Oh, it hurt. Hurt more than he was used to and the burn pulled tears to his eyes, but there was a bone deep satisfaction in having his mate there, pressed deep and close enough that all Ignis could do was feel him. It was what his heat had strived for, what it had wanted all along. Each slow thrust made sparks dance along Ignis' nerves until he couldn't help but groan, his words stolen away.

The rational side of Ignis knew that little ones weren't something they'd ever have but in his addled, heat ridden state, hearing it might stir things up that would fade once the heat passed but it could be a strain until then.