If he was in his right mind, he'd be angry about the marks he knew his skin would bear but he wasn't. Right then, he couldn't care less about marks or torn skin or now much of a mess they'd be when they were done. No, he cared about the slap of skin against skin, the feel of Gladio's flesh against his, under his hands and the scant air between them, perfumed with their mingled scents and the copper tang of their blood.
Ignis fucked like he fought, quick and silent and deadly, but there was nowhere he could go. Not when Gladio held him down, held him open and while he wriggled as the bigger man pounded into him, there was no struggle to get free. Not when ever fiber of his being craved what his lover was giving him. the bruises and bites would heal up quickly enough, but this was something he'd remember for a long while.
There was a hiss of protest when he felt Gladio's mouth release his nipple only to shift into a yowl when teeth moved to replace it. There was the threat of split skin there and Ignis cried out, a hand snapping up to tighten in Gladio's hair as if to encourage him. Every bright spark of pained pleasure made his gut knot up until he was wound so tight that he couldn't think.
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Date: 2018-03-12 06:46 pm (UTC)Ignis fucked like he fought, quick and silent and deadly, but there was nowhere he could go. Not when Gladio held him down, held him open and while he wriggled as the bigger man pounded into him, there was no struggle to get free. Not when ever fiber of his being craved what his lover was giving him. the bruises and bites would heal up quickly enough, but this was something he'd remember for a long while.
There was a hiss of protest when he felt Gladio's mouth release his nipple only to shift into a yowl when teeth moved to replace it. There was the threat of split skin there and Ignis cried out, a hand snapping up to tighten in Gladio's hair as if to encourage him. Every bright spark of pained pleasure made his gut knot up until he was wound so tight that he couldn't think.