[Ravus doesn't hear a 'no', and Ignis' body is so delightfully responsive to his touch. Ravus' lips quirk in a victorious smirk as he ducks his head back down to launch his assault in earnest.
He grips Ignis' ass cheeks tight as he tests and teases his entrance with his tongue. He grows bolder with each moment, pressing deeper, trying to draw more writhing pleasure out of his lover.
Ravus' pajama pants do little to hide his arousal. 'Soon', he tells himself. He wants to give Ignis the fuck of his life, both to help him get past this terrible day, and to show him how good they could be together -all of them, once Gladio gets his fine ass back to them. Ravus rushed into this without thinking, but maybe giving Ignis a brain-melting orgasm or two will help mitigate any feelings of regret he might have after the fact.]
[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'.]
[When Ravus decides Ignis has become sufficiently pliant beneath him, he eases back and lets his tongue drift back down to Ignis' balls. He fumbles a hand blindly through the nightstand drawer beside the bed, feeling for his bottle of lube.]
...don't hold back...
[Ravus uncaps the bottle and coats the fingers on his right hand. He licks his way up Ignis' shaft and finally wraps his lips around the head in earnest. While he makes a distraction with his tongue in Ignis' slit, he brings his first finger up to his spit-slicked hole.]
[Ignis is not entirely sure what is Ravus talking about, but he stops biting down on his lip to keep back the moans back. There was a brief moment where Ignis could catch his breath and sneak a peek at the man between his legs, furious blush over his own cheeks.
He never thought that he would see Ravus like this, here, lips wrapped around the tip of his cock. It makes Ignis groan and bury his fingers in those silvery strands of hair. The warmth around his tip is a really good distraction from fingers, although it's just uncomfortable for now.
Licking his lips, Ignis uses his hand to push back all the hair back so he could see Ravus' face properly.]
[Ravus feels Ignis' hand on his head, and he looks up at him as he very deliberately pushes forward and takes more of the cock into his mouth. He wants to wreck Ignis, and he wants to watch it happen.
His finger probes the hot tightness of Ignis' ass, feeling his way deeper inside. 'This drives Gladiolus crazy,' he wants to say, wants to share, before he realizes the point is to help Ignis not think of it. Thank the Six his mouth is too full to have spoken that thought aloud.
There will be time when Gladio returns to tutor Ignis in the fine art of torturing the Shield with pleasure.]
[Perhaps pushing those bangs back was a bad idea. The sight is the most intoxicating thing Ignis ever experienced and it doesn't help that Ravus is holding his gaze as he takes his cock further in his mouth.
It takes Ignis moment to adjust to those fingers, but they end up feeling incredibly hot as they move inside. He doesn't have the strength anymore to keep his attention on how Ravus is slowly dismantling whatever's left of his composure and his eyes slip closed, head resting back down on the bed.]
Please... [A soft plea slips from Ignis, his body decidedly wanting more, at a bigger pace that Ravus is not giving him.]
[Ravus hums with approval as Ignis surrenders himself to the sensations. Begging is always welcome.
He sucks on Ignis' cock, caressing the underside with his tongue as he bobs forward and back along the length. He moves his fingers more decisively at Ignis' backside, preparing him for a larger intrusion.
He increases the tempo. The point isn't to make Ignis come from just this, but if he does, so be it. Ravus wants to ensure that by the time he enters Ignis, there will be no pain, only pleasure.]
[Ignis doesn't want to come just from this either, especially because those fingers are promising something more. It is an unfamiliar but welcome heat that settles within him, craving for more than just those skillful fingers.
It feels so good though, the increased tempo, and Ignis cries out in pleasure, fingers gripping on Ravus' hair harder than he wants to.]
S-Slower- [or he's really going to come and he'll feel bad because Ravus won't have his release. And that's not fair. His grip on hair lets up a bit, and Ignis bites his lip-]
[Ravus draws his mouth off of Ignis’ cock with reluctance. He’s only just begun, but he is already becoming addicted to Ignis’ sounds and tastes.]
