Ignis set about trying to remove his clothes, but of course Noctis couldn't help him and it was difficult to strip whilst pinned underneath seventy kilos of royal werewolf. Ignis managed to shrug out of his shirt, and Noctis finally seemed to figure out what he was doing-- he stepped back slightly so Ignis could strip off his pants and underwear, making soft growling noises as he waited.
Naked, face and neck wet with Noctis' saliva, Ignis lay back down in the same position as before. Noctis insinuated himself between Ignis' legs then licked at his face a few more times before moving downward. His tongue rasped roughly over Ignis' chest-- too broad for sophisticated technique, but Ignis felt his nipples harden stiffly nonetheless. Noctis licked across Ignis' torso and hips, then a few times over his cock-- it felt wonderful, so delightfully wrong and not-wrong at the same time.
His cock sprung to full hardness as Noctis laved at it with his sandpapery tongue, smearing Ignis' precum across his stomach. It was quite unlike the sensation of Noctis' usual teasing kitten licks as he blew Ignis in his normal form-- a sensation so novel Ignis was afraid he might burst prematurely and this whole thing would be over too soon, so he gently pushed Noctis' muzzle to the side and ignored his whine of denial.
Ignis levered himself up under Noctis' watchful expression and turned over onto his hands and knees-- presenting himself to Noctis, the way a female wolf would present to a male. He felt utterly exposed, almost humiiated with his face in the carpet and his hole on full display. The air was cool on his wet cock as it dangled between his legs and then turned warm as Noctis breathed out against him, and Ignis gasped at the feeling of Noctis' snout against his rear, the colder tip of his nose surrounded by coarse fur.
Noctis sniffed several times, moving down to nose at Ignis' scrotum, then back up to the cleft. Ignis felt Noctis begin to lick him again, sloppily but in earnest. The wolf's tongue was rougher and less precise than Noctis' tongue but no less effective at sending sparks through his body. Ignis moaned as he pushed back into the contact, and Noctis let out a soft whine too, sounding more like his human self than any canine.
Ignis wondered what this was doing for Noctis-- whether it was turning him on despite the extreme taboo, or because of it. They'd only just begun to start delving into kink, but it had already become apparent that Noctis' taste in bedroom activities skewed far from vanilla and Ignis had his own unusual proclivities and a stubborn streak that refused to let him back down from a challenge. This was something wholly different, however-- would Noctis be able to look him in the eyes once he'd changed back to normal?
"Noct, wait," said Ignis. He flung a hand to the side and searched under the sofa for the tube of Vaseline they'd left there several days before. Tearing it open, he reached behind himself with one hand, prepping himself clumsily-- he should have done this sooner, but he supposed he could be forgiven for being so distracted. He turned and gave Noctis' penis a considerable costing of lube-- it felt strangely limp in his hand, quite unlike the firm weight of Noctis' normal erection. Even so its length sent a frisson of apprehension through Ignis' body-- could he take it? He desperately wanted to, but desire was one thing-- in wolf form Noctis' cock was so large Ignis felt his insides cramp just looking at it.
No matter-- he had to try.
"I'm ready," said Ignis, turning back on his elbows, but Noctis didn't move. Looking over his shoulder, Ignis met Noctis' eyes-- he looked nervous and stiff, almost frightened. Ignis put on his most reassuring tone, and reached an arm back to stroke Noctis' fur, his hand landing awkwardly near Noctis' face.
"I know you're considerably larger in this form, but trust me, Noct, I've taken more," he said. "It'll be alright-- I know what I'm doing."
Ignis' neck was getting tired, so he turned to face forward, and felt a large weight settle over his lower half. Noctis had moved to stand on his hind legs, front legs grasping at Ignis' hips as he growled and rutted against him. His claws left scratches on Ignis' flanks and thighs, and with each sting of pain Ignis felt his erection twitch.
"Noct," said Ignis, growing impatient despite himself. It was terribly awkward to be the only one talking during this encounter, but Noctis could do little more than growl and whine, and he was taking it slowly, responding to Ignis' direction. He must ahve been afraid he'd hurt Ignis-- it wasn't out of the realm of possibility, but Ignis believed in hard-won pleasure, and he'd undergone worse in pursuit of far less satisfying outcomes. The threesome with Libertus and Crowe, for example, and the rollercoaster of an affair he'd had with Nyx-- at least with Noctis it would be someone Ignis loved.
The first touch of Noctis' penis against him made Ignis nearly jerk away, but he was held in place by the tips of Noctis' claws, digging sharply into his skin. Ignis' breaths came quick and shallow, and he quivered with anticipation. Was he ready? He had to be-- it was unlikely he'd get another chance if things went wrong.
