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“But—“

“Cat’s don’t talk, Noct.”

Noctis glares in response, eyes narrowing as his plump, kissable lips settle into a full-on pout. He doesn’t say anything more though, so Ignis smiles and leans forward to reward him. He can never resist those lips.

Ignis does however, pull away as soon as Noctis tries to take control of the kiss. It’s hard to not capitulate to his Prince, and Ignis knows he’ll fail if he gives Noctis any leeway in the situation. After all, Noctis was the one who asked to swap roles for a day, and Ignis is nothing if not thorough. He wants to see this through despite Noctis being nothing like the feline he is when he’s the one wearing the collar. It’s all the better this way though; Ignis loves Noctis exactly as he is, as a bratty owner or as a bratty pet.

So Ignis suffers the pout that really is too adorable and bears the glare that holds a myriad of promises for another time. He should be so lucky that his Prince is such a multi-faceted man.

“Now, you can either nap here on the couch or in the bedroom, but I have to finish reviewing your reports for tomorrow’s meeting, so no more play until I’m done.”

In some ways, Noctis is a far better cat than he is, and Ignis can’t help his smile as his Prince turns away with a huff. He watches Noctis curl into a ball on the spot: a little selfish, a little entitled, and endearingly bratty. How very cat-like of Noctis indeed.

“Alright. Couch it is. I won’t be too long.” Ignis gives those fake ears a scratch before going to fetch the papers from the table and returns to Noctis repositioning his tail. He’s not trying to take the plug portion out though, Ignis stays silent and just sits back down. Noctis may be ignoring him now, curled up to hide his nudity with his tail wrapped around his body, but he’s willing to bet that his Prince will be in his lap before he knows it.

And lo and behold, not twenty minutes later, a foot nudges at his thigh and Noctis turns around to rest his head on his lap. He’s still facing away and undoubtedly still pouting, but Ignis thinks he’s doing rather well for being told he can’t fuck him until after all the work is done. 

Usually, Ignis lets Noctis do whatever he likes, whether he has to work or not. He likes when Noctis bends him over his desk. He likes when Noctis clips in his cat ears and shuts him up with his cock. He likes being Noctis’s pet, ready to service his every whim. 

And yet, this is oddly nice too.

Ignis intermittently pets Noctis's wild hair as he reads and makes notes for both himself and his Prince. There aren't many corrections or even suggestions to make though; Noctis has become quite adept at his duties. He really will make a great King someday, so it really shouldn’t be a surprise to find those steel blue eyes staring straight up at him when he sets the papers down. Confident, expectant, and full of affection. It’s like Noctis knows exactly how good he’s done, and how good he’s being. 

“Nnn?”

Ignis answers the faux innocent question with a smile. He has always indulged Noctis, especially when it comes to sex.

“Alright, I think my cat deserves a proper reward now.” Taking up the leash, he clips it to the front of Noctis’s collar and tugs it twice as he stands. 

“Come, kitty.”

Ignis has never been opposed to trying new things, but he still can’t deny how odd he feels in this role. He’s usually the one who crawls, naked and eager to serve his Prince. Now that it’s Noctis on his hands and knees, crawling after him, Ignis isn’t sure how to feel.

Ultimately, as long as Noctis is happy, he’s happy. And he fully intends to still have Noctis fuck him, of course. He’s never been ashamed about his predilections, and while they’ve switched it up a few times, he still prefers what he prefers. This will be a new dynamic still, but he can’t wait to see how good Noctis is going to feel being stimulated from both sides. After all, the tail plug is staying in.

Ignis draws the curtains and locks the bedroom door out of habit before turning back to face Noctis. He drops the leash, and as soon as he does, Noctis pushes himself up onto his knees and nuzzles into his crotch.

“Would you like a taste?”

“Nya…” His Prince nods, playing the cat as he peers up, batting his eyelashes. As if Ignis needed more convincing to let Noctis suck his cock. 

He doesn’t even bother going to bed. With the way Noctis is looking up at him, Ignis just unbuckles his belt, unzips his pants, and pulls his cock out right there in the middle of the room. He’s already mostly hard, and as he feeds Noctis his cock, he feels himself filling out to his full length before his Prince even moves his tongue.

“That’s a good kitty…”

Noctis looks good with a mouthful of cock, but it’s the smugness in his eyes that really sends shivers up his spine. A happy kitty with this treat. He pushes a hand into Noctis’s hair, taking care not to knock the cat ears sitting innocently amidst his wild hair, and carefully guides his Prince—his pet—back and forth on his cock.

