[Nothing has ever sounded better or more sweet than his name falling from Noctis' lips, like a symphony playing within his ears that's meant only for him. It makes his ego and his cock swell impossibly more, makes heat explode outwards from the pit of his stomach.
He's there, hands moving to thighs in a split second reaction, giving no warning before he's lifting, urging them to part and wrap around his waist.]
Say my name like that again.
[A clear, distinct command instead of a request, accompanied by another slap, this one harder than before, without the rub to ease away the ache.]
no subject
He's there, hands moving to thighs in a split second reaction, giving no warning before he's lifting, urging them to part and wrap around his waist.]
Say my name like that again.
[A clear, distinct command instead of a request, accompanied by another slap, this one harder than before, without the rub to ease away the ache.]