Gladio might be older than he once was, but Ignis is just as young as he's always been, so as soon as he feels the Shield rest his weight fully on him, he can't help but arch up into it making it very clear how he feels about being where he is. There's no fight, only a need to be closer.
"Before..." he pauses a moment, needing to steady his own breathing. "Before when you said 'no,' you meant you didn't want me to hide how I felt. Now you have to deal with the consequences."
Gladio cuts him off with a kiss before he can say more, but Ignis will hardly complain since talking is rapidly moving down the list of things he wants to do right now. Especially, when Gladio starts making his way down his neck. His whole body shivers and by the time Gladio latches onto the skin over his pulse, he's gasping for breath once again. Somehow, his fingers have made their way into Gladio's hair and he has no idea--nor does he care--when it happened.
There's going to be a mark. There's going to be a mark and he couldn't be happier. Ignis won't be able to see it, but he sure as hell will be able to feel it.
Two sentences. Gasped and staggered, sure, but that was still two full sentences and Gladio practically snarls against Ignis' throat. Not for long. He's far too coherent.
Gladio shifts his weight, straddling one of Ignis' thighs, drawing his knee up between his legs to press firmly against him, give him something he can grind against. One broad hand drops down to his hip gripping hard at him and then sliding behind his back, crossing behind him to grope at his ass and lift him a little, using the support to tip angle his hips just so. Every movement, every little shift and squirm will just shift the pressure of being pinned against Gladio's thigh.
"I got you babe." Murmured roughly against his throat, the texture of Gladio's voice gone thick and velvety from all the sucking. A nip at his earlobe, another series of bites, swift and sharp, and then he's sealing his mouth on the swell of shoulder where the line of his collarbone fades into muscle, biting a little harder where the skin isn't quite as delicate.
If it is any consolation to Gladio, Ignis' coherence is holding on by only the slightest of threads. If it wasn't for all the years he's spent keeping himself under strict control, it would already be gone. After all, this is so much better than when he would lock himself away in his room to take the edge off.
He starts to say Gladio's name, but he shifts just the right way and the word becomes a strangled cry of pleasure instead. Color sparks behind his eyelids and he unconsciously tightens the hand he has in Gladio's hair, giving it a hard yank, even as the nails of his other hand dig into the Shield's shoulder.
Astrals, for all the times he's given Gladio a hard time about not wearing a shirt, Ignis is glad he's not now. He wants as much skin-to-skin contact as he can get, and with no shirt barring the way, the hand on Gladio's shoulder eventually begins wandering lower, across one pec, making sure to tweak the nipple when his fingers find it.
He doesn't stop there though, letting his hand dip farther down even as he gasps and grinds himself against Gladio's leg with no thought of the fact they are doing this in the open where anyone could walk in on them. He's far too lost for that.
"Touch me or..."
He doesn't finish gasping out the sentence. Instead, he lets his hand finish it as it dips below the edge of the Shield's leather shorts, his fingers pressing against the warm skin he finds there.
The work he's done on Ignis' shoulder only gets worse when the fingers in his hair clench and Gladio bites down hard for a moment before checking himself, teeth letting go as he groans against pale skin. Soft kisses trail back up his throat but fingers tight in his hair have him shuddering above the advisor, breathless gasps as fingers and nails skim along his body.
Then Iggy tweaks his nipple and abruptly the arm behind him, supporting him falls away. Gladio curses, jerks forward, has to drop his hold on Ignis to catch himself before he falls over on him.
"Y-yeah." He doesn't need Ignis to tell him that all he wants to do is touch him, map out every inch of his body with fingers and lips. It's hard to focus on that when Ignis is worming his fingers in under the waistband of his shorts though.
Gladio's hand drops down to capture Ignis' wrist, yanking his hand away and slamming it to the ground above his head, leaning forward over him as he does it, rocking his hips down against the blond. "You want me to touch you, you gotta keep your hands to yourself for a minute." Rough and low, ground out through clenched teeth. Fuck he wants this to be slow and romantic and sweet and somehow they've blown past that into something hot and needy in a matter of moments.