Noctis can’t deepthroat like he can, so Ignis makes sure not to push him too far down, but it still feels amazing. It’s delightfully wet and tight, and what his Prince lacks in the deepthroat department, he more than makes up for with his tongue and hands. One hand strokes what doesn’t fit and while Noctis’s other hand makes quick work of pushing his pants and underwear the rest of the way down. Ignis steps out of the pile of clothing at his feet, but with his clothing gone, that hand starts massaging his balls before he even has a chance to kick the garments away.

“So eager…” Ignis allows himself a breathy moan as a finger circles the rim of his hole and extracts a hand from Noctis’s hair in order to fetch the lube from the nearby nightstand. 

“But I suppose that is your nature. I don’t mind…”

Ignis has to remove his other hand from Noctis’s hair in order to uncap the lube, but his oddly obedient pet simply continues at the same slow pace. Back and forth and back and forth, leaving his cock slick with spit and throbbing from sensation. It’s so mesmerizing to watch his length slide in and out of his Prince’s mouth that Ignis forgets about the lube entirely for a solid minute.

But then Noctis swirls his tongue around his cockhead and presses into his perineum. He slides that pressure toward his entrance to remind him of his impatience, and Ignis almost laughs. Always in a rush, his Noctis.

“Don’t worry, I won’t make you wait long. You’ve already been so good.”

Ignis exhales a low moan as he widens his stance, coating his fingers with lube while Noctis rubs the flat of his tongue against the sensitive underside of his cock. It’s a good thing he can multitask. And in no time at all, he’s sliding his fingers down between his cheeks to glide over Noctis’s. He does however, take the time to spread the lube before pushing against the rim of his hole. It’s easy to relax when Noctis is practically gagging on his cock, so when nudges Noctis’s fingers away to push two fingers into himself, they slide in without resistance.

“Oh…”

Except then Noctis presses a finger of his own alongside his. Three is a lot, but he prides himself in taking cock, so he tosses the bottle of lube onto the bed and just relaxes into it. 

“Noct…are you going to be able to control yourself at this rate?” Ignis pushes his own fingers a little further inside and slides his free hand back into Noctis’s hair.

“Because…” Despite being unable to really touch his own prostate from this angle, he still curls his fingers against his insides; the stretch simply feels good. “Ah…I want it long…and slow today.” 

Noctis however, can curl his finger in the correct direction, and answers by pressing down into that spot. It’s sudden, yet welcome, and Ignis can’t help as his hips forward buck ever so slightly.

“Ah…!” 

Ignis can only watch as Noctis slides off his cock with all the deliberate slowness of a cat enjoying his meal, eyes on him the entire time. There’s a thick string of spit still connecting his length to his Prince’s tongue, and when Noctis closes his mouth to break it, it comes with a noise that leaves his knees weak.

“Nyah…”

It’s both adorable and painfully arousing, and he suddenly understands why Noctis is so weak to it when their roles are reversed. And with Noctis now actively rubbing against his prostate, Ignis doesn’t want to wait any longer either. He wiggles his fingers against Noctis’s, curling and uncurling them three whole times before sliding them out.

Noctis just kneels there, wearing a half formed smirk as he licks his lips. Ignis takes one look and grabs the leash dangling from the front of his Prince’s collar to drag him to the bed without another word. He yanks until Noctis follows him onto the bed, until his bratty pet falls between his legs, and wraps the leash around his hand to shorten the distance between them. Playing his role well, Noctis says nothing, only biting his lower lip as he braces himself against the bed, one hand on either side of Ignis’s chest. 

“Good kitty…”

Ignis tugs on the leash to pull Noctis in for a kiss, but keeps it as a mere press of lips in order to grope around for the lube with his free hand. He can’t open it with just one hand though, so he gives some lack in the leash and shoves the bottle at Noctis. 

“Come on, Noct. Show me how well you can fuck.”

They don’t actually end up in this position often, which is a shame, because Ignis can see so much when they’re facing each other. Noctis’s face, all flush with arousal and determination; those cute ears, real enough that Ignis almost believes the illusion; and best of all, that perfectly thick, perfectly curved cock. 

He watches Noctis coat himself in lube as he pulls his legs back toward his head, folding himself in half while spreading his legs out wide to either side. He doesn’t have to ask again because Noctis is back on him in an instant, pushing his cock inside without warning or hesitation. His Prince has never been able to resist demonstrations of his flexibility.