Are you ready for me?
[He shifts his fingers, testing Ignis’ muscles. Astrals, he wants to be inside him.]
[There will be plenty of other times where Ravus will get to suck him off like this and to completion, without stopping if he wants to. Right now though, the fingers are making Ignis burn for something more.
Whether he's ready or no, Ignis doesn't care anymore right now. He finally finds the strength to open his eyes and look at Ravus, face flushed with want-]
[Ravus withdraws his fingers and leans back as he takes in Ignis' flushed body.]
You look so good like this. I can't wait any more.
[Ravus rips his shirt over his head and yanks down his sleep pants, needing to remove the final layers between them.]
Fuck. [He catches himself before leaving back to press against Ignis. The magitek hand shoots to the nightstand drawer again and comes back out with a condom.
In contrast to his ministrations with Ignis, he rushes through rolling the condom onto his cock and giving it a few rough pumps with his lube-slick hand.
There, good enough. He aligns his body with Ignis' and presses the tip of his cock to Ignis' hole.]
[Ignis is keeping his eyes trained on Ravus, on everything he does and every expression he makes. His impatience is contagious, however, and Ignis can feel himself becoming restless as he waits.
He licks his dry lips once Ravus is ready and exhales shakily, giving the other man a nod to go ahead and trying to will his body to relax. Which isn't an easy job. He gasps loudly after Ravus pushes past the first ring of muscles and his fingers grip tightly on the sheets below him.
It stings, but definitively not in a way that would make Ignis want to back out from what they are doing. Not at all. So he shifts his legs more apart to give Ravus more room, shivers running rampant through his body.]
[The only word to describe the feeling of pushing into Ignis is 'bliss'. Astrals, he's wanted to do this since the first time he saw Ignis fight alongside him.
Ravus slides his hand down Ignis' thigh and guides his leg up to hook around Ravus' hip. He presses in, glacially slow as Ignis adjusts to the intrusion, until he's fully sheathed inside. He lets his breath out in a long hiss to keep from cursing.
He's supporting his weight on his magitek hand, which grips the sheets tight enough to start ripping the fabric.]
...you're so perfect. Gods damn, do you know how good you feel...?
[The slight sting from intrusion is most welcoming and makes Ignis gasp for air. Leg securely placed over Ravus' hip, he can feel him sinking in, to the hilt, and it's most incredible feeling ever.
Breathless, flushed and eyes focused only on Ravus' face, half-lidded. He wants, needs Ravus to move. He would gladly tell Ravus how incredible he feels as well, had he not rendered him speechless for a moment.
But with that pause, Ignis gasps for air and moans-]
[Now who is turning the other's words back on them? But Ignis need not fret, Ravus couldn't hold back any longer if he wanted to.
Ignis wants him, and Ravus cannot keep himself still. He gives his hips a roll, pushing in as deep as he can go, then pulling out to thrust back in.
Ignis is a treasure, but he's not fragile; Ravus has seen firsthand how lethal it can be to underestimate him. Whatever pace he sets, he trusts that Ignis can take it.
Ravus moans as he picks up speed, trying to adjust the angle to give Ignis back as much pleasure as he's taking from him.]
[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.]
[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...
[Ravus isn't the only one that doesn't have the thinking processes under control. Ignis' own lust and inhibitions had wiped out any sort of logical reasoning and all that's left was an insatiable need for more- more of Ravus' heat, strength, smell, voice, more of the thrusts that are slowly edging him to his orgasm, inch by inch. His hold on the other man tightens, the leg pressing firmer against Ravus' side, as if in fear that he'll leave somewhere.
He says that he wants to mark him as his and just that thought makes Ignis moan Ravus' name even louder, not even caring if someone could hear him or no right now.]
Gods, yes, do it- [his fingers keep clawing on the broad shoulder and arm as if that will get Ravus to do as promised-] I want it...
