. His red lips and neck from all the kisses.
He lets go of Noct's hands so he can take a good grip on Noct's hip again, pulling out almost all the way, then thrusting back in. Gods this feels so fucking good, please give him stamina to last through it.]
Noct... [Ignis' call of Noct's name is completely breathless, the pace of his thrusts finally moving from testing, stretching and slow, to something both of them can enjoy. Or, at least, he hopes he'll make Noct enjoy it too.]
Swift and complete. Arms going as they're bidden, lifting above his head and staying pinned there. A show of strength that has every nerve ending coming alive with the sheer force of it.
Ignis hadn't been lying when he warned that it would hurt. It does. A stinging burn as he's stretched impossibly, body giving way under the force of the intrusion. As the thick head pushes past that tight outer ring of muscle and then slips inside, down, down, until there's nothing left and every inch of their bodies are flush. It aches. But his body had been so relaxed and ready, open and willing, desire practically overflowing that it begins to ease quickly. Until his hips are rolling up to met each downwards thrust, trying desperately to find that angle from before that would make stars erupt in front of his vision.
He's so hard. Leaking pearly drops of precum, trapped between their bodies with not nearly enough friction. Blunt nails dig into the flesh of Ignis' back, looking for something to hold on to. Until he shift just right and it felt like the entire world was exploding into brightly colored neons and all he could hear was the blood rushing in his ears and the sound of their hearts beating together.]
Fuck, Ignis. You feel so good. It feels so good being yours.
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[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.]
[It feels like he's being consumed. Like he's being hollowed out, emptied of who he once was and replaced with someone who was filled entirely by the love of this man. Like he's being burned alive. Flames eating at him from the inside out. Until he's left hollow and all that remains in the person who's in love with their twin star.
Maybe they shouldn't be this rough. Shouldn't let their possessiveness run wild. But it's so difficult to care when it feels so good. When each thrust forward is brushing against that spot inside of him with an accuracy that only Ignis could ever accomplish. When he's seeing stars erupt behind his tightly closed eye lids because every time he opens his eyes they water from the intensity of it all.
Nails dig into skin. Leave behind angry half moon indentations that will ache by moaning. Hips raise, muscles clenching, drawing him in deeper. Whimpers and whines and moans fall from swollen lips and he couldn't stop any of them even if he tried. An endless chorus of 'Ignis and 'please', begging, pleading for more. For him not to stop. Surely he'll die all over again if Ignis stops.]
[If there are any tears sliding down Noct's cheeks during this all, Ignis will make sure to catch every one of them with kisses. No matter how out of breath he is. He wants to see only pleasure on Noct's face, no pain, no tears.
But he does keep the thrusts at the same pace, hard and unforgiving, wanting to give everything, but also wanting to take all. But no matter how much is Ignis holding back, he can still feel that warm build up in the pit of his stomach with every plea and cry of his name on Noct's lips.
He doesn't want to come yet. The feeling of this, the heat, the biting scratches on his skin, Noctis clenching around him tightly at all times. He doesn't want to come unless Noct comes with him.]
That fire is growing, raging out of control, concentrating down into the pit of his stomach where the muscles are coiling impossibly tight. Rapidly building into an inferno that threatens to spill over at any moment.
Hard and weeping, cock trapped between the slick press of their bodies, a sort of friction so beautiful it almost borders on painful. And that thick head keeps brushing over the hidden spot buried deep within his walls, until the pleasure builds into a cresendo and he's ready to fall.]
Yes. Yes yes yes. Iggy. Please. Make me come. I want to come with you.
[Ignis' fingers are a vice on Noct's hips, leaving dark red bruises from how hard he's gripping on them. It's so much, almost too much pleasure, all at once- the pleas, their bodies, the friction, the obscene sounds of the bed creaking below them.
His hand leaves Noct's hip to take a grip and stroke Noctis to his completion. Because he's too close, a mere few thrusts away from coming, and he doesn't want to leave Noct behind.]
Yes, come with me Noct... come for me-
[Ignis' teeth are in Noct's shoulder when he comes, a pure white, scorching pleasure rippling through his body and down his back, making him growl Noct's name ferociously, possessively.]
[Come for me. Followed by the most beautiful growl of his name, dark and possessive. And he knows then that he's owned. That he doesn't wholly belong to himself anymore. That his entire being has been given over to Ignis. Everything he is, had ever been or ever will be is wrapped up entirely in this one human life. His Ignis. His everything. His god and his heart.
