Ignis feels ready, so he slips a third finger into him, making the stretch wider. Still he kept up the pace though, not wanting to quite let go yet, not when these amazing words are egging Ignis on.
"Is that what you want, Iggy? To pull my hands up over my head and hold them there while you ride me? You know I can't stand it when I can't touch you, when you won't let me..."
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Ignis feels ready, so he slips a third finger into him, making the stretch wider. Still he kept up the pace though, not wanting to quite let go yet, not when these amazing words are egging Ignis on.
"Is that what you want, Iggy? To pull my hands up over my head and hold them there while you ride me? You know I can't stand it when I can't touch you, when you won't let me..."