Noctis' fingers curled into Ignis' hair when he felt his mouth move upward. He was ready to receive some affection from Gladio, but instead, only got a flick. The king shot a glare at his shield and batted his hand away. That was enough to almost ruin the mood. With a growl, he shifted his hips, but the only friction he got along his cock was his cheek. It wasn't enough, just a damn tease--torture, even.

These men were going to be the death of him.

"Ignis," he breathed as he let his fingers stroke down the blind man's cheek. "Your mouth... I want your mouth on me."