There's a rush if white hot heat as those fingers wrap around him and he arches up. Feels Ignis spill deep within him. Feels the way it fills him to the brim. Until everything comes to a head and he's the one who's falling, head thrown back against the plush pillows and crying out, releases flowing onto their skin, staining it.
Then he falls back, body limp and relaxed and spent. Holding on to Ignis like they're in the middle of the sea and he's the only thing keeping him afloat. Like he needs to be this close to him to go on living.]
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Those words go unspoken, the reassurance coming in the form of a look that transpires between them. Shines in steel blue eyes, darkened by the heat of the desire with firelight playing within them.
It's alright. He wants this. Yearns for it with every single fiber of his being.]
Ignis. [Gods how he loved those hands. Those fingers. Graceful. Tempting. How they would tap against the steering wheel. How they would wrap around daggers and pole arms like the weapons where meant to be there. Encased in leather or bare, they never failed to capture Noctis' attention.
And they did so now. Drew it down until his hips were straining up. Until he was whining softly, hardly content with little more than a soft rub through the fabric of his pants.] Please. I want you so much.
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His fingers unbutton the pants finally, tugging them out of the way, and underwear along with it. Ignis doesn't plan on torturing Noct with pleasure by dangling the release in front of him then taking it away- that's for an evening when they aren't as pent up. So his fingers wrap around him for nice, long and firm strokes, teasing the tip of it with his thumb.
He wants him. Ignis wants him so much it's almost driving him crazy. And Noct's moans and pleas are only fanning the flames further.]
Noct...
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How is it possible to desire another human being this much? So much that it feels as though he's on fire, burning from the inside out and the only relief to be found is within Ignis' touch. Within his kisses. Within this love that's being given so freely.
Hips arch up and he releases that soft whine - and this is why they couldn't have done this at home. Noctis couldn't hold back. Wouldn't. Not after they had spent so long without one another. Not when they both wanted this so badly it felt like they were slowly being driven insane.]
I love the way you say my name. [Actually, he just loves hearing Ignis speak. No one should be allowed to sound like that. Especially not while looking like that.] You're so perfect. I'm never letting you go.
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His hand doesn't stop stroking him though, but it is at a slower speed because Ignis doesn't want him to come yet. Tonight, Ignis wants to do it properly, and with Noctis willing, he needs to measure all of his touches and strokes to not make him come too early. They can... "experiment" at a later date.
Ignis lifts himself up on one elbow, gaze scorching hot and lustful, but with a tinge of seriousness in it as well.]
I want to take you... ['can he'? He needs to hear it; maybe less because it's confirmation (that's important too but) and more because he wants to hear Noct's breathless and needy voice.]
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Fingers still stroke, and it's almost too much. A whimper rises up, the words strangled in his throat as he speaks.] Too close... [There's a very distinctive point that they're heading towards and there will be a no turning back once they've crossed it. And Noctis doesn't want it to be without Ignis.]
Yes. Yes, Ignis. Please. [This is all that he wants. To feel Ignis so close he can hardly tell where one of them ends and the other begins. Wants to feel his weight bear down on him and the beating of his heart against his chest. Wants to feel him move inside of him, become one with him.] Be with me. Inside me.
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His jacket is hanging on the edge of the bed, and he reaches for it to take the bottle with lube he brought with him, in case the things got heated. And they did. He leans back down, forehead pressed to Noct's, his breathing a tad bit heavy and heated.]
I'll need you to relax, okay? [He trails his mouth over Noct's chin and up to his ear,] I need to prepare you before I do anything, okay love? As much as you can... [Ignis is aware Noct probably won't be as relaxed as it should be because the anticipation of all of this is not letting him, but Ignis needs just a little bit of it to make sure he doesn't hurt him.]
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He doesn't want to open that box. Doesn't want to let all of that out. Maybe tomorrow he'll be brave enough to ask. But right now all his heart wants to focus on is Ignis.]
I'll try. [But it was going to be so difficult to relax when the the thrill of anticipation was so high. When he was already so keyed up from pleasure. So ready to be taken. And he does. He tries. Takes a deep breath in through his nose and blows it out from his mouth. Tries to force the tension out of his body. Make his muscles relax.] I can handle this tho, babe. I won't break.
