That laugh gets a playful growl, teeth scraping purposefully against Ignis' tongue, fighting for control of the kiss. The buckle gives and the victory is short lived as Ignis' fingers curl around him. What dominance he'd gained in the kiss slips away as he moans into Ignis' mouth, eager and needy.

But it's not until elegant fingers twist into dark hair that he comes undone. The hand gripping his belt yanks abruptly, half unthreading it as he slams his forearm to the bed beside Ignis, just barely catching his weight before he collapses on his lover. There's a sound, something startlingly high pitched and broken as he tilts his head, following the pull on his hair without resistance. His hips buck up into Iggy's hold and he surrenders the kiss entirely to pant out a breathless murmur of the other's name.