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.]
Fuck that's a good point. He doesn't exactly walk around with any on him, considering how unlikely this entire situation was. There's a hum around Ignis' cock in response, a grunt as he pushes himself up and glances towards the bedside table.
Okay, so it ain't exactly the most romantic thing in the world to check the hotel's bedside table for convenient lube, but they're not exactly in the sort of situation that afford them the luxury of true romance. )
Hold on--
( There's the definite sound of him leaning over, opening the drawer and rifling around before Gladiolus lets out a soft huff of victory. They're certainly not going to be the first people to use this place for hooking up, it's just fortunate that the people running this hotel figured that out. )
Gotcha covered.
( And thank the Six, because he is not losing this chance. Not if he can help it.
Quickly, Gladiolus slicks his fingers with the substance, sliding back into place and teasing one finger inside slowly as his tongue traces the length of Ignis' cock, slow and steady despite everything. )
[Well thank the Six for Gladio's ingenuity, because the last thing Ignis needs right now is enough time to overthink what they're about to do. To most, this would be the least romantic setting imaginable, but... Ignis doesn't think he minds it all that much.
Besides, your standards for romantic settings drop considerably when you can no longer see them.
His breathing shudders audibly, the sensation of Gladio's fingers pushing into him not an unusual one at this stage, but tinged with the unfamiliar promise of more. He brushes his fingers against the back of his bedmate's head, tangling them loosely in his hair and not holding him there as much as lightly encouraging everything he does.
Ignis' hips shift restlessly against every press inside, against every twitch of pleasure that Gladio's tongue provokes down the length of his cock, and he grips the sheets hard with his free hand, twisting them up slightly between his fingers. It adds to the fuzzy warmth of the alcohol already buzzing through his system to create a heady mixture of intoxication and arousal, and a simple, honest desire for the other man.
( Your standards for romantic settings also drop considerably when the world is plunged into constant darkness and monsters destroy most everything they can lay their demonic little paws on.
But we digress, because this is hardly a romance, is it?
Soft noises and a restless, squirming body under him drown out anything else, any doubts, any lingering issues, in favour of the use of tongue and hands and—
Gods. He's simply too much like this, too hot, too beautiful, each breath and groaned word wraps around Gladiolus and refuses to let him go, pulling him deeper into the abyss of his feelings for this man. Noises leave Gladiolus as that gentle hand encourages each movement down, moans rolling against the back of his throat when the head of Ignis' cock meets it. He holds himself there, working his tongue slowly against the underside of Ignis' cock, eyes casting a glance upwards as another finger slides inside.
Don't stop — as though he ever could, as though he isn't addicted to each soft noise Ignis makes, or each twitch of his muscles. )
[Ignis hisses out something that sounds oh so very much like 'fuck' but could well have been an entirely incoherent sound of pleasure at that second finger, tensing against it only briefly before he relaxes to all-too-willingly allow the intrusion. Everything between his hips throbs steadily with pleasure, tinged only slightly with the faint sting of being stretched but gods, he can cope with that for the sake of the rest of it.
His jaw clenches, a subtle resistance to the sensations threatening to overwhelm him entirely. It's no further than they've been before, not yet - how many times could Ignis say he'd been brought to the brink of pleasure and beyond by Gladiolus' deft hands and clever mouth - but it's the knowledge of something more to come that pushes him higher.]
Gladio-- [The name comes gasped out, a light tug against the back of his head almost like a warning. He isn't so inexperienced now as to climax after a few minutes of this, but he knows that if it lasts much longer...]
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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.
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Fuck that's a good point. He doesn't exactly walk around with any on him, considering how unlikely this entire situation was. There's a hum around Ignis' cock in response, a grunt as he pushes himself up and glances towards the bedside table.
Okay, so it ain't exactly the most romantic thing in the world to check the hotel's bedside table for convenient lube, but they're not exactly in the sort of situation that afford them the luxury of true romance. )
Hold on--
( There's the definite sound of him leaning over, opening the drawer and rifling around before Gladiolus lets out a soft huff of victory. They're certainly not going to be the first people to use this place for hooking up, it's just fortunate that the people running this hotel figured that out. )
Gotcha covered.
( And thank the Six, because he is not losing this chance. Not if he can help it.
Quickly, Gladiolus slicks his fingers with the substance, sliding back into place and teasing one finger inside slowly as his tongue traces the length of Ignis' cock, slow and steady despite everything. )
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Besides, your standards for romantic settings drop considerably when you can no longer see them.
His breathing shudders audibly, the sensation of Gladio's fingers pushing into him not an unusual one at this stage, but tinged with the unfamiliar promise of more. He brushes his fingers against the back of his bedmate's head, tangling them loosely in his hair and not holding him there as much as lightly encouraging everything he does.
Ignis' hips shift restlessly against every press inside, against every twitch of pleasure that Gladio's tongue provokes down the length of his cock, and he grips the sheets hard with his free hand, twisting them up slightly between his fingers. It adds to the fuzzy warmth of the alcohol already buzzing through his system to create a heady mixture of intoxication and arousal, and a simple, honest desire for the other man.
As if he could ever deny the reality of that.]
Ah-mm... Don't stop...
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But we digress, because this is hardly a romance, is it?
Soft noises and a restless, squirming body under him drown out anything else, any doubts, any lingering issues, in favour of the use of tongue and hands and—
Gods. He's simply too much like this, too hot, too beautiful, each breath and groaned word wraps around Gladiolus and refuses to let him go, pulling him deeper into the abyss of his feelings for this man. Noises leave Gladiolus as that gentle hand encourages each movement down, moans rolling against the back of his throat when the head of Ignis' cock meets it. He holds himself there, working his tongue slowly against the underside of Ignis' cock, eyes casting a glance upwards as another finger slides inside.
Don't stop — as though he ever could, as though he isn't addicted to each soft noise Ignis makes, or each twitch of his muscles. )
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His jaw clenches, a subtle resistance to the sensations threatening to overwhelm him entirely. It's no further than they've been before, not yet - how many times could Ignis say he'd been brought to the brink of pleasure and beyond by Gladiolus' deft hands and clever mouth - but it's the knowledge of something more to come that pushes him higher.]
Gladio-- [The name comes gasped out, a light tug against the back of his head almost like a warning. He isn't so inexperienced now as to climax after a few minutes of this, but he knows that if it lasts much longer...]
Not like this. Kiss me.