[There was something about the eye contact while Ignis worked up his body that made Noctis run hot. His entire body was on fire, Ignis' palm searing heat through his flesh. He gasps at the slight brush against his nipple, his entire body feeling more sensitive than it ever has been. He has to bite his lip, but the whimper he was trying to hold back still makes itself known- albeit a little muffled.
In this position it is so easy to just... roll his hips, rock them a little for the much needed friction.
So he does.
Eyes closing as he... does it again, and he leans down a bit, palms on Ignis' chest, to angle himself a little better, feeling his erection press up... and his breath hitches.
Finally he opens his eyes, heavily lidded as he gazes down at the man.]
...Please.
[Almost a whine- and he's unsure of what he is asking for, but he... wants something, articulating it is another problem entirely.]
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In this position it is so easy to just... roll his hips, rock them a little for the much needed friction.
So he does.
Eyes closing as he... does it again, and he leans down a bit, palms on Ignis' chest, to angle himself a little better, feeling his erection press up... and his breath hitches.
Finally he opens his eyes, heavily lidded as he gazes down at the man.]
...Please.
[Almost a whine- and he's unsure of what he is asking for, but he... wants something, articulating it is another problem entirely.]