As Gladio moved to sit on the bed, Ignis shifted to settle between his legs, skin prickling at the possessive sweep of that big hand along his skin. He could tease Gladio, playfully chide him for being so eager, but there was none of that now. Not when Gladio warm skin was under his fingers again, the digits sliding along his newly bared chest.
"I want you to do what you need to. What you want to. I can handle it."
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Date: 2017-10-10 05:05 pm (UTC)"I want you to do what you need to. What you want to. I can handle it."