fieryknowledge | To have and to hold, in case you get cold-

To have and to hold, in case you get cold-

Insomnia was white under the newly fallen snow. The soft blanket of white covered the still ruined parts of the city, lending it a peaceful air, but around the Citadel, life was teeming once again. The Citadel proper had been repaired and the buildings around it were well on their way as well. Once the people had heard the the Chosen King had won and returned to them, they started to flock back to the city, bringing life and joy with them, as well as calloused hands and the willingness to help rebuild.

For Ignis, it'd been difficult. For the first month, he'd hold his breath each night, watching until the sun rose again as if he expected it to just vanish. It wasn't that he didn't have faith in his beloved King. It was simply too many years spent in the dark. Too many memories better left in that same dark. Too much pain.

Now that there was life in the city again and he knew it was good and permanent and safe, he settled into a routine as was his nature. Up before dawn and while he'd claim it was still to do things for his liege, anyone that really knew him knew that he would be looking for the dawn, even a year later. Now was no different. He'd risen before the sun and once it was up, he'd gone about his day. Meetings with the council that he now headed in Noct's absence, or working on helping the rebuilding efforts with Cor and the like. Each night, he returned to his new rooms in the Citadel, looking to curl up in Gladio's arms and sleep, praying there would be no nightmares to plague them in their sleep.

Tonight, while the snow fell silent around the city, Ignis found himself getting back home earlier than expected. Everyone was in fine spirits thanks to the weather and once he realized that there would be no real work for any of them, he called off the late council meeting and made his way back home, sure that Gladio wouldn't be there for a while since he knew his love liked to train in the evening. That left him plenty of time to cook something nice for both of them instead of the quick meals he'd grown used to whipping up for the last few months.

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His sister's happy yammering ("It took you guys FOREVER!") Only serves to make Gladio laugh, smile back on his face as she describes how hilariously disgruntled Cor had been about Gladio hanging up on him, The Marshal offering begrudging (Only for the slight, not the occasion) congratulations to the both of them from the background. It takes a good ten minutes to get off the phone, citing that he can't keep his Fiance waiting before he is able to go. Iris informs him that they will certainly be celebrating after the formal dinner tommrow.

Gods does this feel good. When Gladio walks in he can't help but feel his heart bursting with happiness, and he settles next to the other on the bed, one hand going through Ignis hair as he leans in to kiss him, cold skin already warming back up.

"She's so damn excited for us, Iggy." He says, love in his eyes even as he undoes his boots, settling in a little more comfortable, trying to make the scene comfortable as well, because that was the only way Ignis can be in the state of mind Gladio wants him in. This isn't a punishment, it never is, just a way to make him let go of everything he needs to.

"And so am I. I know it won't change much, but it's what we need." Gladio has his love, deeply and immeasurable, but this just feels like the smallest last step to go with it.

Still smiling, he trails his hand down his lover's back, gently stroking over his spine, all the way down to his tailbone. Ready to focus on this now. "Let's keep your color green, okay Ignis? You tell me if it changes." As usual, yellow if it starts to get too much and they need to readjust, or red if Gladio needs to stop on a dime. It's the easiest way for this to go, because sometimes Gladio is just moving too fast, and Ignis can warn him without having to pull the plug.

He couldn't help but shoot him a sidelong glance, a faint smile teasing at his lips. Oh, he expected Iris to be thrilled and if he knew her, he knew that Gladio would be in for a world of hurt once she got her hand into helping plan things. It could be a disaster but in the end, it would be just right for them. Just wait until Noctis found out. They could conspire about wedding plans together.

The glide of a warm hand along his back made that smile inch up a bit more as he nodded his agreement, absently leaning into that touch. Not many knew it, but the adviser enjoyed physical contact and craved it from those he loved and trusted, Iris, Prompto and Noctis included much to the King's chagrin at times.

"I will."

Settling them both in, Gladio looks his lover over, feeling him arch into the touch of his hand looking for contact. Instead of taking it away he continues to give it, even as he finally stands up off the bed, indicating that he was nearly ready to take Ignis mind apart and put the King's advisor back together again, all his stress released.

