Ignis Scientia

A few more strokes, a few more thrusts and he does just that, hot ropes of white spilling over Gladio's hand and into the bedding. He doesn't cry out, though. Instead, a low, hungry noise slipped through his lips as he let his mind go blank in the wave of pleasure his climax sent through him. The bliss was downright painful in its intensity and Ignis knew that he'd been useless for quite some time after. Hells, he wasn't sure if he'd be able to walk...