( Murmured with amusement before he takes Ignis into his mouth, the words a far better choice than the bitter echo in the back of his mind - Me? Or this? It's a problem he wants to ignore for the time being in favour of the present. In favour of something that has been wanted but suppressed for so goddamn long. He wants this - no, he wants Ignis - more than he wants to argue or confront, for years upon years now. He waits, and cites duty as much as Ignis does, but gods, the constant leaving of things behind closed doors, the pretending he doesn't want to grab and kiss the man, it all makes facing the Blademaster seem like a fond memory. A picnic, really.
So for now, he silences his heart and mouth with action, with a writhing tongue and the bobbing of his head as his fingers trace across warm skin and muscle, teasing the inside of Ignis' thighs and further up, gently stroking the pads of his fingertips against his entrance. )
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( Murmured with amusement before he takes Ignis into his mouth, the words a far better choice than the bitter echo in the back of his mind - Me? Or this? It's a problem he wants to ignore for the time being in favour of the present. In favour of something that has been wanted but suppressed for so goddamn long. He wants this - no, he wants Ignis - more than he wants to argue or confront, for years upon years now. He waits, and cites duty as much as Ignis does, but gods, the constant leaving of things behind closed doors, the pretending he doesn't want to grab and kiss the man, it all makes facing the Blademaster seem like a fond memory. A picnic, really.
So for now, he silences his heart and mouth with action, with a writhing tongue and the bobbing of his head as his fingers trace across warm skin and muscle, teasing the inside of Ignis' thighs and further up, gently stroking the pads of his fingertips against his entrance. )