[Somewhere inside of him is the sarcasm needed to tell Ignis that he knows how this works. But that same dark pit contains all of the ugly jealousy he feels at Ignis being so good at all of this. So comfortable. Was it nothing more than yet another thing that he was naturally skilled at? Or was there some person out there walking about with this very same intimate knowledge of what was his?
He doesn't want to open that box. Doesn't want to let all of that out. Maybe tomorrow he'll be brave enough to ask. But right now all his heart wants to focus on is Ignis.]
I'll try. [But it was going to be so difficult to relax when the the thrill of anticipation was so high. When he was already so keyed up from pleasure. So ready to be taken. And he does. He tries. Takes a deep breath in through his nose and blows it out from his mouth. Tries to force the tension out of his body. Make his muscles relax.] I can handle this tho, babe. I won't break.
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He doesn't want to open that box. Doesn't want to let all of that out. Maybe tomorrow he'll be brave enough to ask. But right now all his heart wants to focus on is Ignis.]
I'll try. [But it was going to be so difficult to relax when the the thrill of anticipation was so high. When he was already so keyed up from pleasure. So ready to be taken. And he does. He tries. Takes a deep breath in through his nose and blows it out from his mouth. Tries to force the tension out of his body. Make his muscles relax.] I can handle this tho, babe. I won't break.