Stone Cold Meme-r

Gladio moved Ignis's arms up and over his shoulders. "Hope I didn't hurt you... too badly..." Some inconspicuous sparring injuries was the absolute most he could allow.

While the ability to move was still a ways away from actually making any large motions, Ignis slid his hand down and around to feel over his fiance's lower back as if he might be able to feel where the tattoo began and ended. He was rather fond of not being able to, only smooth skin meeting his fingertips. "Mm, you're still a touch wild, I think." Not that he could pretend to think that was a negative trait. "Self-domesticated like a cat, perhaps."

Ignis was only too glad to be moved, and closer at that, sighing in contentment. "You didn't." He assured, contemplating exactly what to say before he was perfectly, reasonably honest. "I'll be in need of some extra stretching tonight and a bit less exercise tomorrow, but I assure you all for pleasant reminders." As much as he could have pointed out that Gladiolus was used to far more and had no need to worry, it was a different thing entirely.

He laughed softly. "Gladio is... It still means that." It had been a genuine laugh, the smile not fading from his cheeks. On the other hand, if the laugh had been a chance to reclaim his breath, that hadn't worked.

"It still means that." Ignis agreed softly, unable to help himself when it came to a softer echo of Gladio's laugh as well. The man could have had any name at all and it wouldn't have mattered, exactly, just--

Well, Ignis had become aware of the preference. That was what mattered. He hummed at the assurance that he was worthy, still settling in to the idea rather than feeling any real need to argue. Some things would simply take time, would take familiarizing and getting used to.

"Beast is... okay..." Was that why he enjoyed it so much? It wasn't. Maybe only a little bit.

"I want you... to yearn for me. I want you to be desperate for me. I- I know it's stupid..." Surely, he sounded like the protagonist in one of his novels right now.

For anyone else, it might have been a deeply unwise time to have the kind of discussion they were having -- or, at least, that Gladio was starting -- but for Ignis, feeling remarkably soft and sated and very much listening, it probably was the perfect time. Some amount of tiredness was taking hold, but it didn't make him less sharp; just less likely to think three steps ahead.

While listening, one of his hands wound up resting lightly against his fiance's hip, fingers idly drifting back and forth across the skin. That motion continued for another few seconds as he quietly contemplated. Point by point; the important ones. "You prefer I call you Gladio, then? Or something else?" Open and direct and wanting to know. "I suppose 'Gladiolus' came to feel a bit more... personal, to me. Flower and sword. For love and loyalty." Not that a nickname would erase those things, of course.

Ignis shivered from the touch, overheated, overstimulated, and yet it simply could not be better. The exhaustion wasn't quite kicking in yet, but he felt pleasantly heavy all over, making the effort to keep his eyes open just so he could watch Gladio.

Yes, definitely something a little bit animalistic in the act, though calmed down a fair bit from the outright feralness from earlier. "Good beast." He managed, voice rough but mildly amused. His own eyes closing, he wasn't wound down enough to sleep, but the full body relaxation was certainly kicking in. "I love you too, Gladiolus. I can accurately assure that it's always fun with you." He let the words linger, the softness and the truth of them, pulse steadily evening out.

He'd lost track. Who, what, when; it wasn't really like him to completely lose track, but then that was also a good indication of just how intense the orgasm was, sweeping him up entirely. They'd likely both finished at once, sensations building, dominoes falling, burning up, shaking apart--

And that blissfully satisfied calmness amidst the shaking and the heavy breathing, more than just endorphins and tense muscles easing into something that felt like putty. Ignis was lucid enough to recognize that he was more being moved than he was doing any amount of conscious moving himself, but that was... fine. That was all very fine.

There wouldn't have been any true way to express the idea even if he did have words and the full range of lucidity available to him at the moment, to explain how deeply and viscerally satisfying it was to blend the rough motions with the softness, love and desire and a primal fucking need both taken and given and shared. Perhaps there was something to the idea of fucking one's brain out.

Ignis couldn't exactly spare the energy or the breath to laugh at the half-formed idea, his entire body thrumming with a coiled spring of arousal building in his pelvis, the base of his spine, trying to move with Gladio and knowing that it was taking everything just to keep up, but--

The sheer amount of control being offered up, relinquished, simply surrendered, would have been astonishing if Ignis had half a mind to think with at that moment. Coherence lost, pleasure and heat and fullness covered everything, moaning mindlessly into the next thrust as he felt the arm around him. Close enough, secure enough, fast and rough enough--

He knew Gladio was speaking. The words only registered on a delay, lucidity blinking back into existence as he lightly clawed down the other man's back. "You have me, beast." He was panting and shivering despite the heat, closer than he wanted to be but it was much too good to want to slow down. "I'm yours... much as you are mine..." Whether or not he'd actually spoken real words, let alone a complete sentence, seemed far less important than just trying to hold on and move with his fiance.

There were relatively few situations when Ignis cursed, and even then it tended to be under his breath, embracing the plausible deniability of other people not quite hearing. At that moment, he quite blissfully and loudly followed up a guttural sound that definitely couldn't be mistaken for pain with a sharp, airy, "Fuck." Comment or command, it really didn't matter.

Truly, there was no complaint he had to make about Gladio's inherent gentleness. It was respectful, appreciated, but every once in a while it was also welcome to be completely absent, Ignis being more than aware of what the man was capable of. The slick slide and fill, the pleasant mild burn was enough to drive the breath from him, back arching as the more logical part of his mind more or less disappeared for a short while.