[And Ignis is tired of denying that he wants this. That he wants Ravus and Gladio. Their closeness and to be something more than just friends with them. And if Gladio doesn't return for Ignis to confess this to him, the guilt will eat him inside-out.
But such thoughts have no place in Ignis' mind right now. There's a soft gasp when cold metal touches his warmed up skin, but he very willingly lets Ravus move him to lie down. It is a dizzying feeling when Ravus lips travel over his jaw and neck, making it so hard to focus. And the scent of Gladio that lingers in the sheets is not helping.
It's cold in the room, but the way Ravus is looking at him while he's unbuttoning the shirt is making Ignis' skin feel like on fire. He exhales softly, hand resting on the bottom of Ravus' shirt, eager to take the garment off of the other man.]
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But such thoughts have no place in Ignis' mind right now. There's a soft gasp when cold metal touches his warmed up skin, but he very willingly lets Ravus move him to lie down. It is a dizzying feeling when Ravus lips travel over his jaw and neck, making it so hard to focus. And the scent of Gladio that lingers in the sheets is not helping.
It's cold in the room, but the way Ravus is looking at him while he's unbuttoning the shirt is making Ignis' skin feel like on fire. He exhales softly, hand resting on the bottom of Ravus' shirt, eager to take the garment off of the other man.]