When Noctis said his name it was like music to his ears. The way it sounded coming from him as wrecked as he already was only stoked the fire burning inside him even more. With each passing moment the feeling became more intense, the desire he felt only increasing. He would hit a breaking point soon, but he wanted to hold onto it for as long as possible, and right now, if it meant getting to hear the sounds and feel that tight heat against him, well, his willpower was quite strong.
An amused hum was pulled from him when Noctis wrapped his legs around his waist. In return he brought one of his arms around Noctis' waist to angle him just a little better as he thrust in hard and deep, but controlled. Each roll of his hips calculated to hit just so, until he found exactly the right angle to drive Noctis completely wild. The way his body tightened around him threatened to send him over, but he was able to reign himself in. Each little sound and motion was cherished, but he could only imagine what he looked like, but what he had was more than enough.
The whining pleas were delicious, and his only response was an amused hum. A few more kisses were pressed along Noctis's neck and jaw before he shifted his wait back up and onto his knees. His free hand coming to bring one of Noctis' legs over his shoulder. He didn't press forward, even if he knew Noctis was likely flexible enough for it, because his own finite control was starting to slip. By the third plea, he'd more than doubled his speed, his pace going from controlled to brutal in just a few stroked.
The sound of skin against skin was filling the room, along with the absolutely gorgeous desperate little noises Noctis was making. It was absolutely divine. His fingers were dug hard into the meat of Noctis' thigh, as he held it in place. There would likely be bruises later, but honestly that was more thrilling than deterring. There were things they would need to actually talk about when this was all said and done, but it was a fleeting thought in his mind. Right now he was focused solely on drawing every little sound, every desperate squirm out of the other that he could before bringing them both over the edge.
he hissed out, "Astrals you feel so perfect,"
his voice was low, and desperate as he spoke. Foreign even to his own ears. "Like you were made to take my cock. and your pretty little noises, better than I ever imagined."
He was babbling a little now, unable to stop what felt right in the moment. Noctis was absolute perfection and he wanted him to know.
NOCTIS LUCIS CAELUM