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Ignis gives Noct those moments to calm himself down the best he can and uses them to get a good amount of lube on his fingers.]
I know you won't, [Ignis kisses Noct's lips shortly,] but I've never done this before to anyone so- I need to make sure. That I don't hurt you.
[Gently, he nudges Noct's legs apart, but doesn't do anything just yet, still merely hovering over Noct's body, giving him short kisses, in hope to relax him.] Tell me when you're ready...
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Both hands flatten, raise to cup the sides of Ignis' face gently. Touch soft and light. A strange contradiction to the way he guides this man back to his mouth and kisses him so fiercely. Until there's no more breath left in his body and his voice falters as he pulls away and and whispers.]
I love you. God's I love you so much. [Those words come slipping out unbidden, but he doesn't regret them. Could never, ever regret loving Ignis.
Breathing deep and ragged, he gives in to another kiss, shorter than before but just as deep. Just as intense. Before letting himself relax back against the pillows, legs spreading wide.] Don't keep me waiting.
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I love you so much. Noct said. That he loves him. And, oh gods, it will be embarrassing if he started crying now of all times. So he busies his mouth with Noct's, to keep both of the distracted (for various different reasons), and moves his hand to work slowly around the first ring of muscles.
He doesn't push just yet, he's making sure there's enough lube everywhere. Once he's satisfied with the feeling he has, his finger finally pushes in, slowly, up to the first, then second knuckle. The movements of his finger are minimum, just gentle push then pulling back out, testing and properly preparing him for next steps.]
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It's a strange feeling. New. Something he had never done to himself. Cold and wet but he feels full. The stretch is slow, a dull sort of ache that his body grows accustom to and overcomes with ease. Until those muscles give way and open and everything doesnt feel quite so pleasantly stretched and tight and full anymore.]
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This is where things can get tricky if Noct can't relax after the initial push. With both of them in, to the knuckles, Ignis makes an actual pause to let Noct adjust to this. Only when he feels that Noct's body will let him continue, he will move them again. All the way in, as far as he can reach.
Slow thrusts of his fingers, with only a gentle curve of the tips, as he looks for Noct's spot to make this uncomfortable feeling worthwhile.]
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Taking deep breaths in through his nose and pushing them out slowly from his lips. Tries to focus on the the way the firelight plays across the wall, casting long shadows of their forms across the wood. Makes the mistake of glancing up and getting lost in eyes so green the earth it's self should be jealous. Counts the flecks of different shades. Tries not to sigh out in frustration at how slow all of this is. Because he knows it's for his own benefit.
A burning sear is the first sensation, and he struggles with it the most. Has to force himself to relax. To calm down. Until it eases into a sharp ache, a tug and pull that strangely seems to get better with every movement. Until all that's left is the remnants of the pain and that same feeling of being full.
Until those fingers curl and brush over something that has him crying out. Has his head falling back against the pillows and his back arching as white hot pleasure flow through his system.]
Ignis. Please. Again. [Definitely worth it.]
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[A comment Ignis made mostly to himself than Noct, memorizing the spot in his mind so that he knows where to look for now and especially later. The pleasure makes Noct's body tighten and relax around Ignis' fingers at the same time and he can feel himself twitch at just the thought of being buried deep inside of him. Ignis is not sure where he's pulling all this patience out when all he wants is to pin Noct to the bed and just take him.
But Noct's moans are worth the prolonged 'torture'. He keeps on moving his fingers, the pace switching from slow to fast then back to slow again, always making sure to graze Noct's prostate in between several thrusts. He will try and make Noct come just with fingers some other time.
Feeling he's enough stretched, Ignis adds the third finger. By now it should just feel odd because Ignis made sure to properly stretch him before adding the third one.]
Just a little more, dear heart [Ignis whispers against Noct's neck, biting it. Again. He needs to stop doing this, but it's so irresistible.]
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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.]
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This time, he doesn't delay the undressing- the belt is pulled out and tossed away, pants unbuttoned, tugged down - together with the underwear - and also tossed to the side. He grabs the bottle with lube again, but this time it's to coat himself up. He doesn't dare give himself too many strokes- the sight in front of him is so erotic he might come just from watching.
When he's done, he leans down, keeping himself steady by leaning on one of his forearms while the other is gripping onto Noct's hip tightly.]
I'll start slow- if it hurts too much, tell me and I'll make a pause. Alright, love? [He says 'pause' instead of 'stop' because, let's face it, at this point only second death will get him away from Noct.]