He squeezes Ignis' wrist a little harder, a warning. "Buttons, Ig. Unless you wanna lose em." But he'll let Ignis take as much time as he needs with his shirt because Gladio is wasting no time unfastening his pants.
When Gladio bites down on harder on his shoulder, Ignis jolts, his hand tightening farther in the Shield's hair. The low moan that follows erases any worry there might be that the bite was too hard, though. Only pleasure could produce that sound.
As quickly as Gladio has unraveled him, it pleases Ignis to no end when Gladio nearly drops him in response to his own ministrations. He's fully prepared to follow up that nipple tweak with his mouth to see if that produces just as strong a reaction, when Gladio suddenly pins him back against the ground. It startles him, taking his breath away for a moment--not that there was much to be taken--but he enjoys the feeling of the Shield above him far too much to be upset, especially when Gladio rocks down against him. Ignis' body arches up to meet him, though he growls softly when he can't pull his wrist loose in order to put his hand to better use. Fortunately, before he can get too frustrated, Gladio lets go and asks him to take care of his shirt. Another time, he might have told Gladio to hell with the buttons, but he can't easily fix them right now and finding them will be a lot harder out here than it would be in a closed in room.
"Yes..." He barely breathes the word before his fingers go to work. Honestly, as wound up as he is, it's surprising his fingers don't stumble until he gets to the bottom. At that point, with Gladio so hard at work on his pants, Ignis decides one button won't be missed and just pulls until said button gives way.
Really, it's not like anyone is going to know anyway...
No one will know but him and the fact that he's got Iggy so ramped up that he's even willing to let that go only makes him that much more eager. With Ignis' belt and trousers unfastened it would be so easy to lift him up and just yank his pants off but Gladio's trying not to be quite that rough with him.
Instead he shifts down, dropping a wet press of lips below his navel where that poor abused button would normally rest. He scrapes his teeth over the skin there and then his hands slide around to Ignis' hips.
"Lift up, babe." And as soon as Ignis obliges he is sliding his pants down around his thighs. He lets his mouth move down, a short trail of soft kisses and warm breath before he sits back on his heels, just staring down at the other man for a moment, disbelieving and awed. How many times had he dreamed of having Ignis like this? How many years had he longed for this opportunity?
"Astrals..." Breathless and full of more emotion than he'd really meant to let through. His hands slide up Iggy's body, a distraction from how much being with him like this is affecting him and a determination to keep him needy and delightfully impatient. His fingers dance over that smooth pale skin, tweaking his nipples, skimming ragged nails over his ribs. "You're fucking gorgeous, spark."
A small sound--something caught between a laugh and a groan--slips from Ignis' lips, "You're one to talk." He might not be able to see anymore, but Ignis has touched Gladio enough now to know that the man hasn't lost a bit of his looks over the years, meanwhile Ignis has... Well, he certainly doesn't look the same as he did before Altissia. There's no denying that no matter how love blinded they may be.
Fortunately, those negative thoughts have no chance to take root in Ignis' mind. Not with Gladio's hands all over him. It's almost too much, each stroke, scratch, and caress sending sparks of electricity through him. Color bursts behind his eyes and distantly, Ignis realizes that's one more thing Gladio's given to him. It's not the same as having his vision back, but it brightens the darkness, if only for a short time.
"Gladio..."
Ignis means to say more, his hands starting to run their way up over the Shield's arms, fingers tracing the shifting muscles as they go, but then Gladio is dragging his nails over his ribs and he loses everything, writhing and moaning under the Shield's hands.
"Fuck" Sharp and vehement his hands moving from Ignis' ribs down to grip his hips, nails digging in there as well. He doesn't want to be rough with him exactly, he knows damn well duty has taken so much of the advisor's time that this has always fallen by the wayside. Maybe not always but he's not about to stop now and grill him on who he has and has not been intimate with.
Not when Ignis is writhing beneath him and Gladio can make him fall apart so easily. So little effort for such breathtaking results.
