[It feels incredible- the angle Ravus thrusts in, the slowly increasing speed, the sounds he makes, mingled with his own, the expression on other man's face. Ignis drinks it all up like a thirsty man in a dessert, hands coming up to rest on him- one on the hand holding his hip, the other on Ravus' chest, dull nails digging into the skin.
A few more thrusts and Ravus finally finds the angle that makes Ignis forget about where he is- it tears out a loud moan from him, Ravus' name falling from his lips like a prayer for more.
There are even curses mixed up with moans- something that extremely rarely happens with Ignis. But he can't help it. Every thrust feels mindblowing and any sense of coherency is gone.]
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A few more thrusts and Ravus finally finds the angle that makes Ignis forget about where he is- it tears out a loud moan from him, Ravus' name falling from his lips like a prayer for more.
There are even curses mixed up with moans- something that extremely rarely happens with Ignis. But he can't help it. Every thrust feels mindblowing and any sense of coherency is gone.]