[Ravus hisses out a low, drawn-out curse as Ignis buries his nails into his flesh. Marking and being marked drives Ravus crazy, and he's going to get hard looking over the scratch marks later on.
For now, though, all that matters is the sensation of skin against skin, pleasure and pain and friction and heat. Ravus keeps up the punishing rhythm, wanting to find release but never wanting this moment to end. Ignis had never sounded so hot as he does now, that refined voice of his gasping out Ravus' name.]
...Ignis... [He's losing track of his words as he pumps his hips, letting his thoughts pour out unfiltered.] ...I want to come in you, fill you up, make you mine...
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For now, though, all that matters is the sensation of skin against skin, pleasure and pain and friction and heat. Ravus keeps up the punishing rhythm, wanting to find release but never wanting this moment to end. Ignis had never sounded so hot as he does now, that refined voice of his gasping out Ravus' name.]
...Ignis... [He's losing track of his words as he pumps his hips, letting his thoughts pour out unfiltered.] ...I want to come in you, fill you up, make you mine...