[Ignis' touch feels like lightning, all liquid heat soaking into his skin and making him shudder. Hands grip shoulders, nails digging into fabric, tugging and pulling until realizes there's absolutely no way it's actually going to come off that way.
But getting it off would mean stopping what they were now, and he really is not about to give that up.
Especially not when the kiss deepens, lips parting just so to take in a soft gasping breath, tongue lapping once over the seam of Ignis' lips before retreating.]
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But getting it off would mean stopping what they were now, and he really is not about to give that up.
Especially not when the kiss deepens, lips parting just so to take in a soft gasping breath, tongue lapping once over the seam of Ignis' lips before retreating.]