Ignis moans his name and Gladio bends low, using the hold he has on his hips to lift Iggy half into his lap. One light kiss on his hip beside his own thumb, beside the bruise that would no doubt linger there. The one warning of where his mouth was before he shifted, a rush of breath, and then Gladio's tongue, hot and slick over the length of him. Tilting his head just so, the sound wet and sloppy as he takes Ignis into his mouth in one swift motion.
Astrals, it's not fair. Usually, Ignis would scold Gladio for such language, but how can he when the Shield somehow makes the curse sound like a prayer instead? A prayer of the dirtiest, filthiest kind, but a prayer nonetheless? He's suppose to be the one who is a master with words, but at a time like this it takes so little for Gladio to make even the lowest of words sound like a hymn of praise.
Of course, it could be just that his brain is scrambled right now. If Ignis could--or, hell, wanted to--think clearly, he would probably decide that is what is going on. As it is, he very definitely does not want to think clearly about anything right now.
When Gladio lifts him to adjust their position, Ignis takes the opportunity to finish running his hands up Gladio's arms. He's not sure what his goal is after that, but it doesn't really matter because the moment Gladio presses his lips against his hip, everything stops for Ignis as he realizes where this is going--where he wants it to go more than anything. He opens his mouth to give Gladio the go ahead to continue if he is doubting it's okay, but in the time it takes Ignis to find his words again, Gladio acts and everything goes from being stopped to overwhelming movement in an instant. He arches backward, putting on an impressive display of his own flexibility even as he struggles not to thrust upward too hard.
Nothing, nothing, he ever imagined comes close to this wonderful feeling. The heat. The wetness. The feeling so vulnerable, but so completely and absolutely safe.
Ignis doesn't even notice the soft cry that starts in his throat and gradually gets louder. He's lost to everything except the feel of Gladio's hands and mouth on his body as he's always wanted them to be.
He's gotten some pretty enthusiastic reactions in his time but the way Ignis gives himself over to the pleasure, that tight careful control dissolving into nothing so quickly, is enough to have Gladio desperate and dizzy with his responsiveness. His fingers hold tight to Iggy's hips as he arches, sinking down a little further, sucking as much of him into his mouth as possible. But supporting him like this, holding him carefully so he doesn't writhe free, there's only so much Gladio can do.
For a moment he holds them as still as he can, letting the initial shock of sensation ebb before he tries to move, to let Ignis lay back on the hide. He has to draw his mouth away for a fleeting moment as he shifts. Perhaps if Ignis wasn't so very flexible and a bit less responsive he could have held him like that. But oh Gods he wouldn't change a single moment of how breathtaking Ignis' reactions are.
Careful hands settle him back on the ground and after the barest of moments Gladio's mouth is on him again, fingers curling around the base of his cock so Gladio can take him in deep again, right away. Even as he does he's squirming a little himself, his other hand shoving his shorts down enough to relieve the ache of his own erection. He lays out between the other man's legs and wasting no time finding a rhythm that makes Ignis cry out again.
It's all too much and somehow it will also never be enough. Heat coils tightly in Ignis' stomach at a rate he should be embarrassed by, but he doesn't care. He can be embarrassed later at how fast Gladio is drawing him up. Right now, he's too busy dancing on the edge of a control that is very different than he's used to. Ignis doesn't want this to end so fast. Astrals, he'd like it to go on forever, but he's not used to this kind of thing and his stamina is woefully low. He needs to warn Gladio, but that's going to be hard to do when he can't find any of his words. They've all run off to who knows where.
While Gladio is shifting them--in that moment of break--Ignis manages to thread the fingers of one hand into Gladio's hair. The pull he gives is slight at first, but as he grows closer to losing himself completely into orgasm, he's grip tightens, pulling harder in a message that he really hopes gets across. Everything has been so good so far--his throat is going to be so sore when they are done from all the noise he's making--that he doesn't want to end it on a sour note.
