[Noct's head falls against Ignis' shoulder, hips rocking into the touch. He can hear his groans ring off the bathroom's walls, but that's all taller man's fault. And from the way he's reacting, it's not bad. Right?
Shit, he seriously can't control his voice.
A tad bit clumsily, his own hand slips past Ignis' underwear, fingers wrapping around his length and giving it a slow, testing stroke.]
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Shit, he seriously can't control his voice.
A tad bit clumsily, his own hand slips past Ignis' underwear, fingers wrapping around his length and giving it a slow, testing stroke.]