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18 June 2018 @ 11:00 pm
'cause we can make it, break it / closed
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[Ignis would not be ashamed to admit that this is not something he's going into entirely blind. Considering things like this has meant some small amount of research and, well, he knows what feels good for him so it isn't too much of a stretch to know what will feel good for the young man currently resisting the urge to buck his hips straight into Ignis' mouth.
It is quite appreciated that he tries so hard not to.
He shifts back, his breath slightly short and his lips rosy with effort, and gets hurriedly to his feet to press a hard kiss to Gladio's mouth while slim fingers wrap around his cock and slowly stroke it.]
Come to bed. Now.
It is quite appreciated that he tries so hard not to.
He shifts back, his breath slightly short and his lips rosy with effort, and gets hurriedly to his feet to press a hard kiss to Gladio's mouth while slim fingers wrap around his cock and slowly stroke it.]
Come to bed. Now.
( Whatever the case, Gladio is thanking every one of the Six for it right now. Thanking them for Ignis' sudden appetite for going further, for those soft lips claiming his mouth and those talented fingers around his cock. He'd come into this looking for messy kisses and wandering hands and found so much more.
It shouldn't be surprising that Gladio doesn't hesitate at that order, that he wraps his arms around Ignis' waist and pulls him into another kiss, leaving his trousers for the moment in favour of walking - well, stumbling - to the bed as soon as possible, lips finding Ignis' jaw, his throat with hurried kisses as they back into the bed and Gladio collapses backwards onto it, pulling Ignis with him. )
It shouldn't be surprising that Gladio doesn't hesitate at that order, that he wraps his arms around Ignis' waist and pulls him into another kiss, leaving his trousers for the moment in favour of walking - well, stumbling - to the bed as soon as possible, lips finding Ignis' jaw, his throat with hurried kisses as they back into the bed and Gladio collapses backwards onto it, pulling Ignis with him. )
[They go down easily together, a heated tangle of limbs and Ignis' fingers finding every sensitive spot between Gladio's hips. He digs his fingers into soft hair, his hips twitching against the other man's thigh as a soft, barely restrained sound catches in his throat. This hasn't been without its effects on him, too.
He tugs Gladio's trousers lower, fingernails drawing along the sensitive skin of his inner thighs, pulling them down and all but tossing the man's shoes to the floor to get them off over his feet. They'd only be in the way when his focus goes back to his lips closing around the man's cock, giving him yet another view that has no doubt been imagined multiple times.]
He tugs Gladio's trousers lower, fingernails drawing along the sensitive skin of his inner thighs, pulling them down and all but tossing the man's shoes to the floor to get them off over his feet. They'd only be in the way when his focus goes back to his lips closing around the man's cock, giving him yet another view that has no doubt been imagined multiple times.]
( There's something entirely too arousing about the eagerness with which Ignis pulls off his trousers and shoes, as though this entire experience isn't already maddeningly erotic, the sort of day that will stick with Gladiolus for a lot longer than it'll last. He can't help the shift of his hips, lifting off the bed as Ignis' lips tease his cock once more, the throb of flesh and the strangled noise that leaves his mouth at the view, head lolling back onto the pillow.
It takes self-control not to just sink right into the pleasure coursing through him, to not just let it take and overwhelm him, but letting this end right now would be a crime of the highest order, and instead, Gladio's hips tense, his fingers finding Ignis' hair, raking through it and cradling the back of his head gently as he takes a deep, shaky breath and holds on just a little more. )
It takes self-control not to just sink right into the pleasure coursing through him, to not just let it take and overwhelm him, but letting this end right now would be a crime of the highest order, and instead, Gladio's hips tense, his fingers finding Ignis' hair, raking through it and cradling the back of his head gently as he takes a deep, shaky breath and holds on just a little more. )
[Ah, but he's holding back, isn't he. Ignis only needs a quick glance up at him to see that, while his lips and tongue slide slowly up and down the twitching length in his mouth. There's no unwelcome urging in those fingers against the back of his head, nothing to make him feel he needs to pull away.
He brushes his fingertips against the inside of Gladio's thigh, feeling the tension in the muscle and the warm thrill of knowing he's the cause. Ignis wants to feel it - he wants to feel this man come apart underneath him. His tongue presses firm to the underside of the cock in his mouth as his fingernails dig gently to the skin under his palm.
Just a little more.]
He brushes his fingertips against the inside of Gladio's thigh, feeling the tension in the muscle and the warm thrill of knowing he's the cause. Ignis wants to feel it - he wants to feel this man come apart underneath him. His tongue presses firm to the underside of the cock in his mouth as his fingernails dig gently to the skin under his palm.
Just a little more.]
( He is, because it feels good and because - well - it makes everything last a bit longer. Not just the pleasure which is coursing through him, making tense muscles shake, but the moments in which the only thing that matters is their attraction to each other. There's no advisor and no shield here, just two people who find themselves drawn together like magnets.
There's a gasp, a groan, a twitch of hips that Gladio can't quite help when those nails press into unblemished skin. Something electric shudders through him as the tense knot of pleasure in his belly and across his thighs comes undone and his cock throbs with the release of his orgasm to Ignis' touch. )
There's a gasp, a groan, a twitch of hips that Gladio can't quite help when those nails press into unblemished skin. Something electric shudders through him as the tense knot of pleasure in his belly and across his thighs comes undone and his cock throbs with the release of his orgasm to Ignis' touch. )
[Ignis does keep finding himself drawn to this man. Over and over, they're drawn together, a little more strongly each time and the composed, intelligent royal retainer has yet to truly understand why he can't simply say no. Gladio is like the sun, an enticing warmth that can't be ignored, and he's so, so terribly weak to it.
The twitch should have been enough to warn him, but he's swept up enough in the thrill of it all. He coughs immediately against the sensation of Gladio's climax coating his tongue and sits back, swallowing reluctantly if only to keep from spitting. It's only then that he realises how short his breath is and draws a deep lungful of air, still riding the high of this new step they've taken together.]
The twitch should have been enough to warn him, but he's swept up enough in the thrill of it all. He coughs immediately against the sensation of Gladio's climax coating his tongue and sits back, swallowing reluctantly if only to keep from spitting. It's only then that he realises how short his breath is and draws a deep lungful of air, still riding the high of this new step they've taken together.]
( If Gladiolus is the sun, Ignis is the cool breeze that tempers his fire and stokes it all the same. The one person who wraps around him so utterly and so easily, making him forget everything else but the here and the now.
Ignis' cough draws him out of a pleasure fueled haze, blinking slowly and pushing himself up into a sitting position with a low groan. )
You alright?
Ignis' cough draws him out of a pleasure fueled haze, blinking slowly and pushing himself up into a sitting position with a low groan. )
You alright?
Mm, I'm fine.
[He's not going to be getting rid of that taste from his mouth for a while, but it wasn't entirely unexpected. Ignis makes another soft sound to clear his throat, then smiles slightly.]
I wouldn't object to doing that again, some time.
[He's not going to be getting rid of that taste from his mouth for a while, but it wasn't entirely unexpected. Ignis makes another soft sound to clear his throat, then smiles slightly.]
I wouldn't object to doing that again, some time.
( A few strong coffees, maybe?
Gladiolus laughs, running a hand through his hair and shifting himself into a more comfortable position. )
Noted.
( Because he sure wouldn't mind being used like that again sometime. )
Gladiolus laughs, running a hand through his hair and shifting himself into a more comfortable position. )
Noted.
( Because he sure wouldn't mind being used like that again sometime. )