Ignis' fingers tangle into his hair and he moans with it, hand slipping away to hold down one hip, sinking his mouth down further until Ignis is pressed to the back of his throat. Another low moan that vibrates through his chest and around the advisor's cock. Wet and messy and the sounds are, perhaps, a little exaggerated for Ignis' benefit since he doesn't get to look down and see what's happening.
Those fingers curl tighter and he knows exactly what it means, he knows and he doesn't change a damn thing about what he's doing. Keeps going hard and fast, pushing Ignis closer and himself a little as well. The pace of his mouth on Ignis' cock speeds up just enough that when he drops back down there's a sharp tug on his hair that makes him choke on aborted little whimpers, the subtle spark of pain setting his blood alight.
Both hands close over Iggy's hips when he knows he's close, fingers rough and bruising, holding him down, sucking hard, breathing carefully through his nose and only too eager to feel the other man spill over his tongue.
Disbelief slides through the haze in Ignis' mind when he realizes that not only does Gladio know what he was trying to get across, but he also has no plans of going anywhere. His mind--ever too eager to puzzle things out--tries to engage once more, but fortunately Gladio's pace leaves no room for coherent thought, the vibrations from each moan drawing cries from the very core of his being.
If the world had narrowed to just the two of them before, it narrows even more now. He feels Gladio's lips moving over his heated and sensitive skin, drawing from him the most desperate of sounds. The heat in his stomach spreads to every part of his being and he's being burned alive again, but this? This is completely different than when he put on the ring. This heat gives instead of taking. It heals and sinks into his bones in a way that he never wants to let go of.
He's lost long before climax actually hits, having just enough focus to tighten his fingers in Gladio's hair again as it washes over him, voice breaking into nothingness because there is no sound that can accurately represent how he feels in that moment.
The sounds that Ignis makes, the way he clenches his hands in his hair, Gods there's so much that is absolutely intoxicating about making the perfectly collected Royal Advisor fall apart beneath his hands. He never wants this to stop, wants to lay Ignis out beneath him and at his mercy until the end of days. Let the sun go out, it doesn't matter as long as he can hear those sounds, taste the evidence of his pleasure.
When he finally cums, finally twists those glorious fingers tight into his hair, Gladio is straining to breathe around him, holding Ignis tight in his mouth, sucking firmly and carefully holding all of his release on his tongue. Only once he's absolutely certain that Ignis has nothing left to give does he slide back, letting his cock drop back to his belly.
Staring down at him, dizzy from restricting his breathing and from his own arousal, it's only then that Gladio realizes there's the dark lines of ink under one thumb, marking Ignis' hip, beautiful pale skin making the rich lines of dagger and crown both stand out that much more and he groans, low and deep.
There's so much he thought might go differently about their first time but none of it matters right now. Not with Ignis beautifully spent and Gladio aching for relief. He hadn't planned for this to happen here, hadn't dreamed that Ignis would allow it. So he has nothing in the goodies he's hidden away to help.
It's quick and rough and maybe a little bit hot because it's also a little bit filthy. He spits into his hand, saliva and Ignis' cum pooling in his palm as he reaches down to slick himself with it. A low deep groan at that first, delightful bit of friction and then he moves carefully, shifting up the younger man's body to kiss him once, hard and deep and sloppy and then he just tips his head down to lean their foreheads together, moaning and panting against Ignis' mouth as he strokes himself.
If Ignis has any intention of doing anything to stop him he'd better do it quick because like this, jaw still aching from the exertion, Gladio will not last more than a minute or two.
At the moment, there's nothing in Ignis' mind but the glow of pleasure. Certainly, he's not thinking about stopping. In fact, when Gladio moves over him and brings him enough back to his senses to realize he's left the Shield hanging, stopping is the absolute farthest thing from his mind. It takes a bit of effort, but he manages to snake an arm between them, hand searching out the one Gladio has wrapped around his cock. Later, he will have to learn what Gladio likes--what pressures, what motions. For now, he's simply happy to wrap his longer fingers over he Shield's, letting just their tips slide over his heated skin.
