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18 June 2018 @ 11:00 pm
'cause we can make it, break it / closed
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[Their kissing is hot and messy, as it always is when Gladio decides he's had enough of creeping around and that he's going to kiss Ignis right here, and right now. Luckily for Gladio, the mood took him right in the doorway of Ignis' room, and the royal retainer had wasted little time in slamming the door behind them to let him have his way.
When did this start? A glance, a smile, Gladiolus stealing his spectacles and demanding a kiss before he'd give them back. It had only been then that Ignis had realised he'd spent the last year or so trying to flirt, but he'd avoided reassuring the other man that it wasn't his fault that it hadn't been noticed.
Ignis' breath leaves him in a rush as he's pushed to the wall, a hand in his hair, one at his hip sending tingles over his skin. They always stop here, never more than this, and Gladiolus is so patient with Ignis' hesitance (it's attractive, honestly, but he doesn't tell him that) that he feels a heady flush of warmth rush through him before it occurs to him that things could easily progress further here than he'd normally like.
He presses his hands to Gladio's shoulders, pushing him away and around, back against the closed door. His mouth finds the man's neck, his collar, his skin still salt-tinged from training, but he doesn't stop there. Ignis shifts lower, kisses following the idle touch of fingertips down Gladio's chest, his stomach, and slowly... he drops to his knees.
As he unfastens Gladio's belt, a thrill of giddy arousal curling in his stomach, he looks up.
Is this okay?]
When did this start? A glance, a smile, Gladiolus stealing his spectacles and demanding a kiss before he'd give them back. It had only been then that Ignis had realised he'd spent the last year or so trying to flirt, but he'd avoided reassuring the other man that it wasn't his fault that it hadn't been noticed.
Ignis' breath leaves him in a rush as he's pushed to the wall, a hand in his hair, one at his hip sending tingles over his skin. They always stop here, never more than this, and Gladiolus is so patient with Ignis' hesitance (it's attractive, honestly, but he doesn't tell him that) that he feels a heady flush of warmth rush through him before it occurs to him that things could easily progress further here than he'd normally like.
He presses his hands to Gladio's shoulders, pushing him away and around, back against the closed door. His mouth finds the man's neck, his collar, his skin still salt-tinged from training, but he doesn't stop there. Ignis shifts lower, kisses following the idle touch of fingertips down Gladio's chest, his stomach, and slowly... he drops to his knees.
As he unfastens Gladio's belt, a thrill of giddy arousal curling in his stomach, he looks up.
Is this okay?]
( He could count the number of times they'd almost gone further but never made it. Every time they fall into this leaves its mark on Gladio, has him retreating to his room and locking the door because not even a cold shower can properly extinguish the flames Ignis' mouth sparks within him.
But he's patient nonetheless, never pushing. They have duties to fulfil and these sorts of pleasures will always have to take a backseat to training, to serving the crown and their prince. That's what he tells himself each time Ignis pulls away and shakes his head: it's fine, because they have work to be doing. They can't afford distractions.
Sometimes, though, when it gets to be too much to walk through corridors with the casual acknowledgement of coworkers and friends, when his eyes have wandered again and again to soft lips and a bare throat, this happens. His hands find hair and fabric, his lips find Ignis', find his jaw and throat with gentle nips of teeth as they stumble into the bedroom. Right now, he isn't even thinking of further, only of the taste of Ignis' mouth each time their lips crash together, the noises he makes when Gladio's teeth tease the hollows of his neck.
He doesn't get much chance to think of further either, because it comes to him in the slam of his back against the door, the groans of pleasure which leave his lips as Ignis trails kisses and fingers down his chest and--
Oh.
Gods-
Eyes widen and blink, mouth caught slightly open as his brain catches up with processing just what he's seeing, and gods that is an image he's dreamt up a million times already but in real life... it's something else. )
You sure?
( It's a daft question and he knows it the second it falls from his mouth. Ignis never does anything if he's not sure. )
But he's patient nonetheless, never pushing. They have duties to fulfil and these sorts of pleasures will always have to take a backseat to training, to serving the crown and their prince. That's what he tells himself each time Ignis pulls away and shakes his head: it's fine, because they have work to be doing. They can't afford distractions.
