Swift and complete. Arms going as they're bidden, lifting above his head and staying pinned there. A show of strength that has every nerve ending coming alive with the sheer force of it.
Ignis hadn't been lying when he warned that it would hurt. It does. A stinging burn as he's stretched impossibly, body giving way under the force of the intrusion. As the thick head pushes past that tight outer ring of muscle and then slips inside, down, down, until there's nothing left and every inch of their bodies are flush. It aches. But his body had been so relaxed and ready, open and willing, desire practically overflowing that it begins to ease quickly. Until his hips are rolling up to met each downwards thrust, trying desperately to find that angle from before that would make stars erupt in front of his vision.
He's so hard. Leaking pearly drops of precum, trapped between their bodies with not nearly enough friction. Blunt nails dig into the flesh of Ignis' back, looking for something to hold on to. Until he shift just right and it felt like the entire world was exploding into brightly colored neons and all he could hear was the blood rushing in his ears and the sound of their hearts beating together.]
Fuck, Ignis. You feel so good. It feels so good being yours.
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Swift and complete. Arms going as they're bidden, lifting above his head and staying pinned there. A show of strength that has every nerve ending coming alive with the sheer force of it.
Ignis hadn't been lying when he warned that it would hurt. It does. A stinging burn as he's stretched impossibly, body giving way under the force of the intrusion. As the thick head pushes past that tight outer ring of muscle and then slips inside, down, down, until there's nothing left and every inch of their bodies are flush. It aches. But his body had been so relaxed and ready, open and willing, desire practically overflowing that it begins to ease quickly. Until his hips are rolling up to met each downwards thrust, trying desperately to find that angle from before that would make stars erupt in front of his vision.
He's so hard. Leaking pearly drops of precum, trapped between their bodies with not nearly enough friction. Blunt nails dig into the flesh of Ignis' back, looking for something to hold on to. Until he shift just right and it felt like the entire world was exploding into brightly colored neons and all he could hear was the blood rushing in his ears and the sound of their hearts beating together.]
Fuck, Ignis. You feel so good. It feels so good being yours.