There is something totally satisfied, and perhaps just a little seductive, about the smile on Ignis face and he tilts his head up to find Gladio's lips, flicking his tongue against them, tasting himself and the proof of all that Gladio's done for him.
"Come for me, my love," he whispers the words against the Shield's lips. "Come join me in this wonderful place you've led me to."
Gladio tended to run a little hotter than Ignis anyway, a little hotter than most people really, so the contrast was even more dramatic. Gladio's hands rough and weathered from work, Ignis' soft and smooth from the protection of his gloves, a degree or so cooler. Feeling his fingertips glide over his skin, not just the brush against his cock but the gentle pressure over his hand, has him moaning brokenly, picking up speed.
He wants to chase Ignis lips, capture that teasing tongue with his teeth, devour the other man.
But then he speaks and Gladio doesn't even hear all of it. There's no real command in it but the idea of it is enough to make him cry out, something that might have been Ignis' name if it didn't end up choked off and caught in his throat, his fingers tightening, hips jerking forward into the grip as he spills over their hands and Ignis' belly. His breath shudders out of him and everything whites out for a moment, only just beginning to come back when Gladio's legs give out, sending him flopping forward onto Ignis, muscles trembling and still unable to quite catch his breath.
Ignis loses his breath for a moment when Gladio collapses onto him, but he hardly notices. He's too caught up in the sound and the feel of Gladio's climax. Their arms are going to fall asleep if they stay like this too long, but even that knowledge doesn't make him want to rush his lover. He adores the feel of the Shield's weight on him and they've both been chasing this for so long--even longer in Gladio's case. It would be a crime to rush any of it.
Doing his best not to pull Gladio from his high, Ignis threads his free hand into the Shield's hair and begins pressing gentle kisses to his temple, along his hairline, his ear. Basically any place he can reach, whispering soft words of love and contentment in between each one.
It takes Gladio a long moment to come back to himself, to remember how to breathe and then to remember that Ignis probably can't. A weak chuckle escapes him as he pushes himself up on his hands. For a moment he just stares down at Ignis, giddy and disbelieving after so long of wanting.
Then he ducks his head, kisses the other man briefly even as he drags himself off to the side so when he sinks back down on top of him it's only over his shoulder and one arm flung across Ignis' chest. "I love you..." Murmured softly against pale skin.
"Hmm...you were fine, you know," Ignis barely keeps himself from reaching out to pull Gladio back. The feeling of being watched is a good distraction from the lost weight, though, and Ignis finds himself bowing his head slightly, cheeks coloring.
"You're staring. We've made quite the delightful mess, haven't we?"
Without waiting for an answer, he snuggles back against Gladio when the Shield lays back down, burying his head in his lover's dark hair, "I love you too and am going to make sure I say it as often as I can to make up for all the years you had to wait to hear it."
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He's a lot closer to doing it than Gladio thinks he is!
"Before..." he pauses a moment, needing to steady his own breathing. "Before when you said 'no,' you meant you didn't want me to hide how I felt. Now you have to deal with the consequences."
Gladio cuts him off with a kiss before he can say more, but Ignis will hardly complain since talking is rapidly moving down the list of things he wants to do right now. Especially, when Gladio starts making his way down his neck. His whole body shivers and by the time Gladio latches onto the skin over his pulse, he's gasping for breath once again. Somehow, his fingers have made their way into Gladio's hair and he has no idea--nor does he care--when it happened.
There's going to be a mark. There's going to be a mark and he couldn't be happier. Ignis won't be able to see it, but he sure as hell will be able to feel it.
"Please. Astrals, please!"
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Gladio shifts his weight, straddling one of Ignis' thighs, drawing his knee up between his legs to press firmly against him, give him something he can grind against. One broad hand drops down to his hip gripping hard at him and then sliding behind his back, crossing behind him to grope at his ass and lift him a little, using the support to tip angle his hips just so. Every movement, every little shift and squirm will just shift the pressure of being pinned against Gladio's thigh.
