[Come for me. Followed by the most beautiful growl of his name, dark and possessive. And he knows then that he's owned. That he doesn't wholly belong to himself anymore. That his entire being has been given over to Ignis. Everything he is, had ever been or ever will be is wrapped up entirely in this one human life. His Ignis. His everything. His god and his heart.
There's a rush if white hot heat as those fingers wrap around him and he arches up. Feels Ignis spill deep within him. Feels the way it fills him to the brim. Until everything comes to a head and he's the one who's falling, head thrown back against the plush pillows and crying out, releases flowing onto their skin, staining it.
Then he falls back, body limp and relaxed and spent. Holding on to Ignis like they're in the middle of the sea and he's the only thing keeping him afloat. Like he needs to be this close to him to go on living.]
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There's a rush if white hot heat as those fingers wrap around him and he arches up. Feels Ignis spill deep within him. Feels the way it fills him to the brim. Until everything comes to a head and he's the one who's falling, head thrown back against the plush pillows and crying out, releases flowing onto their skin, staining it.
Then he falls back, body limp and relaxed and spent. Holding on to Ignis like they're in the middle of the sea and he's the only thing keeping him afloat. Like he needs to be this close to him to go on living.]