[Ravus is definitively on the right path to melt both Ignis' brain and his body. He tries to brace himself with his feet pushing on the edges of the bed, toes curling from pleasure.
Groans, whines, and moans fill the room, with Ravus' name slipping past Ignis' lips whenever he manages to catch some semblance of breath. His vision is blurry from pleasure and he can't focus on anything else except the tongue that's pushing in and making Ignis almost sing.
Perhaps it is just that they rushed- sometimes showing is worth more than just plain 'telling'.]
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Groans, whines, and moans fill the room, with Ravus' name slipping past Ignis' lips whenever he manages to catch some semblance of breath. His vision is blurry from pleasure and he can't focus on anything else except the tongue that's pushing in and making Ignis almost sing.
Perhaps it is just that they rushed- sometimes showing is worth more than just plain 'telling'.]