[Ravus has still got a condom on, but that doesn't register through the haze of pleasure. The primal, animal need to come has taken over.
He's so close. Ravus leans down to seize Ignis' mouth in a kiss while his thrusts become more frenzied. His grip on Ignis' thigh tightens to bruising pressure as he reaches the precipice of orgasm. He presses in, burying himself in Ignis' embrace as he reaches his peak.
Ignis' name becomes a drawn-out groan on his lips as he comes, and it's only the strength of his prosthetic arm that keeps him from collapsing onto the other man. He'll see to Ignis' release just as soon as the stars clear from his vision.]
[Ravus doesn't have to worry- the rush of thrusts, mixed with that kiss and press of Ravus' body against his- it was more than enough to make Ignis come. Perhaps moments before Ravus. Only the sound of his orgasm Ravus drank off of his lips, a now muffled groan with syllables of Ravus' name mixed in it.
He's out of breath and his hip stings from the grip, but his body sings in pleasure and Ignis can't move. Doesn't want to move. His hands remain wrapped around Ravus as he lays on top of him. The warmth, the closeness... he wants to keep it like this. Selfish, he knows, considering everything but he wasn't lying. He wants it...
Gently, he lifts Ravus' head from where it's resting against his shoulder and pulls him in for a slow, warm kiss.]
[Ravus tilts his head to better angle himself to explore Ignis' mouth. When the kiss ends, he rolls over onto his side and presses himself against Ignis' sweat-slicked body. It's Gladiolus' fault, really, conditioning Ravus to expect cuddling after sex.
Ravus presses lazy kisses to the corner of Ignis' mouth, his cheek, his jawline, everywhere Ravus can reach without having to expend effort to move.
Soon, they'll have to get up and face the reality of Gladio's absence...but they can steal a few more minutes of distraction until then.]
[Ignis appreciates that Ravus pulls him into a hug after he gets comfortable on the side. His mind is still buzzing from pleasure and he's returning the kisses slowly, eyes closed when he feels the lips travel over his jaw and cheek.
All of Ignis' defenses are gone now. He can feel the dread of the reality slowly trying to creep back in but Ravus' touch and presence keep all of it at bay. For now.
He opens his eyes to look over at him, eyes lingering on every line and the sharp cut of Ravus' face. Feeling that words are failing him yet again, his gaze drops and he shuffles close, burying his face below Ravus' jaw, gently resting forehead against his neck.]
[Ravus nuzzles Ignis' head until he finds a comfortable position for his cheek to rest against Ignis' hair. He lets his hand trail down Ignis' side, tracing soothing circles around the bruises he'd left on his hip a few minutes earlier.
They're both exhausted, physically and emotionally, and Ravus doesn't want to lose this narrow window where they could maybe fall asleep without a guarantee of nightmares.]
Sleep. [He shifts to press a kiss into Ignis' hair.] I don't want you to leave my side until you've gotten some rest.
[And honestly, Ravus is going to need strength to face the world outside of this room, too. He's not eager to get up and begin informing the others of Gladio's disappearance.]
['Sleep and get some rest' - words that usually leave Ignis' mouth, now used on him. And... he doesn't mind it at all. This closeness, the way Ravus is being gentle with him compared to his usual steely demeanor, the fingers circling slowly on his skin... it is more than easy to give in to the call of sleep.]
You too...
[Not very articulate request compared to how eloquent he usually is, but he's tired. Spent in every way possible. He presses a soft kiss on the exposed expanse of Ravus' neck, letting himself relax into the older man's hold-]
[With that reassurance, Ravus lets his head rest back on one of the rumpled pillows.]
You can stay until he returns, if you wish it...
[Ignis was always welcome here, but now, especially. Ravus has quickly gotten used to sleeping with another beside him, and he doesn't want to face waking cold and alone.]