Sometimes, though, when it gets to be too much to walk through corridors with the casual acknowledgement of coworkers and friends, when his eyes have wandered again and again to soft lips and a bare throat, this happens. His hands find hair and fabric, his lips find Ignis', find his jaw and throat with gentle nips of teeth as they stumble into the bedroom. Right now, he isn't even thinking of further, only of the taste of Ignis' mouth each time their lips crash together, the noises he makes when Gladio's teeth tease the hollows of his neck.
He doesn't get much chance to think of further either, because it comes to him in the slam of his back against the door, the groans of pleasure which leave his lips as Ignis trails kisses and fingers down his chest and--
Oh.
Gods-
Eyes widen and blink, mouth caught slightly open as his brain catches up with processing just what he's seeing, and gods that is an image he's dreamt up a million times already but in real life... it's something else. )
You sure?
( It's a daft question and he knows it the second it falls from his mouth. Ignis never does anything if he's not sure. )
[The decision had been a sudden one. Backing Gladio up against the door had only felt natural, and what came after that..? It's worth it just for that look of shocked arousal on Gladio's face.]
Stupid question. [He mutters, shaking his head as his fingers set to work on the other man's belt buckle. It's easy enough to hide his nerves, to make sure Gladio doesn't see the faint tremble in his hands, but he wants to do this more and more as he thinks about it. Gladio's waited for so long. He waits so patiently for everything...
The belt falls open and he unfastens the buttons, the zipper, and tugs the trousers down just enough to find the bulge in the front of Gladio's briefs. A smile curves his lips as he presses a kiss against the fabric then slides it down, taking the thick length behind it in hand.
Ah... it is a little intimidating at this angle. He rubs his thumb against the underside as he glances up again, gauging Gladio's expression. Just looking is enough to urge him on, and he takes the head into his mouth delicately, pressing underneath the head with his tongue.]
Stupid question. [He mutters, shaking his head as his fingers set to work on the other man's belt buckle. It's easy enough to hide his nerves, to make sure Gladio doesn't see the faint tremble in his hands, but he wants to do this more and more as he thinks about it. Gladio's waited for so long. He waits so patiently for everything...
The belt falls open and he unfastens the buttons, the zipper, and tugs the trousers down just enough to find the bulge in the front of Gladio's briefs. A smile curves his lips as he presses a kiss against the fabric then slides it down, taking the thick length behind it in hand.
Ah... it is a little intimidating at this angle. He rubs his thumb against the underside as he glances up again, gauging Gladio's expression. Just looking is enough to urge him on, and he takes the head into his mouth delicately, pressing underneath the head with his tongue.]
( It was a question asked for the sake of asking, something to punctuate the silence when Ignis drops to his knees and Gladiolus' brain stutters to a halt. It's probably a good thing that it does too, because it means Gladiolus' hands, his entire being, is too still to interfere. There's no attempt to pull his own trousers off, no hands clashing in an attempt to do the same thing as his trousers give way to cotton briefs stretched around muscle and flesh.
He groans, shifting and resting more of his weight against the wall, as lips find his cock through the fabric and then there are hands, warm and firm and teasing at bare skin while Gladio tries to even out suddenly very airy breaths, tries and fails not to make noise at the first touch of lips as they wrap around the head. This is everything his imagination has conjured up and more, more electric, more intoxicating and enticing.
It's effort to still his hips, to keep himself from twitching and bucking just yet, but he's been patient for so long already that he manages it. )
He groans, shifting and resting more of his weight against the wall, as lips find his cock through the fabric and then there are hands, warm and firm and teasing at bare skin while Gladio tries to even out suddenly very airy breaths, tries and fails not to make noise at the first touch of lips as they wrap around the head. This is everything his imagination has conjured up and more, more electric, more intoxicating and enticing.
It's effort to still his hips, to keep himself from twitching and bucking just yet, but he's been patient for so long already that he manages it. )
[He's kept Gladio waiting, but gods, Gladio has waited. There's never been a time that Ignis felt pushed to do anything, and there aren't words to express how grateful he has always been for the level of consideration that this man has always shown to him.
His nervousness over this new venture is quickly swept aside by the sounds he hears from above him - those uneven, shaky breaths that Gladio tries so valiantly to steady - and he lets his eyes dip closed to concentrate on the task at hand. His fingers wrap around the base of the shaft, rubbing in motions not too heavy nor too gentle, while he sucks steadily at the head and moves his tongue in slow circles over the tip, teasing at the slit there.