"I got you babe." Murmured roughly against his throat, the texture of Gladio's voice gone thick and velvety from all the sucking. A nip at his earlobe, another series of bites, swift and sharp, and then he's sealing his mouth on the swell of shoulder where the line of his collarbone fades into muscle, biting a little harder where the skin isn't quite as delicate.
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He starts to say Gladio's name, but he shifts just the right way and the word becomes a strangled cry of pleasure instead. Color sparks behind his eyelids and he unconsciously tightens the hand he has in Gladio's hair, giving it a hard yank, even as the nails of his other hand dig into the Shield's shoulder.
Astrals, for all the times he's given Gladio a hard time about not wearing a shirt, Ignis is glad he's not now. He wants as much skin-to-skin contact as he can get, and with no shirt barring the way, the hand on Gladio's shoulder eventually begins wandering lower, across one pec, making sure to tweak the nipple when his fingers find it.
He doesn't stop there though, letting his hand dip farther down even as he gasps and grinds himself against Gladio's leg with no thought of the fact they are doing this in the open where anyone could walk in on them. He's far too lost for that.
"Touch me or..."
He doesn't finish gasping out the sentence. Instead, he lets his hand finish it as it dips below the edge of the Shield's leather shorts, his fingers pressing against the warm skin he finds there.
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Then Iggy tweaks his nipple and abruptly the arm behind him, supporting him falls away. Gladio curses, jerks forward, has to drop his hold on Ignis to catch himself before he falls over on him.
"Y-yeah." He doesn't need Ignis to tell him that all he wants to do is touch him, map out every inch of his body with fingers and lips. It's hard to focus on that when Ignis is worming his fingers in under the waistband of his shorts though.
Gladio's hand drops down to capture Ignis' wrist, yanking his hand away and slamming it to the ground above his head, leaning forward over him as he does it, rocking his hips down against the blond. "You want me to touch you, you gotta keep your hands to yourself for a minute." Rough and low, ground out through clenched teeth. Fuck he wants this to be slow and romantic and sweet and somehow they've blown past that into something hot and needy in a matter of moments.
He squeezes Ignis' wrist a little harder, a warning. "Buttons, Ig. Unless you wanna lose em." But he'll let Ignis take as much time as he needs with his shirt because Gladio is wasting no time unfastening his pants.
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As quickly as Gladio has unraveled him, it pleases Ignis to no end when Gladio nearly drops him in response to his own ministrations. He's fully prepared to follow up that nipple tweak with his mouth to see if that produces just as strong a reaction, when Gladio suddenly pins him back against the ground. It startles him, taking his breath away for a moment--not that there was much to be taken--but he enjoys the feeling of the Shield above him far too much to be upset, especially when Gladio rocks down against him. Ignis' body arches up to meet him, though he growls softly when he can't pull his wrist loose in order to put his hand to better use. Fortunately, before he can get too frustrated, Gladio lets go and asks him to take care of his shirt. Another time, he might have told Gladio to hell with the buttons, but he can't easily fix them right now and finding them will be a lot harder out here than it would be in a closed in room.
"Yes..." He barely breathes the word before his fingers go to work. Honestly, as wound up as he is, it's surprising his fingers don't stumble until he gets to the bottom. At that point, with Gladio so hard at work on his pants, Ignis decides one button won't be missed and just pulls until said button gives way.
Really, it's not like anyone is going to know anyway...
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Instead he shifts down, dropping a wet press of lips below his navel where that poor abused button would normally rest. He scrapes his teeth over the skin there and then his hands slide around to Ignis' hips.
"Lift up, babe." And as soon as Ignis obliges he is sliding his pants down around his thighs. He lets his mouth move down, a short trail of soft kisses and warm breath before he sits back on his heels, just staring down at the other man for a moment, disbelieving and awed. How many times had he dreamed of having Ignis like this? How many years had he longed for this opportunity?
"Astrals..." Breathless and full of more emotion than he'd really meant to let through. His hands slide up Iggy's body, a distraction from how much being with him like this is affecting him and a determination to keep him needy and delightfully impatient. His fingers dance over that smooth pale skin, tweaking his nipples, skimming ragged nails over his ribs. "You're fucking gorgeous, spark."