“Yessss…”

The stretch burns just a little, but Noctis settles in quickly, sinking all the way in with a cute little groan. Ignis revels in the feeling, hooking his legs over his Prince’s shoulders as he tugs on the leash for a proper kiss this time. He parts his lips with a moan and lets Noctis ravish his mouth, reciprocating with enthusiasm but not force. He does however, keep the tension on the lease and kisses his Prince-turned-pet until he’s ready for Noctis to move.

And when Noctis does begin to move, rolling his hips perfectly slowly without even being asked, Ignis drops his head back into the mattress and just enjoys it. The fullness, the slow drag of a hot cock, and most of all, just Noctis. 

“Nnngh…feels good. Keep going…”

His eyes may be half closed from the easy build of pleasure, but he can still see the enjoyment on Noctis’s face. They’ve only just begun, but his Prince is already gasping, brows furrowed and arms shaking. It’s hard to tell whether it’s from the denial earlier, the tail plug, or some combination.

“That’s a good kitty…fuck me just like that…”

““Nn-nya…”

Noctis bites his lower lip again, eyes so blown out with arousal that they’re nothing but disks of pure black. Despite everything being so slow, Ignis almost worries about it all ending too soon. 

“Nn…ahh…!”

Thankfully, it doesn’t, and Ignis relaxes his legs with the next few thrusts to allow them to slip from Noctis’s shoulders. He also releases the leash, allowing Noctis the freedom to rear back. His Prince immediately pushes off the bed and grabs onto his legs for leverage. As Ignis settles his legs into the crooks of Noctis’s elbows, he can’t help but smirk at the way his Prince’s eyes fixate down to where they’re joined. Noctis always likes to watch him take cock.

“Ah…n-nice and slow…ah…and deep.” Ignis stretches his arms up, writhing against the streets as he curls his back to meet Noctis’s next excruciatingly slow thrust. The newfound depth is perfect, and it becomes all too easy to display his pleasure for his Prince. 

His gasps and moans spill out naturally, but even through his own haze of pleasure, Ignis doesn’t miss the near distraught expression of rapture on Noctis’s face. Slow thrust after slow thrust, his Prince just continues to undulate and roll his hips. Exactly like he asked. What a good pet. 

Ignis can tell Noctis wants to say something though, so he arches his back to change the angle of his hips and dangles a reward for his Prince. 

“And if you can make me come, you can do whatever you want.” 

Ever dedicated to his role, Noctis makes a kittenish grunt of acknowledgement and chews on his lower lip some more. The pace doesn’t change, but each thrust is suddenly forceful and aimed straight into his sweet spot. Ignis whimpers his approval, but only manages to mutter half words of praise between each thrust. His pleasure coils and builds, and when he brings a hand down to toy with his own nipple, Noctis drops his left leg in order to grab his previously neglected cock.

It’s a lot, but it’s exactly what he needs, and Ignis happily rides the mounting ecstasy until he tips over the edge. And Noctis, his sweet, deligent Prince, fucks him through it, pumping his cock exactly the way he likes as he paints his own chest with come.

And even when he’s spent and boneless, Noctis simply continues, hips moving faster and faster as more and more noises spill out of those pouty lips. It’s cute and hot, even with Ignis teetering on the edge of oversensitivity.

“The tail…hah…f-feels good, doesn’t it? You can, ah, feel it every time…mmm, you thrust, can’t you?” Words aren’t easy, but the effort is worth it. His Prince nods, brows pinching as his hips stutter, and Ignis reaches out to coax him down for a kiss. He could just pull on the leash, but Noctis is on the verge of orgasm, so Ignis licks his way into his mouth and holds him by the back of his neck until he does. 

Noctis comes buried deep in him, groaning into his mouth, and Ignis decides that they should definitely do this again. He almost likes this as much as when he’s playing the pet.

Their breathing calms after a moment, and Noctis collapses fully on top of him, but Ignis knows they’re far from done; Noctis’s cock is still hard and throbbing inside him. Thankfully, he has absolutely no objections to round two.

“Mmm…well? How was I?” Noctis still sounds a little strained, like he’s still worked up, but that is to be expected. The tail plug is still in after all, so Ignis replies with a smirk and reaches around to tug playfully at the toy.

“Mmm, up till now, you were perfect. But cats don’t talk, remember?” Ignis really can’t resist teasing, especially since Noctis is already starting to roll his hips again.

“Hmph, fine. Nyah.” 

Only this time, Noctis descends on him unlike a pet at all, all predatory, eyes dark and teeth glistening. For Ignis though, that's perfectly fine. His kitty has teeth and an attitude, and he wouldn’t change a thing about him.

“Good kitty…nnnnngh… ”