[Ravus is typically resistant to orders, but something about Ignis’ authoritative tone, coupled with the tight grip in his hair, has his cock jumping to obey his command. Ravus groans, willing himself to have something resembling patience.]
How do you like it, Ignis? Do you prefer to take, or be taken?
[His hand drifts down lower, finding and fumbling with the fastening of Ignis’ pants.]
Shall I use my hands on you? My mouth? My cock?
[He could probably name twenty different ways he’d like to find his pleasure with Ignis’ flushed, bucking body. Once is not going to be enough to exhaust all the options.]
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How do you like it, Ignis? Do you prefer to take, or be taken?
[His hand drifts down lower, finding and fumbling with the fastening of Ignis’ pants.]
Shall I use my hands on you? My mouth? My cock?
[He could probably name twenty different ways he’d like to find his pleasure with Ignis’ flushed, bucking body. Once is not going to be enough to exhaust all the options.]