[It feels like he's being consumed. Like he's being hollowed out, emptied of who he once was and replaced with someone who was filled entirely by the love of this man. Like he's being burned alive. Flames eating at him from the inside out. Until he's left hollow and all that remains in the person who's in love with their twin star.
Maybe they shouldn't be this rough. Shouldn't let their possessiveness run wild. But it's so difficult to care when it feels so good. When each thrust forward is brushing against that spot inside of him with an accuracy that only Ignis could ever accomplish. When he's seeing stars erupt behind his tightly closed eye lids because every time he opens his eyes they water from the intensity of it all.
Nails dig into skin. Leave behind angry half moon indentations that will ache by moaning. Hips raise, muscles clenching, drawing him in deeper. Whimpers and whines and moans fall from swollen lips and he couldn't stop any of them even if he tried. An endless chorus of 'Ignis and 'please', begging, pleading for more. For him not to stop. Surely he'll die all over again if Ignis stops.]
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Maybe they shouldn't be this rough. Shouldn't let their possessiveness run wild. But it's so difficult to care when it feels so good. When each thrust forward is brushing against that spot inside of him with an accuracy that only Ignis could ever accomplish. When he's seeing stars erupt behind his tightly closed eye lids because every time he opens his eyes they water from the intensity of it all.
Nails dig into skin. Leave behind angry half moon indentations that will ache by moaning. Hips raise, muscles clenching, drawing him in deeper. Whimpers and whines and moans fall from swollen lips and he couldn't stop any of them even if he tried. An endless chorus of 'Ignis and 'please', begging, pleading for more. For him not to stop. Surely he'll die all over again if Ignis stops.]