[ as it turns out, it's one thing to murmur a bunch of filthy things into ignis' ear, and... quite another to try articulating himself like this, spread out and on display, at the unquestioned center of ignis' attention. but it's the only real hope he has of goading ignis into giving him what he wants before his self-control (or patience) crumbles, so. ]

I want -- [ his breath hitches as ignis trails those open-mouthed kisses so close to where noctis needs them, and he feels his dick give a little twitch of anticipation. ] I want you to --

[ another pause, struggling against his own nature, and then: ]

... fuck me. [ and once the first bit is out, the rest is always easier. ] The way I like it -- hard and fast, until all I can think about is you. Make me feel good, Ignis, I want you.