The taste isn't what he expected, but not unpleasant, and his fingers shift out of the way as he takes a little more into his mouth, humming softly in concentration.]
His nervousness over this new venture is quickly swept aside by the sounds he hears from above him - those uneven, shaky breaths that Gladio tries so valiantly to steady - and he lets his eyes dip closed to concentrate on the task at hand. His fingers wrap around the base of the shaft, rubbing in motions not too heavy nor too gentle, while he sucks steadily at the head and moves his tongue in slow circles over the tip, teasing at the slit there.
The taste isn't what he expected, but not unpleasant, and his fingers shift out of the way as he takes a little more into his mouth, humming softly in concentration.]
( It's worth the wait. He was sure he would be fine with nothing more than heated kisses, but the simple act of Ignis dropping to his knees is enough to show Gladiolus that, no, probably not. There's so much he wants from whatever they are and this moment, here and now, is but a taste of it.
(Patience, Gladio, his father has uttered on all too many occasions while training. You can want but you have to wait until the opening presents itself.
Strange, how much of battle actually relates to dealing with people.)
His attempts at staying quiet, at keeping his breath even, don't last long when Ignis' lips work the head, when his tongue circles and teases it and his hands grab awkwardly at the wall behind him and fail, working their way up into his hair before Gladio presses a forearm over his eyes and breathes deep.
Six have mercy, he was not prepared for this, for the slow, patient way Ignis teases and learns his body and the arousal coils tight in his stomach, thighs tensing with the effort of keeping himself in place. )
(Patience, Gladio, his father has uttered on all too many occasions while training. You can want but you have to wait until the opening presents itself.
Strange, how much of battle actually relates to dealing with people.)
His attempts at staying quiet, at keeping his breath even, don't last long when Ignis' lips work the head, when his tongue circles and teases it and his hands grab awkwardly at the wall behind him and fail, working their way up into his hair before Gladio presses a forearm over his eyes and breathes deep.
Six have mercy, he was not prepared for this, for the slow, patient way Ignis teases and learns his body and the arousal coils tight in his stomach, thighs tensing with the effort of keeping himself in place. )
[Ignis has thought about it before, but it never felt like the right time to just... go ahead and do it. He's sure that Gladio wouldn't have minded any time that it happened, and also that up against a door while he struggles to stay upright wouldn't have been his first choice, but here they are.
He rests his free hand against the other man's thigh, feeling the tension in the muscle and running his fingertips against it while he continues his attentions with steadily mounting confidence. The head and first couple of inches are taken into his mouth easily, with the rest given none too subtle touches with his fingers. He strokes down the shaft, around the base and teases lightly at the sac behind, all the while listening to the unsteady breathing above him.
Ignis might be the one on his knees, but he's certain of who is holding the control here... and it's intoxicating.]
He rests his free hand against the other man's thigh, feeling the tension in the muscle and running his fingertips against it while he continues his attentions with steadily mounting confidence. The head and first couple of inches are taken into his mouth easily, with the rest given none too subtle touches with his fingers. He strokes down the shaft, around the base and teases lightly at the sac behind, all the while listening to the unsteady breathing above him.
Ignis might be the one on his knees, but he's certain of who is holding the control here... and it's intoxicating.]
( Bold of you to assume he even thinks about where and not just that it happens. That the surroundings even matter when he can feel lips and tongue and fingers attending every part of his cock like it's just another instrument Ignis needs to master. And gods, he's known Ignis is a quick study for a long time now, but feeling it put into action is enough to make a hand dip into light hair and grip firmly as a long, low moan leaves Gladio's lips.
He doesn't even pretend to be in control by now, the trembling of his hips a subtle thing which quickly gets worse, all tension and effort in the lower parts of his back a dull ache which is easily endured for the sake of standing here, where every twitch and brush of fingers is some electric thing against sensitive skin, building warmth and making his cock throb against the other man's tongue. )
Fuck--
He doesn't even pretend to be in control by now, the trembling of his hips a subtle thing which quickly gets worse, all tension and effort in the lower parts of his back a dull ache which is easily endured for the sake of standing here, where every twitch and brush of fingers is some electric thing against sensitive skin, building warmth and making his cock throb against the other man's tongue. )
Fuck--
[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. )