[The sounds that rises up from within his throat is almost embarrassing, loud and more than a little needy. It makes him shift, makes him transfer his weight from his knees onto Ignis' thighs, bringing their bodies close enough that he's certain the pounding inside of his chest can be felt even through all of his clothing.]
We could start now.
[They were starting now. At least if the way his head angles downwards, nose clumsily bumping against nose before he finally captures Ignis' lips with his own.]
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We could start now.
[They were starting now. At least if the way his head angles downwards, nose clumsily bumping against nose before he finally captures Ignis' lips with his own.]