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nocтιѕ lυcιѕ caelυм ([personal profile] broplaints) wrote 2019-08-30 01:51 pm (UTC)

[Pleasure, white hot and electric runs down the length of his spine. Branches out through each nerve ending until it feels like he's on fire. Like he's been struck by lightning and the only relief to be found is in this man.

Hips roll down and he meets them, his own thrusting up in time. And he's entirely hard now, the friction and the pressure making it impossible to hide just how much he wants this. How much he wants to belong to Ignis in every single way one person can belong to another.]


And now I'm yours. [Hands wander, down from their places upon Ignis chest, on his back, over the flat plane of his stomach to the buckle of his belt and pants. They fumble once, before they connect and begin to undo the clasp, loosening them just enough to begin to tug the offending things off.] I always should have been.

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