[ Hopefully Noctis is basking deep enough in the afterglow to miss the way Ignis laughs at that, something quiet that bubbles up from deep in his chest to (unfortunately) jostle Noct a little where he's draped over him. It's a sweet thing, to have Noctis like this; boneless and happy, his trust in Ignis complete and apparent in the way he goes almost liquid against him. Sweet enough that Ignis' own dick seems a less pressingly urgent matter than it did a minute ago. Which is probably for th best, all things considered. ]
Noct. [ Full of affection. So much he feels as though he might burst, his love a pressure under his ribs that is far greater than the weight of Noct pressed there. Enough to buoy him up no matter what. ] My love.
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Noct. [ Full of affection. So much he feels as though he might burst, his love a pressure under his ribs that is far greater than the weight of Noct pressed there. Enough to buoy him up no matter what. ] My love.