[Honestly it was pretty easy to forget about the promise of food when he had something so much more pleasant in front of him. Not even Ignis' cooking could stand up for the man himself.
Nails rake over skin, long, healed over wounds carefully avoided in favor of fresh, unmarred flesh. A sound rises up from burning lungs, falls from parted lips and he has to break the kiss or risk passing out from the lack of oxygen.
But his mouth doesn't still, traverses a sloppy, wet line across the ling of Ignis' jaw, shifts and settles into his lap to tease at his throat, ghosting over a pulse point in slow, lazy movements.
Then he's nuzzling into welcoming warmth, another deep sigh of rising and falling.
Is he seriously about to fall asleep in the middle of a make-out session? Probably. He's fallen asleep in weirder places.]
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Nails rake over skin, long, healed over wounds carefully avoided in favor of fresh, unmarred flesh. A sound rises up from burning lungs, falls from parted lips and he has to break the kiss or risk passing out from the lack of oxygen.
But his mouth doesn't still, traverses a sloppy, wet line across the ling of Ignis' jaw, shifts and settles into his lap to tease at his throat, ghosting over a pulse point in slow, lazy movements.
Then he's nuzzling into welcoming warmth, another deep sigh of rising and falling.
Is he seriously about to fall asleep in the middle of a make-out session? Probably. He's fallen asleep in weirder places.]