[ It's no more than what Ignis expected. As willing as Noctis is to be reasoned with in daily life (provided, of course, that vegetables do not enter the equation), he's never patient in bed. The confirmation that he's determined to be a brat is precisely what Ignis wanted, so he holds position and lets Noctis arch up into his mouth, closing his lips around him and pressing back for just a few moments before he pulls off and reaches for the lube again. ]
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