[Watching Noctis' fingers press against that spot upon his throat makes his own throb, the memory of how it came to be still so fresh within his mind. He so desperately wants those sharp teeth digging into his flesh, leaving perfect imprints that will scar over into silvery lines.]
That's it. What a good boy you're being. [He should have gone to him. Should be the one with his hands on him. But he's not and all he can do is use his voice and his image.] Touch yourself for me.
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That's it. What a good boy you're being. [He should have gone to him. Should be the one with his hands on him. But he's not and all he can do is use his voice and his image.] Touch yourself for me.