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[shatteredlenses]

 

This is Ignis.  Please leave a message and I'll get back to you as soon as possible.  Storyteller willing, I may actually be able to read messages left for me soon.
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And, no, your Highness, this doesn't mean I will be too busy to make sure you eat your vegetables. 

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[piercetheheart]

Gladio hums softly at the scolding, clearly unconcerned with it. Especially not when Ignis says his name like that immediately after. His mouth moves down nibbling at the younger man's jaw, one sharp nip landing when he moves on to his neck.

"Anything you want if you say my name like that again babe." It's a hard decision to make, whether to keep going, move back so he can finish undressing Ignis... or to just settle over him for a moment, savor the press of his skin, the heat of him under his mouth. He's eager, yeah, but he also wants to relish every moment like this. His free hand abandons the challenge of unfastening the advisor's pants in favor of sliding up, cupping his cheek, carding his fingers through hair that's getting long enough to be unruly, using the touch to guide Iggy's mouth back to his once more.

There's no need to rush, they have hours before they need to sleep.

[shatteredlenses]

As exhilarating as the previous heat and tension between them was, Ignis isn't unhappy with it suddenly shifting into something slower and calmer. He leans into the strong fingers in his hair and the warmth of the lips pressed against his even as his hands slip away from their previous tasks to explore the expanses of Gladio's bronzed skin.

He doesn't rush the kiss, though when they do finally part, he also doesn't hesitate to fulfill the Shield's request, drawing his name out just a little more than he had before, voice even more breathless this time.

"Gladio. Please."

[piercetheheart]

If only Ignis knew just how bronzed Gladio had become. Years without sunlight had tempered the deep tan he used to have but since coming to the islands and spending even more time in the sun and less time wearing a shirt his skin was far darker than it had ever been in the past. It made Ignis look ghostly pale by comparison, especially in the low light inside the cottage.

It made for a dramatic aesthetic, Ignis' long elegant fingers smoothing over the considerably darker muscles of the man above him. That plea and those caresses earn Ignis a deep groan, the fingers in his hair twisting tighter.

"Y-yeah... I got you baby." A breathless murmur against his lips, Gladio's mouth moving back to his throat, leaving more marks on that delightfully pale skin even though he knows it will bother Iggy later. He can't bring himself to care just now. Not with the advisor breathless and wanting beneath him. His fingers stay curled firmly in the other's hair, his free hand dropping back to it's former task of unfastening Ignis' pants. Not hurried exactly, not the frantic heat of before, but there needs to be less clothing involved here, he needs to feel Iggy against him, all warm smooth skin and long lean lines.

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Later he will be frustrated by those visible marks on his neck--though he is getting better at accepting them, it is going to take more time for him to be completely comfortable with them--but now he forgets about all that and just presses up against Gladio's mouth encouraging him to do as he wishes, soft sounds marking his approval if the motion isn't enough on its own.

As reluctant as he is to remove even one hand from Gladio's body, Ignis wishes the rest of his clothing gone as much as the Shield does, so he shifts one down to help with the task of removing his pants. For a short time, they do need to part so he can finish slipping them off his long legs, but once that is done, he eagerly pulls Gladio back down atop him, the fingers of both hands quickly finding their way back to his lover's body.

"Finally."

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Finally was right.

As soon as Ignis' pants are finally off and out of the way he sinks back down to capture the other's mouth in a hard kiss, greedy and eager, moaning against his lips. One hand props him up, braced against the bed over Ignis' shoulder, the other smooths down his side, over his bare hip, down to grip his thigh. His hand fits neatly around the top of Iggy's thigh, thumb pressing hard over the point of the dagger inked on his body, the tip of his finger settling along the sensitive skin where thigh and ass meet.

For a moment he holds the advisor down, rocks his hips against him, letting their lengths slide together, delightful friction though there not but sweat to ease the press of skin. The motion makes him jerk his head back, panting out his next breath before abruptly shifting his position. He slides down Iggy's body, dragging his tongue from lips to neck, collar to sternum and all the way down until he drag his teeth over the delicate skin of his navel. "Could just devour you right now, babe." But for once they have most of the day, more time to play and fewer obligations, at least today, just this once.

So instead of swallowing Ignis' cock he simply trails kisses down along his belly, lets his beard brush roughly against the heated flesh of his lover before drifting further down. His grip shifts slightly, lifting Ignis' hip instead of holding him down, teeth scraping along his inner thigh. Gladio's weight shifts to his elbows one at a time, coaxing those long elegant legs over his shoulders. But still it's not Ignis' cock Gladio goes for. He nuzzles against the other's balls, gently draws one into his mouth, quick and sloppy, thumbs pressing in against his ass to spread him open while Gladio licks and nibbles and sucks at all the delicate skin available to him. Thighs, balls, taint... and if that results in saliva sliding down along Ignis' ass well, it's pretty clear he'll follow eventually.

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Perhaps this is revenge for him teasing Gladio before, but if it is, Ignis doesn't care. He barely gets that one word out of his mouth and then Gladio is everywhere. He can't even catch his breath, one wave of sensation not even reaching its crescendo before another is rising to overwhelm it. If Gladio's aim is to keep him from being able to speak, then he's achieved it and then some. The sounds that fall from his lips are nowhere near words. Even getting the Shield's name out is beyond him right now.

When Gladio moves back to lift his legs, Ignis hands fall away from him. Oh, he could still reach the Shield's shoulders if he tried, but he doesn't have the focus for such a complicated motion. Instead, his fingers curl into the bedding beneath him and if it's all that is keeping him from flying away. As a testament to his flexibility, he curls one leg back his toes dig into Gladio's back.

Gladio might be teasing, he might be taking Ignis apart bit by bit, but all signs point to him wanting every bit of it and more.

[piercetheheart]

Definitely revenge, the kind of revenge that is all to delightful to dish out and having Ignis' legs wrapped around his shoulders only encourages him to push further. The sounds he makes, the perfect body spread out above him. Gladio curses under his breath, shifting slightly, pushing up on his elbows a little more and doing two things simultaneously.

The change in angle lets him finally put his mouth on Ignis' cock, swallowing him down in a swift, sudden motion. The whole point is for it to be overwhelming and one more explosive burst of sensation even as one finger, slick with the mess of saliva in his wake presses firmly against the other man's entrance. It's not enough to push inside, not with nothing more than spit, but the promise of it is there, testing and careful. They've never gone that far and Gladio doesn't want to push if Ignis isn't comfortable with it. It's largely impractical given their situation but, just this once, maybe there's time.