Slow wasn't what he wanted, though. His body was clamoring for that closeness that Gladio was talking about which made him pointedly shift down, writhing against Gladio's knowing digits. The motion was demand and plea all rolled into one even as Ignis tipped his head, gasping his pleasure at the feel of teeth teasing at the scar Gladio had left on his neck.
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Date: 2018-08-06 01:48 am (UTC)"... can't wait."