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He grips Ignis' ass cheeks tight as he tests and teases his entrance with his tongue. He grows bolder with each moment, pressing deeper, trying to draw more writhing pleasure out of his lover.
Ravus' pajama pants do little to hide his arousal. 'Soon', he tells himself. He wants to give Ignis the fuck of his life, both to help him get past this terrible day, and to show him how good they could be together -all of them, once Gladio gets his fine ass back to them. Ravus rushed into this without thinking, but maybe giving Ignis a brain-melting orgasm or two will help mitigate any feelings of regret he might have after the fact.]
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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'.]
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...don't hold back...
[Ravus uncaps the bottle and coats the fingers on his right hand. He licks his way up Ignis' shaft and finally wraps his lips around the head in earnest. While he makes a distraction with his tongue in Ignis' slit, he brings his first finger up to his spit-slicked hole.]
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He never thought that he would see Ravus like this, here, lips wrapped around the tip of his cock. It makes Ignis groan and bury his fingers in those silvery strands of hair. The warmth around his tip is a really good distraction from fingers, although it's just uncomfortable for now.
Licking his lips, Ignis uses his hand to push back all the hair back so he could see Ravus' face properly.]
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His finger probes the hot tightness of Ignis' ass, feeling his way deeper inside. 'This drives Gladiolus crazy,' he wants to say, wants to share, before he realizes the point is to help Ignis not think of it. Thank the Six his mouth is too full to have spoken that thought aloud.
There will be time when Gladio returns to tutor Ignis in the fine art of torturing the Shield with pleasure.]
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It takes Ignis moment to adjust to those fingers, but they end up feeling incredibly hot as they move inside. He doesn't have the strength anymore to keep his attention on how Ravus is slowly dismantling whatever's left of his composure and his eyes slip closed, head resting back down on the bed.]
Please... [A soft plea slips from Ignis, his body decidedly wanting more, at a bigger pace that Ravus is not giving him.]
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He sucks on Ignis' cock, caressing the underside with his tongue as he bobs forward and back along the length. He moves his fingers more decisively at Ignis' backside, preparing him for a larger intrusion.
He increases the tempo. The point isn't to make Ignis come from just this, but if he does, so be it. Ravus wants to ensure that by the time he enters Ignis, there will be no pain, only pleasure.]
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It feels so good though, the increased tempo, and Ignis cries out in pleasure, fingers gripping on Ravus' hair harder than he wants to.]
S-Slower- [or he's really going to come and he'll feel bad because Ravus won't have his release. And that's not fair.
His grip on hair lets up a bit, and Ignis bites his lip-]
Don't... want to come just yet... Want you...
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Are you ready for me?
[He shifts his fingers, testing Ignis’ muscles. Astrals, he wants to be inside him.]
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Whether he's ready or no, Ignis doesn't care anymore right now. He finally finds the strength to open his eyes and look at Ravus, face flushed with want-]
Yes- please just, take me.
[Before this lust drives him mad.]
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You look so good like this. I can't wait any more.
[Ravus rips his shirt over his head and yanks down his sleep pants, needing to remove the final layers between them.]
Fuck. [He catches himself before leaving back to press against Ignis. The magitek hand shoots to the nightstand drawer again and comes back out with a condom.
In contrast to his ministrations with Ignis, he rushes through rolling the condom onto his cock and giving it a few rough pumps with his lube-slick hand.
There, good enough. He aligns his body with Ignis' and presses the tip of his cock to Ignis' hole.]
Try not to tense.
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He licks his dry lips once Ravus is ready and exhales shakily, giving the other man a nod to go ahead and trying to will his body to relax. Which isn't an easy job. He gasps loudly after Ravus pushes past the first ring of muscles and his fingers grip tightly on the sheets below him.
It stings, but definitively not in a way that would make Ignis want to back out from what they are doing. Not at all. So he shifts his legs more apart to give Ravus more room, shivers running rampant through his body.]
