Game Inbox - Duplicity

[nocts]

CHARACTER CONTACT ACTION / TEXT / VIDEO / VOICE Noctis here. Got a voice message? Leave it after signal.
Otherwise text me. code credit

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[collectsfeathers]

[Ezio doesn't reply with words, at least, not at first.

No, instead he sends another picture, this one focused upon his neck and collar bone, head tilted back so that scar is perfectly on display.]

You should see the one you left on my hips.

[nocts]

[Is it bad that he wants to sink his teeth again in that same spot, despite it already having a mark? It's just so tempting.]

Mine are fading, I think I need a refresher

[Ezio gets a picture of Noct's hip, and thigh, the angle showing swell of his ass as well, but tactfully keeping everything important out of the picture. There are fading imprints of Ezio's fingers just above his hipbone and on the thigh.]

[collectsfeathers]

[Sink your teeth into it so harshly you break the skin and leave the scar even more deeply embedded into his being, Noctis.

Just like he wants to sink his into that ass of yours and leave marks there.]

We can't have that.

Tomorrow night though. I have plans for you.

[nocts]

[He just might. Because you do tend to drive him crazy, Ezio, and he has to let out the frustration somehow.

He's always free to do it.]

Oh yeah?

And what am I to do until tomorrow night? My hands on me are not as good as yours

text -> video

[collectsfeathers]

[Guess that's just the price he'll have to pay.]

Perhaps I can help you with that.

[Ring ring, your boyfriend is video calling you.]

video

[nocts]

[Okay, this blush is not from the hot water. He slips into his room and turns a lock before answering, a mix of a smile and smirk greeting Ezio.]

Late night calls... how romantic...

[He's still not dressed, which is obvious from the fact that he has no shirt on, his collarbone, shoulders, and neck clearly visible in the feed. There's a pale, blueish tint on him falling on him from the aquarium lights- he didn't want to turn on proper ones. Whether he has something on below the waist is left to Ezio's imagination.]

[collectsfeathers]

[There's that flush he loves so much. That means he's doing something exceptionally right.

Ezio is still stretched out in bed, the camera held up slightly to give a long, downwards angle - yet everything important is carefully hidden beneath the fall of the white sheets.]

Perhaps I wished to see your face.

[Does he mean that romantically or sexually? It's hard to tell.]

[nocts]

I sent you a picture, [Noct says- he knows it's not the same but he had a need to point it out. There's a bit of rustling as he gets in the bed as well, the camera shaking and... 'flashing' bits and pieces of Noct until he settles down.

Now his head is also on the pillows, grinning up at the device, with more than obvious squirming.]

You kind of... interrupted me, in my business.

[collectsfeathers]

Should I have left you to satisfy yourself with mine?

[Yet even as he speaks he's rolling over, resuming that same position from the photo - complete with the sight of his ass so clearly visible, sheets falling down to bunch at his thighs.]

Or would you rather hear my voice telling you what to do?

[nocts]

[Damn it. Damn you Ezio and your stupidly hot accent. Noct groans and shifts again so he can lay down on his side, the device propped up against the pillows. It shows almost everything of Noct's body, cutting off just at the hip bone and lower stomach.]

Tell me...

[Noct blinks dreamily at the device, keeping hands to himself until he hears Ezio tell him do otherwise. Until then, he will enjoy the sight presented to him.]

[collectsfeathers]

[Excuse you, that is an odd way of saying 'thank you for blessing me with your stupidly hot voice'.

Those eyes watch shift downwards, taking in every single inch that's been revealed too him, those teeth sinking into his lip before glancing back up.]

You look so good laid out like that. If only I were there to enjoy you.

[nocts]

[Yeah, yeah, he'll get that after he's not being stupidly aroused by that stupid accent.

Very slowly, Noctis is running fingers over his skin, the shoulder, dipping into the neck where the bite scar is then down his throat, pressing ever so slightly in.]

Tomorrow... you said tomorrow...

[collectsfeathers]

That doesn't mean I don't wish that I was there with you. That I could take you in my mouth and hear you moan my name.

[His voice grows deeper, breathier as he speaks, accent growing thicker and more intense, like he knows exactly what he's doing.]

[nocts]

[This is not fair. Ezio is talking about all things he's going to do to him (hopefully) tomorrow, and he still isn't allowed to touch himself yet.

He exhales shakily, fingers very, very tempted to travel lower to finally get some relief, but he stops himself, focusing completely on how Ezio sounds and looks.]

Mmm, you manage to make me cry out your name. Remember?

[collectsfeathers]

[All of the things he is definitely going to do to him. Because whenever Noctis is in front of him it's impossible to keep his hands to himself.]

