[There was little on this earth that Ezio enjoyed more than the sound of Noctis begging - even when he was no longer sure what was even being asked more. More of his voice? More of those visions that came to him in his dreams transformed into words?]
I would make you come for me. [Muscles tighten deep within his own belly, cock twitching inside his grasp and he knows he absolutely won't make it much longer. Not when all he has to do is close his eyes and imagine that Noctis is there with him, hovering above him. That he's buried deep inside of him.] Come for me, bello.
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I would make you come for me. [Muscles tighten deep within his own belly, cock twitching inside his grasp and he knows he absolutely won't make it much longer. Not when all he has to do is close his eyes and imagine that Noctis is there with him, hovering above him. That he's buried deep inside of him.] Come for me, bello.