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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.
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Slow... ah, down... otherwise it will hurt...
[As an "apology" for outright pinning him, he gives Noctis a long, deep kiss, the tongue relentlessly tasting Noct's mouth. His hips move slowly again, forward, Ignis steeling himself from just thrusting in with one sharp move. He pauses when he feels that he's all the way in, pulling back from Noct's mouth to see his face. His expression. His red lips and neck from all the kisses.
He lets go of Noct's hands so he can take a good grip on Noct's hip again, pulling out almost all the way, then thrusting back in. Gods this feels so fucking good, please give him stamina to last through it.]
Noct... [Ignis' call of Noct's name is completely breathless, the pace of his thrusts finally moving from testing, stretching and slow, to something both of them can enjoy. Or, at least, he hopes he'll make Noct enjoy it too.]
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Swift and complete. Arms going as they're bidden, lifting above his head and staying pinned there. A show of strength that has every nerve ending coming alive with the sheer force of it.
Ignis hadn't been lying when he warned that it would hurt. It does. A stinging burn as he's stretched impossibly, body giving way under the force of the intrusion. As the thick head pushes past that tight outer ring of muscle and then slips inside, down, down, until there's nothing left and every inch of their bodies are flush. It aches. But his body had been so relaxed and ready, open and willing, desire practically overflowing that it begins to ease quickly. Until his hips are rolling up to met each downwards thrust, trying desperately to find that angle from before that would make stars erupt in front of his vision.
He's so hard. Leaking pearly drops of precum, trapped between their bodies with not nearly enough friction. Blunt nails dig into the flesh of Ignis' back, looking for something to hold on to. Until he shift just right and it felt like the entire world was exploding into brightly colored neons and all he could hear was the blood rushing in his ears and the sound of their hearts beating together.]
Fuck, Ignis. You feel so good. It feels so good being yours.
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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-!
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Maybe they shouldn't be this rough. Shouldn't let their possessiveness run wild. But it's so difficult to care when it feels so good. When each thrust forward is brushing against that spot inside of him with an accuracy that only Ignis could ever accomplish. When he's seeing stars erupt behind his tightly closed eye lids because every time he opens his eyes they water from the intensity of it all.
Nails dig into skin. Leave behind angry half moon indentations that will ache by moaning. Hips raise, muscles clenching, drawing him in deeper. Whimpers and whines and moans fall from swollen lips and he couldn't stop any of them even if he tried. An endless chorus of 'Ignis and 'please', begging, pleading for more. For him not to stop. Surely he'll die all over again if Ignis stops.]
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But he does keep the thrusts at the same pace, hard and unforgiving, wanting to give everything, but also wanting to take all. But no matter how much is Ignis holding back, he can still feel that warm build up in the pit of his stomach with every plea and cry of his name on Noct's lips.
He doesn't want to come yet. The feeling of this, the heat, the biting scratches on his skin, Noctis clenching around him tightly at all times. He doesn't want to come unless Noct comes with him.]
So close... my love...
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That fire is growing, raging out of control, concentrating down into the pit of his stomach where the muscles are coiling impossibly tight. Rapidly building into an inferno that threatens to spill over at any moment.
Hard and weeping, cock trapped between the slick press of their bodies, a sort of friction so beautiful it almost borders on painful. And that thick head keeps brushing over the hidden spot buried deep within his walls, until the pleasure builds into a cresendo and he's ready to fall.]
Yes. Yes yes yes. Iggy. Please. Make me come. I want to come with you.
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His hand leaves Noct's hip to take a grip and stroke Noctis to his completion. Because he's too close, a mere few thrusts away from coming, and he doesn't want to leave Noct behind.]
Yes, come with me Noct... come for me-
[Ignis' teeth are in Noct's shoulder when he comes, a pure white, scorching pleasure rippling through his body and down his back, making him growl Noct's name ferociously, possessively.]
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There's a rush if white hot heat as those fingers wrap around him and he arches up. Feels Ignis spill deep within him. Feels the way it fills him to the brim. Until everything comes to a head and he's the one who's falling, head thrown back against the plush pillows and crying out, releases flowing onto their skin, staining it.
Then he falls back, body limp and relaxed and spent. Holding on to Ignis like they're in the middle of the sea and he's the only thing keeping him afloat. Like he needs to be this close to him to go on living.]
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