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18 June 2018 @ 11:00 pm
'cause we can make it, break it / closed
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( That jibe is another layer which takes him away from the memories of this room, and Gladio exhales a laugh against the very edge of Ignis' cheek, more air than noise before ever so carefully depositing him on the mattress, pressing kisses to the edge of Ignis' mouth, his lower lip, his jaw, as he pushes him onto his back.
He has definitely waited. Pushed the thoughts aside again and again and accepted what he was given, but gods he has wished for this day. Not here, and not now, but - like the room itself - in an Eos covered in darkness, he knows better than to keep waiting for the right moment.
How many men and women have gone to their deaths - to something worse than their deaths - saying they're waiting for "the right time" to make something happen? So many that Gladiolus has lost count, and whatever he may say about having to stay alive until Noctis returns, he knows in the deepest parts of him, down in his bones, that every trip out carries the risk he won't return.
So it's here, in this room, on this night, after some questionable alcohol, that it happens. That his hands trip a path down to Ignis' trousers, his lips following, teeth nipping at bare skin, over scars old and new, before he pushes yet more useless fabric out of the way and wraps his hand around the length of Ignis' cock, tongue and lips a slow, teasing dance that contrasts starkly with every movement up to now. )
He has definitely waited. Pushed the thoughts aside again and again and accepted what he was given, but gods he has wished for this day. Not here, and not now, but - like the room itself - in an Eos covered in darkness, he knows better than to keep waiting for the right moment.
How many men and women have gone to their deaths - to something worse than their deaths - saying they're waiting for "the right time" to make something happen? So many that Gladiolus has lost count, and whatever he may say about having to stay alive until Noctis returns, he knows in the deepest parts of him, down in his bones, that every trip out carries the risk he won't return.
So it's here, in this room, on this night, after some questionable alcohol, that it happens. That his hands trip a path down to Ignis' trousers, his lips following, teeth nipping at bare skin, over scars old and new, before he pushes yet more useless fabric out of the way and wraps his hand around the length of Ignis' cock, tongue and lips a slow, teasing dance that contrasts starkly with every movement up to now. )
[It was the intention of it, and more of a segue into the easy way that they always seem to fall together. Maybe it's the alcohol, and maybe Gladio should think twice about this but Ignis is not - he's made his choice, and he's never wanted anything as badly as he wants this. There's only so long that you can wait for just the right moment.
Ignis sighs out a breath, slow and steady as hands wander down his body, as fabric is pushed aside and he groans softly when his cock is touched. Gladio knows just the right ways to make him squirm, just as he does in turn, talents earned through years of slowly learning one another's bodies.]
Mm... [He murmurs, his eyes fluttering closed and lips parting in another sigh wrapped around a satisfied-sounding hum of pleasure.] Six, I missed you...
[It isn't often he lets his emotions slip, not even for something so simple, but it feels like it matters right now and it comes out easily as his fingertips find Gladio's hair and work their way into it.]
Ignis sighs out a breath, slow and steady as hands wander down his body, as fabric is pushed aside and he groans softly when his cock is touched. Gladio knows just the right ways to make him squirm, just as he does in turn, talents earned through years of slowly learning one another's bodies.]
Mm... [He murmurs, his eyes fluttering closed and lips parting in another sigh wrapped around a satisfied-sounding hum of pleasure.] Six, I missed you...
[It isn't often he lets his emotions slip, not even for something so simple, but it feels like it matters right now and it comes out easily as his fingertips find Gladio's hair and work their way into it.]
Want me to come more often?
( 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. )
( 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. )
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.]
I want--
[He wants. Six, he wants it.]
Gladio, tell me you h... have something with you.
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.
( That's...
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. )
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.
As if he could ever deny the reality of that.]
Ah-mm... Don't stop...
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...
( 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. )
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...]
Not like this. Kiss me.
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.