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Fortunately, those negative thoughts have no chance to take root in Ignis' mind. Not with Gladio's hands all over him. It's almost too much, each stroke, scratch, and caress sending sparks of electricity through him. Color bursts behind his eyes and distantly, Ignis realizes that's one more thing Gladio's given to him. It's not the same as having his vision back, but it brightens the darkness, if only for a short time.
"Gladio..."
Ignis means to say more, his hands starting to run their way up over the Shield's arms, fingers tracing the shifting muscles as they go, but then Gladio is dragging his nails over his ribs and he loses everything, writhing and moaning under the Shield's hands.
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Not when Ignis is writhing beneath him and Gladio can make him fall apart so easily. So little effort for such breathtaking results.
Ignis moans his name and Gladio bends low, using the hold he has on his hips to lift Iggy half into his lap. One light kiss on his hip beside his own thumb, beside the bruise that would no doubt linger there. The one warning of where his mouth was before he shifted, a rush of breath, and then Gladio's tongue, hot and slick over the length of him. Tilting his head just so, the sound wet and sloppy as he takes Ignis into his mouth in one swift motion.
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Of course, it could be just that his brain is scrambled right now. If Ignis could--or, hell, wanted to--think clearly, he would probably decide that is what is going on. As it is, he very definitely does not want to think clearly about anything right now.
When Gladio lifts him to adjust their position, Ignis takes the opportunity to finish running his hands up Gladio's arms. He's not sure what his goal is after that, but it doesn't really matter because the moment Gladio presses his lips against his hip, everything stops for Ignis as he realizes where this is going--where he wants it to go more than anything. He opens his mouth to give Gladio the go ahead to continue if he is doubting it's okay, but in the time it takes Ignis to find his words again, Gladio acts and everything goes from being stopped to overwhelming movement in an instant. He arches backward, putting on an impressive display of his own flexibility even as he struggles not to thrust upward too hard.
Nothing, nothing, he ever imagined comes close to this wonderful feeling. The heat. The wetness. The feeling so vulnerable, but so completely and absolutely safe.
Ignis doesn't even notice the soft cry that starts in his throat and gradually gets louder. He's lost to everything except the feel of Gladio's hands and mouth on his body as he's always wanted them to be.
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He's gotten some pretty enthusiastic reactions in his time but the way Ignis gives himself over to the pleasure, that tight careful control dissolving into nothing so quickly, is enough to have Gladio desperate and dizzy with his responsiveness. His fingers hold tight to Iggy's hips as he arches, sinking down a little further, sucking as much of him into his mouth as possible. But supporting him like this, holding him carefully so he doesn't writhe free, there's only so much Gladio can do.
For a moment he holds them as still as he can, letting the initial shock of sensation ebb before he tries to move, to let Ignis lay back on the hide. He has to draw his mouth away for a fleeting moment as he shifts. Perhaps if Ignis wasn't so very flexible and a bit less responsive he could have held him like that. But oh Gods he wouldn't change a single moment of how breathtaking Ignis' reactions are.
Careful hands settle him back on the ground and after the barest of moments Gladio's mouth is on him again, fingers curling around the base of his cock so Gladio can take him in deep again, right away. Even as he does he's squirming a little himself, his other hand shoving his shorts down enough to relieve the ache of his own erection. He lays out between the other man's legs and wasting no time finding a rhythm that makes Ignis cry out again.
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While Gladio is shifting them--in that moment of break--Ignis manages to thread the fingers of one hand into Gladio's hair. The pull he gives is slight at first, but as he grows closer to losing himself completely into orgasm, he's grip tightens, pulling harder in a message that he really hopes gets across. Everything has been so good so far--his throat is going to be so sore when they are done from all the noise he's making--that he doesn't want to end it on a sour note.
