The command locks into Ardyn's brain, firm enough to make him blink. Part of him realizes belatedly that relying on Rosie to keep him in line might have been an error. (Later, when not drunk on alcohol or lust, he'll recognize that this was extremely obvious.) But he has his orders, and they're delicious orders at that.
Ardyn doesn't fully abandon his self-control, but he does start thrusting, trying to match Noctis' rhythm. It's not easy--even without Rosie's command he wants to go all-out--but it helps keep their balance. He ends up alternating with Noctis, feeling each in-stroke and out-stroke. He wishes he had more hands to touch them both, but at least he won't drop Rosie. As noctis bites her shoulder, Ardyn kisses her, rough and needy.
"Six, you're so fucking tight," he hisses. And while that rationally should slow him down, he only speeds up, slamming into Rosie with abandon, stretching her in a way he hasn't before. "Noctis..." he says, barely able to concentrate on what he wants to say--the unique intimacy of this situation will get him off sooner rather than later, but he wants to be last, wants to hold out for them both.
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Date: 2023-09-06 12:52 am (UTC)Ardyn doesn't fully abandon his self-control, but he does start thrusting, trying to match Noctis' rhythm. It's not easy--even without Rosie's command he wants to go all-out--but it helps keep their balance. He ends up alternating with Noctis, feeling each in-stroke and out-stroke. He wishes he had more hands to touch them both, but at least he won't drop Rosie. As noctis bites her shoulder, Ardyn kisses her, rough and needy.
"Six, you're so fucking tight," he hisses. And while that rationally should slow him down, he only speeds up, slamming into Rosie with abandon, stretching her in a way he hasn't before. "Noctis..." he says, barely able to concentrate on what he wants to say--the unique intimacy of this situation will get him off sooner rather than later, but he wants to be last, wants to hold out for them both.
"I love this..."