Do it for me now. [Because of course he remembers it. There's no way that sound is ever going to leave his memory. But his entire being is throbbing to hear it again.] Cry out my name and I'll let you touch yourself.

[nocts]

[And Noctis wants them always on him. His own hands don't do justice to what Ezio's can. The request makes him groan and squirm beneath the sheets- just prolonging the sweet, sweet pleasure.

Exhaling, he closes his eyes, fingers of one hand curling into the sheets beneath him, the other digging firmly into the bite mark, remembering how that bite felt.]

Ezio please... this is torture--

[collectsfeathers]

[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.

[nocts]

[There's moan of relief when he hears that he's allowed to touch himself, his hand slipping underneath the sheets to grasp himself firmly and alleviate some of the stress with a few strokes. If it were Ezio's hand, he'd probably come embarrassingly fast, but his own is too familiar.

He moans into the pillow and opens his eyes, giving Ezio a burning look-] Ah... I'm greedy though... I need m-more... [More of Ezio's voice, goading him on, praising or punishing, he doesn't care. His skin feels like it's on fire, threatening to burn him from inside out.]

[collectsfeathers]

[That moan is candy sweet, like poison dripping from a blade, leaving you desperate for the taste of more.]

Do you want to hear how hard I am for you? [It's slow, the way the camera shifts, following him as he rolls onto his back and the phone is lifted above his head, revealing the length of his body down below the hip.] That I wish it were my hands touching you?

[nocts]

[Noct's eyes light up as the camera reveals new angles and patches of the skin, Ezio's body sprawled on the sheets like that. Gods, he feels like he could reach through the screen to touch it-]

Y-Yes... yes, I want to... [Noct is only briefly distracted, his breath hitching when his senses focus back to the hand that he's using to stroke himself.]

Fuck, I want to ride you while you lie down like that...

[collectsfeathers]

[Damn. How quickly and easily his imagination could run wild, especially when given such amazing suggestions.

Everything shifts, becomes less steady for a brief moment as he zooms in, as he pans along the length of his body at an agonizing rate. As he allows the camera to come back into focus before taking himself in hand and stroking, slow and hard as if mimicking exactly what Noctis would do if he were there.]

Tell me what you'll do.

[nocts]

[Noctis wasn't really good at telling stuff, that was more Ezio's forte. But that doesn't discourage him from showing him.

His camera shifts a bit, showing Noctis from an angle, looking from the under side up, just the way Ezio would be lying in bed when Noctis would be on top of him. He had backed up only slightly, but in doing so it shows off the full length of his body, on his knees on the bed, hand tightly wrapped around himself, stroking extremely slowly.]

I'd lower myself down... slowly, just to tease you... [his smirk mixes with a gasp of pleasure because his other hand moved behind to show off exactly what he means. Ezio knows where those fingers slipped in.] Make you, ah, a bit frustrated for being slow... but it would feel good, right?

[collectsfeathers]

[Despite the distance currently separating them, it was so incredibly easy to let his eyes slip closed, to imagine that it was Noctis surrounding him. That it was his body he was currently slipping inside of, gripping tight with each slow, teasing stroke. Even as his hand mimicked each imagined movement, firm and drawn out, despite the way his body was begging him to give in, to thrust his hips into that heat and ride out the pleasure to completion.

But he doesn't. Because Noctis is right. It feels so incredibly good that he wouldn't stop even if an earthquake began at that very moment.]

You would feel so good. [Those eyes slip back open as he speaks, depths darkened with the fire that's currently raging inside him.] My fingers would wrap around you and stroke until I felt you shudder around me.

[nocts]

[Gods, he can feel those words seep into his bones, and eyes burn a trail over his skin. He loves when Ezio looks at him like that- dark and full of desire like he's about to pin him to the nearest wall and fuck the life out of him. And by the all that is holy, Noctis wants him to do it.]

J-Just that...? [Noctis groans, his hand tightening around himself for firmer strokes-] I d-don't want you to just touch me... [And he will die from embarrassment later when he remembers saying this but-] I want you to fuck me so hard I won't be able to say anything else but your name...

[collectsfeathers]

[It's impossible to stop the shudder than runs through him at those words, deep and visible, camera unforgiving and picking up each and every ripple as it works it's way down. Fingers squeeze at his own base, stroking up hard, thumb circling the sticky head before repeating the motion.

If Noctis was going to die of embarrassment then surely Ezio was going to die from the heat flaring within his body.] Noctis. [It's deep and feral and his hand squeezes again as he breathes that one name to life.] I want to bend you over my desk and fuck you until you can't walk.