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( all glory to the cup noodle. ) ([personal profile] manscaping) wrote in [community profile] banebu on July 22nd, 2018 at 03:24 pm
( Something which has always, or nearly always, been there. The retinue of his father's generation ended with two dead and two strangers, miles apart with nothing but veiled references to that time. They could have easily stumbled into the same places, nearly did in the worst moments when everything became too much. Without Noctis here, it's easy to be so caught up in their individual responsibilities that they lose track of each other, but Ignis has always had his own sort of pull. Beyond this, beyond the smell of an excellent meal, Ignis is the closest thing to home Gladio has any more. A place of comfort and history, as familiar as the path from the Amicitia estate to the Citadel or the local schools.

He doesn't need to think here, nor doubt meanings behind Ignis' grasping fingers and firm kisses. Words repeated just moments ago echo in his skull, and Gladiolus doesn't waste any more time with the thrusts of his hand, urging Ignis' legs further apart as he presses down between them and guides himself inside carefully, slowly, the habit ingrained more than anything.

He wants to say more, to repeat those three words again, but the sensation snatches breath from his lungs every goddamned time and all that comes out is a low groan of a curse as he leans over, forehead brushing Ignis' lightly. )
 
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