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[ it's not nearly as satisfying as having ignis inside of him, but it's still good. better than fingers, and it stretches him open in a way that pulls another ragged moan out of him even as he turns his head back into the pillow. ignis' hands are both out of reach, but noctis fumbles clumsily for him anyway -- ends up clutching at one of the other man's knees just for some sort of connection, to make up for some of what's lacking. when ignis usually presses into him like this, he's close, a heavy heat against noct's back, kisses pressed to the nape of his neck, so this is --

different.

but still good, which is the important thing here. he shifts a little on his knees, licking his lips, and then: ] ... you can't just stop.