[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.]
[Right now, Ignis is not planning to leave. And he's not trying to think much about 'until he returns' sentence because that could imply way too many things at once. His hold on Ravus only tightens as a response to the offer.
'Yes, I want to'
Simple sentence conveyed, properly, through this small gesture. He too doesn't want to wake up to nothing right now, to the realization that Gladio isn't around.]
[Ravus only means to drowse while Ignis sleeps in his arms, but he ends up slumbering in spite of himself.
When he wakes, the sun is high in the sky and he can hear movement in other parts of the house. Ravus sighs. He can't hide away in his room forever. For one things, the cats will be scratching down the door for a meal soon.
He begins to extract his limbs from Ignis' so he can push himself up.]
I'm getting up now. [He murmurs near Ignis' ear.] You can sleep longer if you need.
[Ignis' head throbs when he's brought back from the bliss that is sleep. And he's instantly aware of million things that happened hours ago. One- Gladio is gone; two- his head hurts because he didn't sleep enough; three- this is not his bed; four- Ravus is speaking to him. Because he's in his and Gladio's bed. Naked. The only way he ever regrets what happened is if it ever comes between Ravus' and Gladio's relationship. That thought itself just adds more pressure to his headache.
He needs to get up. Coffee. Then to inform people that Gladio's missing. The offer to stay in bed is very tempting but he's fully aware he can't. Even this is already pushing the limits.
Ignis tilts his head to look at Ravus, drowsy a bit but awake.]
No, thank you. I... need to get up, [he says quietly. Ravus' face is so close and he's so tempted to-- Gods, his head is a mess and the man's closeness is not helping.]
[Ravus has less impulse control than Ignis, and he presses his lips to Ignis'. There is going to be little comfort for them once they leave this room, so he's taking all he can until then.]
You do not regret it, do you?
[Ravus cannot understand the long history Ignis and Gladio have together. Will his own connection with Ignis, so strong in the darkness of the early morning, survive in the light of day?]
[Ignis' eyes glint in a bit of a surprise but he very willingly returns the kiss, hand coming up to rest against Ravus' cheek. When Ravus moves away, he gives him an additional short, kiss.]
No, I don't regret it.
[His fingers push through silvery strands, placing them behind Ravus' ear as he offers him a small smile, although laced with a bit of sadness because, well, Gladio's not around.]
[That- wasn't a question Ignis expected. At all. And it instantly lights up Ignis' face with a fiery blush he can't control. Because yes, he could hear Gladio and Ravus- until Gladio got the room soundproofed. Then Ignis couldn't decide whether he liked it or no.
...he can't admit that!
Well. He can. He just slept with Ravus. But still- saying something like that aloud is embarrassing.
-there's no point in lying or hiding.]
I... did. Hear you. Neither of you is quiet and, well, the room wasn't soundproofed then. [His cheeks get even redder as he thinks about the second question-] F... From time to time. If- if you did it early, I would let you to your own devices because I... felt like I was eavesdropping. But sometimes [you fucks] you would do it in the middle of the night [4 fucking AM] and then... [and then there was no escaping the sounds and how hot they sounded and him wanting to melt into the pillows. And sometimes the showers couldn't help him so he felt additionally guilty for getting off on them.]
...so yes. There were moments where I was tempted to knock on the door. It usually ended up with me locking my own...
[Ravus is smirking like the cat that swallowed the canary.]
You don't need to look so bashful. To speak the truth, the thought of you listening in made it even better for me. We would have welcomed you in, if you had knocked.
[It's not like he can control the blush, Ravus. The question was a bit out of nowhere and of nature he doesn't always answer. He also admitted to everything so...
Ignis' gaze falls, but he nods in the end. Yes, Gladio will return to them. He would never leave them.]
[He could say more, paint a lewd picture of all the things he wants to do with Ignis and Gladio together in his bed, but he doesn't want to keep reminding Ignis of Gladio's absence.]
And until then, you needn't knock. I'll expect you here, or I'll come to you.
[Because Ravus trusts Ignis with many things, but taking care of himself is not one of them. The only way to insure Ignis is not suffering alone is to stay by his side until the cause for suffering has passed.]
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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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'Yes, I want to'
Simple sentence conveyed, properly, through this small gesture. He too doesn't want to wake up to nothing right now, to the realization that Gladio isn't around.]
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When he wakes, the sun is high in the sky and he can hear movement in other parts of the house. Ravus sighs. He can't hide away in his room forever. For one things, the cats will be scratching down the door for a meal soon.
He begins to extract his limbs from Ignis' so he can push himself up.]
I'm getting up now. [He murmurs near Ignis' ear.] You can sleep longer if you need.
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He needs to get up. Coffee. Then to inform people that Gladio's missing. The offer to stay in bed is very tempting but he's fully aware he can't. Even this is already pushing the limits.
Ignis tilts his head to look at Ravus, drowsy a bit but awake.]
No, thank you. I... need to get up, [he says quietly. Ravus' face is so close and he's so tempted to-- Gods, his head is a mess and the man's closeness is not helping.]
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You do not regret it, do you?
[Ravus cannot understand the long history Ignis and Gladio have together. Will his own connection with Ignis, so strong in the darkness of the early morning, survive in the light of day?]
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No, I don't regret it.
[His fingers push through silvery strands, placing them behind Ravus' ear as he offers him a small smile, although laced with a bit of sadness because, well, Gladio's not around.]
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[Ravus props himself up on an elbow and lets himself study Ignis' face. So beautiful, but forlorn.]
You know, I always wondered...could you hear Gladiolus and I, when we fucked?
[Because, you know, one way to remove that sadness is to replace it with a blush. And Ravus has been dying to know.]
Did you ever listen in, and wish you were a part of it?
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...he can't admit that!
Well. He can. He just slept with Ravus. But still- saying something like that aloud is embarrassing.
-there's no point in lying or hiding.]
I... did. Hear you. Neither of you is quiet and, well, the room wasn't soundproofed then. [His cheeks get even redder as he thinks about the second question-] F... From time to time. If- if you did it early, I would let you to your own devices because I... felt like I was eavesdropping. But sometimes [you fucks] you would do it in the middle of the night [4 fucking AM] and then... [and then there was no escaping the sounds and how hot they sounded and him wanting to melt into the pillows. And sometimes the showers couldn't help him so he felt additionally guilty for getting off on them.]
...so yes. There were moments where I was tempted to knock on the door. It usually ended up with me locking my own...
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You don't need to look so bashful. To speak the truth, the thought of you listening in made it even better for me. We would have welcomed you in, if you had knocked.
[He runs a finger down Ignis' flaming cheek.]
He will come back...and I want you to come knock.
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Ignis' gaze falls, but he nods in the end. Yes, Gladio will return to them. He would never leave them.]
...I will. Come knocking.
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[He could say more, paint a lewd picture of all the things he wants to do with Ignis and Gladio together in his bed, but he doesn't want to keep reminding Ignis of Gladio's absence.]
And until then, you needn't knock. I'll expect you here, or I'll come to you.
[Because Ravus trusts Ignis with many things, but taking care of himself is not one of them. The only way to insure Ignis is not suffering alone is to stay by his side until the cause for suffering has passed.]
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