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Those fingers curl tighter and he knows exactly what it means, he knows and he doesn't change a damn thing about what he's doing. Keeps going hard and fast, pushing Ignis closer and himself a little as well. The pace of his mouth on Ignis' cock speeds up just enough that when he drops back down there's a sharp tug on his hair that makes him choke on aborted little whimpers, the subtle spark of pain setting his blood alight.
Both hands close over Iggy's hips when he knows he's close, fingers rough and bruising, holding him down, sucking hard, breathing carefully through his nose and only too eager to feel the other man spill over his tongue.
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If the world had narrowed to just the two of them before, it narrows even more now. He feels Gladio's lips moving over his heated and sensitive skin, drawing from him the most desperate of sounds. The heat in his stomach spreads to every part of his being and he's being burned alive again, but this? This is completely different than when he put on the ring. This heat gives instead of taking. It heals and sinks into his bones in a way that he never wants to let go of.
He's lost long before climax actually hits, having just enough focus to tighten his fingers in Gladio's hair again as it washes over him, voice breaking into nothingness because there is no sound that can accurately represent how he feels in that moment.
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When he finally cums, finally twists those glorious fingers tight into his hair, Gladio is straining to breathe around him, holding Ignis tight in his mouth, sucking firmly and carefully holding all of his release on his tongue. Only once he's absolutely certain that Ignis has nothing left to give does he slide back, letting his cock drop back to his belly.
Staring down at him, dizzy from restricting his breathing and from his own arousal, it's only then that Gladio realizes there's the dark lines of ink under one thumb, marking Ignis' hip, beautiful pale skin making the rich lines of dagger and crown both stand out that much more and he groans, low and deep.
There's so much he thought might go differently about their first time but none of it matters right now. Not with Ignis beautifully spent and Gladio aching for relief. He hadn't planned for this to happen here, hadn't dreamed that Ignis would allow it. So he has nothing in the goodies he's hidden away to help.
It's quick and rough and maybe a little bit hot because it's also a little bit filthy. He spits into his hand, saliva and Ignis' cum pooling in his palm as he reaches down to slick himself with it. A low deep groan at that first, delightful bit of friction and then he moves carefully, shifting up the younger man's body to kiss him once, hard and deep and sloppy and then he just tips his head down to lean their foreheads together, moaning and panting against Ignis' mouth as he strokes himself.
If Ignis has any intention of doing anything to stop him he'd better do it quick because like this, jaw still aching from the exertion, Gladio will not last more than a minute or two.
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There is something totally satisfied, and perhaps just a little seductive, about the smile on Ignis face and he tilts his head up to find Gladio's lips, flicking his tongue against them, tasting himself and the proof of all that Gladio's done for him.
"Come for me, my love," he whispers the words against the Shield's lips. "Come join me in this wonderful place you've led me to."
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He wants to chase Ignis lips, capture that teasing tongue with his teeth, devour the other man.
But then he speaks and Gladio doesn't even hear all of it. There's no real command in it but the idea of it is enough to make him cry out, something that might have been Ignis' name if it didn't end up choked off and caught in his throat, his fingers tightening, hips jerking forward into the grip as he spills over their hands and Ignis' belly. His breath shudders out of him and everything whites out for a moment, only just beginning to come back when Gladio's legs give out, sending him flopping forward onto Ignis, muscles trembling and still unable to quite catch his breath.
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Doing his best not to pull Gladio from his high, Ignis threads his free hand into the Shield's hair and begins pressing gentle kisses to his temple, along his hairline, his ear. Basically any place he can reach, whispering soft words of love and contentment in between each one.
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Then he ducks his head, kisses the other man briefly even as he drags himself off to the side so when he sinks back down on top of him it's only over his shoulder and one arm flung across Ignis' chest. "I love you..." Murmured softly against pale skin.
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"You're staring. We've made quite the delightful mess, haven't we?"
Without waiting for an answer, he snuggles back against Gladio when the Shield lays back down, burying his head in his lover's dark hair, "I love you too and am going to make sure I say it as often as I can to make up for all the years you had to wait to hear it."