[The shiver that rakes Ignis' body is obvious, but the hands have full permission from Ignis to explore and touch, wherever they can reach. His own hand slides up Ravus' arm, fingers gently splaying over the other man's neck and cheek, thumb brushing alongside his jaw. His touch might be slow and gentle, but kiss definitively isn't.
The flush that settles in Ignis' cheeks is a mix of embarrassment for being too eager, and the realization that yes, this is fine and Ravus accepts it, accepts him. He wants to pull even closer against him, but the position they are sitting in is a bit limiting.]
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The flush that settles in Ignis' cheeks is a mix of embarrassment for being too eager, and the realization that yes, this is fine and Ravus accepts it, accepts him. He wants to pull even closer against him, but the position they are sitting in is a bit limiting.]