The kiss made Ignis' head spin, but not even that could distract from the fire that each little movement and sound started in him. Fuck, he wanted to play him, make him sing. He's sure he could with the right amount of time and motivation. This wasn't that time. In the future, because there was absolutely no chance this was going to be a one time thing. Not now that the damn had come crashing down. Noctis had unwittingly awoken something fierce and desperate inside him.
A low growl escaped him at the feeling of the bite on his skin. Those shouldn't effect him so much, but here it was. Lighting a fire under his skin that he couldn't ignore. The way Noctis sounded like this was unlike how he'd ever heard him. Voice needy and desperate with want, and he got far more pleasure from that than was reasonable. The nails digging into his back brought him far more pleasure than he'd anticipated, and he was sure he'd be feeling the burn for days. That thought was extremely satisfying.
Make me yours.
With a single request, the last of the frayed control Ignis had been holding onto was snapped. Everything in him was fire and burning and want. "Oh believe me, you won't forget who you belong to when I'm through with you."
He said, tipping his head so he was speaking into the other's ear to mimic the coy little trick Noctis had just pulled. "Ever. Again."
He added for emphasis before dipping slightly to deliberately mark the pale flesh just under his ear. He absolutely would not have been able to get away with something like this back home, and even if he couldn't personally see it, he wanted anyone to see him, know Noct belonged to him. A shame though, because he's positive the blooming color would look stunning against his skin.
Ignis pulled away some again after that, balancing himself to be able to pull off Noctis' pants, and anything else he was wearing along with it. Settling between Noctis' legs, he started at his left knee, pressing slow, deliberate, kisses there, making his was up the prince's legs. He's sure by now, Noctis would be a picture of debauched perfection, but he'd have to settle for the sounds. Not that there was much settling to be had. Noctis sounded gorgeous like this. He settled at a particularly sensitive spot on his thigh to leave another mark, this one he'd feel every time he moved, and honestly, that was gift enough on it's own.
"But I need you to tell me what you want, darling."
He said, his smirk clear as he looked sightlessly up at the other, more for Noct's benefit than his own. His expression could only be described as the cat who caught the canary. The way he'd reacted to the little pet name before didn't go unnoticed and he was going to exploit that fun little detail that was for certain.
NOCTIS LUCIS CAELUM
Notes: oops my hand slipped