Normally, Ignis would've snorted at the thought of Noctis being 'shy', but he couldn't be bothered to pull his mouth away from his king's cock. For all their fussing, he knew that sooner or later, they'd likely get their wish. After all, Ignis gave himself in passion just like he did in work. Absolute devotion. He had no doubt that he could get their monarch to mumble a few nasty things for his companions to enjoy.

A hand in his hair was something Ignis could rarely turn away from. It almost always got a reaction from the adviser and usually in the best way. A gentle hand in his hair could prove to be a distraction even when he was his busiest, and a good tug could make his brain shudder to a full stop if done right. For the moment, the contact made him damn near purr as he let his fingers trace along Noctis' thighs, his pace slow and steady.