H--ah... [The soft sound of amusement he might have made is cut off by a quiet gasp of pleasure, a jolt of electric sensation up his spine. Does he miss this, or Gladio..? It wouldn't be an easy question to answer, but he would venture to say that it was both... or that he misses both things for their own reasons.
Ignis' arches slightly back, his fingers curling tight into the bedsheets as his breathing catches in his throat and hitches into unsteady panting. Is it the alcohol? Gods-- Is it? His head rolls to one side and he groans, twitching against the touch of fingers between his thighs.]
no subject
Ignis' arches slightly back, his fingers curling tight into the bedsheets as his breathing catches in his throat and hitches into unsteady panting. Is it the alcohol? Gods-- Is it? His head rolls to one side and he groans, twitching against the touch of fingers between his thighs.]
I want--
[He wants. Six, he wants it.]
Gladio, tell me you h... have something with you.