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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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."