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( all glory to the cup noodle. ) ([personal profile] manscaping) wrote in [community profile] banebu on July 14th, 2018 at 01:25 pm
( God, but how could there be anyone he would ever want more than this man right here, when he makes these noises, when he's all hands and limbs and soft, gentle movements? They write the kind of poetry that gets recited by lovers for generations about moments like this, about the sharpness of his jaw and the heat of hips pressed together. How things as simple as a hand in the hair becomes an anchor, an electric link against his scalp.

He reaches blindly for the bottle on the bedside table, too absorbed in kisses which send his world spinning off its axis and set it in a new orbit around a sun with sharp, unseeing eyes and the fire of Ravatogh itself. Kisses which, in truth, pulled him into that orbit long ago, when Insomnia was still vibrant and bright and their prince was still a lazy brat sneaking out of his duties. )

Say it again.

( Urgent and growled and almost, but not quite, a demand as Gladio pulls back enough to slick his fingers with lube, to tease across the sensitive skin between Ignis' legs and to his entrance with light fingertips, his other hand wrapping around Ignis' cock, not yet stroking.

Say it again, Iggy. )
 
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