[Ravus undoes the last of the buttons and slides the fabric to the sides. He pulls back long enough for Ignis to tug his shirt off, then leans back in to kiss a line down Ignis' chest.]
...you're perfect...
[He strokes his fingers over Ignis' pectorals, leans down to swipe his tongue over a nipple. Thank the Six Ignis isn't the habit of walking around shirtless like Gladiolus is, Ravus would have never been able to resist doing this to him.]
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...you're perfect...
[He strokes his fingers over Ignis' pectorals, leans down to swipe his tongue over a nipple. Thank the Six Ignis isn't the habit of walking around shirtless like Gladiolus is, Ravus would have never been able to resist doing this to him.]