That has Gladdy grumbling, resisting the next tug on his hair. The idea of Ignis thinking him beautiful is a little odd, really, something he wouldn’t use to describe himself at all. “Beautiful?” Soft and curious and breathless despite himself.
“Not as beautiful as you.” It takes a moment for him to force his eyes open, watching the smug curve of perfect lips, moaning at a particularly delightful twist of Ignis’ fingers. He manages to keep himself upright long enough to tug the advisor’s belt free properly and then he surrenders to pleasure and gravity. Lips catching Iggy’s kissing him hard as he slumps down against him, off center enough to not crush him and to leave him room to work his hand over him.
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That has Gladdy grumbling, resisting the next tug on his hair. The idea of Ignis thinking him beautiful is a little odd, really, something he wouldn’t use to describe himself at all. “Beautiful?” Soft and curious and breathless despite himself.
“Not as beautiful as you.” It takes a moment for him to force his eyes open, watching the smug curve of perfect lips, moaning at a particularly delightful twist of Ignis’ fingers. He manages to keep himself upright long enough to tug the advisor’s belt free properly and then he surrenders to pleasure and gravity. Lips catching Iggy’s kissing him hard as he slumps down against him, off center enough to not crush him and to leave him room to work his hand over him.