Ignoct werewolf sex-- Shape of You (3/5)
Naked, face and neck wet with Noctis' saliva, Ignis lay back down in the same position as before. Noctis insinuated himself between Ignis' legs then licked at his face a few more times before moving downward. His tongue rasped roughly over Ignis' chest-- too broad for sophisticated technique, but Ignis felt his nipples harden stiffly nonetheless. Noctis licked across Ignis' torso and hips, then a few times over his cock-- it felt wonderful, so delightfully wrong and not-wrong at the same time.
His cock sprung to full hardness as Noctis laved at it with his sandpapery tongue, smearing Ignis' precum across his stomach. It was quite unlike the sensation of Noctis' usual teasing kitten licks as he blew Ignis in his normal form-- a sensation so novel Ignis was afraid he might burst prematurely and this whole thing would be over too soon, so he gently pushed Noctis' muzzle to the side and ignored his whine of denial.
Ignis levered himself up under Noctis' watchful expression and turned over onto his hands and knees-- presenting himself to Noctis, the way a female wolf would present to a male. He felt utterly exposed, almost humiiated with his face in the carpet and his hole on full display. The air was cool on his wet cock as it dangled between his legs and then turned warm as Noctis breathed out against him, and Ignis gasped at the feeling of Noctis' snout against his rear, the colder tip of his nose surrounded by coarse fur.
Noctis sniffed several times, moving down to nose at Ignis' scrotum, then back up to the cleft. Ignis felt Noctis begin to lick him again, sloppily but in earnest. The wolf's tongue was rougher and less precise than Noctis' tongue but no less effective at sending sparks through his body. Ignis moaned as he pushed back into the contact, and Noctis let out a soft whine too, sounding more like his human self than any canine.
Ignis wondered what this was doing for Noctis-- whether it was turning him on despite the extreme taboo, or because of it. They'd only just begun to start delving into kink, but it had already become apparent that Noctis' taste in bedroom activities skewed far from vanilla and Ignis had his own unusual proclivities and a stubborn streak that refused to let him back down from a challenge. This was something wholly different, however-- would Noctis be able to look him in the eyes once he'd changed back to normal?
"Noct, wait," said Ignis. He flung a hand to the side and searched under the sofa for the tube of Vaseline they'd left there several days before. Tearing it open, he reached behind himself with one hand, prepping himself clumsily-- he should have done this sooner, but he supposed he could be forgiven for being so distracted. He turned and gave Noctis' penis a considerable costing of lube-- it felt strangely limp in his hand, quite unlike the firm weight of Noctis' normal erection. Even so its length sent a frisson of apprehension through Ignis' body-- could he take it? He desperately wanted to, but desire was one thing-- in wolf form Noctis' cock was so large Ignis felt his insides cramp just looking at it.
No matter-- he had to try.
"I'm ready," said Ignis, turning back on his elbows, but Noctis didn't move. Looking over his shoulder, Ignis met Noctis' eyes-- he looked nervous and stiff, almost frightened. Ignis put on his most reassuring tone, and reached an arm back to stroke Noctis' fur, his hand landing awkwardly near Noctis' face.
"I know you're considerably larger in this form, but trust me, Noct, I've taken more," he said. "It'll be alright-- I know what I'm doing."
Ignis' neck was getting tired, so he turned to face forward, and felt a large weight settle over his lower half. Noctis had moved to stand on his hind legs, front legs grasping at Ignis' hips as he growled and rutted against him. His claws left scratches on Ignis' flanks and thighs, and with each sting of pain Ignis felt his erection twitch.
"Noct," said Ignis, growing impatient despite himself. It was terribly awkward to be the only one talking during this encounter, but Noctis could do little more than growl and whine, and he was taking it slowly, responding to Ignis' direction. He must ahve been afraid he'd hurt Ignis-- it wasn't out of the realm of possibility, but Ignis believed in hard-won pleasure, and he'd undergone worse in pursuit of far less satisfying outcomes. The threesome with Libertus and Crowe, for example, and the rollercoaster of an affair he'd had with Nyx-- at least with Noctis it would be someone Ignis loved.
The first touch of Noctis' penis against him made Ignis nearly jerk away, but he was held in place by the tips of Noctis' claws, digging sharply into his skin. Ignis' breaths came quick and shallow, and he quivered with anticipation. Was he ready? He had to be-- it was unlikely he'd get another chance if things went wrong.