"They're horses not kids." Grumbled but he does start slowly moving backwards towards the cottage, one arm around Iggy's waist to pull him along, never moving his mouth from the other man's throat.

"Why below the collar? You're not making an appearance in court any time soon." And the words are breathed out against Ignis' ear, warm and low, lips finding the delicate skin below his ear, just behind his jaw and nipping lightly.

Come on, Igs. No one will care.