Gladio couldn't help that he was a big guy. He had proper chairs brought along so that he could flop into one at the end of a long, exhausting day and not worry about breaking the damn thing. At least it meant that it could support the two of them fooling around ten years later. Something Noctis was grateful for right now as the sound from Ignis felt like fingers running down his spine, making him echo the groan quietly. He shifted, helping Ignis to work him out of his clothing, before he started to do the same. There was no familiarity at all, so it was an effort to pull and feel and figure out the outfit so that he might get at more skin beneath.
He'd never had his chance, and now, with fuel added to a fire he had never knowledged before, it felt like an inferno was growing under his skin and threatened to devour him. Maybe he wanted it to, wanted Ignis to. His fingers finally managed to get to the fabric beneath the jacket and he pressed his palm to the heat of it, realizing, perhaps, this really was real. This might actually be happening, the first time it wasn't some deranged method to get him to agree to his destiny but actually happening...
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Date: 2018-01-16 04:24 pm (UTC)He'd never had his chance, and now, with fuel added to a fire he had never knowledged before, it felt like an inferno was growing under his skin and threatened to devour him. Maybe he wanted it to, wanted Ignis to. His fingers finally managed to get to the fabric beneath the jacket and he pressed his palm to the heat of it, realizing, perhaps, this really was real. This might actually be happening, the first time it wasn't some deranged method to get him to agree to his destiny but actually happening...
"Ignis." A hungry whisper.