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Ravus slides his hand down Ignis' thigh and guides his leg up to hook around Ravus' hip. He presses in, glacially slow as Ignis adjusts to the intrusion, until he's fully sheathed inside. He lets his breath out in a long hiss to keep from cursing.
He's supporting his weight on his magitek hand, which grips the sheets tight enough to start ripping the fabric.]
...you're so perfect. Gods damn, do you know how good you feel...?
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Breathless, flushed and eyes focused only on Ravus' face, half-lidded. He wants, needs Ravus to move. He would gladly tell Ravus how incredible he feels as well, had he not rendered him speechless for a moment.
But with that pause, Ignis gasps for air and moans-]
Want you... now, please-! Don't... ah, hold back-
[He won't break. He craves more of him.]
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Ignis wants him, and Ravus cannot keep himself still. He gives his hips a roll, pushing in as deep as he can go, then pulling out to thrust back in.
Ignis is a treasure, but he's not fragile; Ravus has seen firsthand how lethal it can be to underestimate him. Whatever pace he sets, he trusts that Ignis can take it.
Ravus moans as he picks up speed, trying to adjust the angle to give Ignis back as much pleasure as he's taking from him.]
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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.]
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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...
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He says that he wants to mark him as his and just that thought makes Ignis moan Ravus' name even louder, not even caring if someone could hear him or no right now.]
Gods, yes, do it- [his fingers keep clawing on the broad shoulder and arm as if that will get Ravus to do as promised-] I want it...
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He's so close. Ravus leans down to seize Ignis' mouth in a kiss while his thrusts become more frenzied. His grip on Ignis' thigh tightens to bruising pressure as he reaches the precipice of orgasm. He presses in, burying himself in Ignis' embrace as he reaches his peak.
Ignis' name becomes a drawn-out groan on his lips as he comes, and it's only the strength of his prosthetic arm that keeps him from collapsing onto the other man. He'll see to Ignis' release just as soon as the stars clear from his vision.]
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He's out of breath and his hip stings from the grip, but his body sings in pleasure and Ignis can't move. Doesn't want to move. His hands remain wrapped around Ravus as he lays on top of him. The warmth, the closeness... he wants to keep it like this. Selfish, he knows, considering everything but he wasn't lying. He wants it...
Gently, he lifts Ravus' head from where it's resting against his shoulder and pulls him in for a slow, warm kiss.]
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Ravus presses lazy kisses to the corner of Ignis' mouth, his cheek, his jawline, everywhere Ravus can reach without having to expend effort to move.
Soon, they'll have to get up and face the reality of Gladio's absence...but they can steal a few more minutes of distraction until then.]
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All of Ignis' defenses are gone now. He can feel the dread of the reality slowly trying to creep back in but Ravus' touch and presence keep all of it at bay. For now.
He opens his eyes to look over at him, eyes lingering on every line and the sharp cut of Ravus' face. Feeling that words are failing him yet again, his gaze drops and he shuffles close, burying his face below Ravus' jaw, gently resting forehead against his neck.]
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They're both exhausted, physically and emotionally, and Ravus doesn't want to lose this narrow window where they could maybe fall asleep without a guarantee of nightmares.]
Sleep. [He shifts to press a kiss into Ignis' hair.] I don't want you to leave my side until you've gotten some rest.
[And honestly, Ravus is going to need strength to face the world outside of this room, too. He's not eager to get up and begin informing the others of Gladio's disappearance.]
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You too...
[Not very articulate request compared to how eloquent he usually is, but he's tired. Spent in every way possible.
He presses a soft kiss on the exposed expanse of Ravus' neck, letting himself relax into the older man's hold-]
Don't leave my side...
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[With that reassurance, Ravus lets his head rest back on one of the rumpled pillows.]
You can stay until he returns, if you wish it...
[Ignis was always welcome here, but now, especially. Ravus has quickly gotten used to sleeping with another beside him, and he doesn't want to face waking cold and alone.]
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