Ignis' mouth was far from where Noctis wanted it, needed it to be. He let out a frustrated groan around the fingers in his mouth when he felt the harsh sucking. His own hand gently guideed Ignis just a little lower. Or at least he tried to guide him. The man before him was stubbornly going at his own pace. He continued to suck and swirl his tongue around the digit and added a graze of teeth.

Prompto's words weren't necessarily helping him. either. They're filthy and he can feel his face flush just from hearing them ALONG. It was a bit ridiculous to still heat up like a blushing virgin at his age (and his status as king!) but apparently some habits never died. He shifted his hips and pressed them a little closer to Ignis.

Come on, Ignis, take the hint.

"Guys..." He practically whined as he pulled away from Prompto's fingers.