"You just tell me if it changes, babe." He murmmrrs, slow and warm as he finally gets into the right mindset himself, ignoring the growing feeling of arousal and the thought of anything outside this room to put him there.

"I'm gonna take everything off you, piece by piece, button by button. Give your pretty little ass a lovetap for each one." His voice is soothing and low again, loving and warm both, even while telling him, not asking if it was okay. He knew it was what Ignis needed. "By the end of it you'll be hard and needy for me just the way I like, and I'll give you what you crave the most then."

Gladio leans in, pressing a kiss to the top of Ignis head as his hand finally stops to caress the firm flesh of his ass. Caress, then pull back, and after he reaches around to undo the top button on that high collar, he brings it back down on him with an open handed smack.

The leather of his glove turns the noise into a loud, satisfying crack.

Hearing Gladio's plan for him made Ignis ache, the catch in his breath a clear sign of just how eager he was to be taken apart. It was all too easy to let his eyes close as he tried to sink back into that headspace that he knew would bring him a modicum of peace. It was never easy to let himself go, even if he knew that Gladio was there to keep him safe so when that first strike came, he answered with a sharp hiss and newly tensed muscles as his nerves prickled up with protest.

There was no move to shift away from that stinging contact, though. Not when he knew that it was what he needed.

Once the first strike had been delivered, Gladio keptbhis hand over the spot, murmmering soothing words to his lover to try and get him to relax again. He leans into kiss him, knowing that it is a good distraction from all their years together, but at the same time he allows his thumb to press into and stroke over irritated and pinkening skin. A distraction his lover needs, yes, but also a reminder that this is what is going on, what Gladio was doing to him.

Once he's satisfied that Ignis is settling properly, another button comes undone. His hand comes down again, close to the same spot but not overlapping yet. The third and the fourth ones go much the same on his other asscheek, with almost a minute in between of Gladio soothing his lover before the next strike, helping him get into it.

His skin was a constant sting now, the flesh warm and clearly irritated. The quiet protests had died off already, each strike met with nothing more than a soft gasp or soon enough, a shaky sigh that ended up ghosting against Gladio's lips. His heartbeat had already picked up the pace as his body worked to adjust to the flickers of pain, but don't think parts of him hadn't taken notice of the situation. His cock was already on its way to hardening.

Ignis let's go of his protests thankfully quickly, and Gladio murmmers his approval to the man, sitting on the side of the bed so he can reach his shirt and continue to spank him at the same time. It also allows him to place those kisses on his mouth, to get a good look at his lover- How his pupils diliate with pleasure and pain bloom, even in the flush on his skin.

"There you go Iggy, uou just let it all out. I've got you." He says, getting those last two buttons of his shirt undone, and then his hand comes down twice in quick succession, sudden and with only that little bit of warning.

The last two strikes pulled a low grunt from Ignis as he felt the pain slowly starting to edge into pleasure. When he was young and first discovering that side of him, he had thought he was broken, that something was wrong with him. It had taken time and patience for him to learn, with Gladio's help, that there was nothing wrong with him. That was the reason why there was no hesitation to let Gladio see that side of him.

Slim fingers tightened in the blanket he was kneeling on as he slowly let his head drop, breaking a bit of the contact between himself and Gladio. It wasn't avoidance, really. It was simply a way for him to ease his way into the headspace that would bring him relief in time.

Ignis is quiet and Gladio does not mind, knowing that was how the other just was. It took a lot more than just getting him to submit, and he loves those few breathy and catches noises as much as he loves it when Ignis can't hold back voicing himself.

He can see Ignis' cock hardening with interest, but now isn't the time to touch quite yet. He presses his mouth to the top of his head again before standing, moving behind Ignis now. They have always done this in a certain way, and he knows the little stages of it where Ignis needs to be touched softly and lovingly, or when he needs Gladio to be purely focused on spanking him.

Another crack of his hand hits his ass, layering them over each other now to blur pleasure and pain. He undoes the shirt garter on one side and spanks the other for each clip that needs to come off, less time between hard smacks this time that net him neatly eight in a row, four for each garter as he tosses then off to the side of the bed.

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This time, there's a low, quiet groan that he couldn't quite hold back even if he wanted to. He knew better, really. Gladio had long since learned how to listen in for his tells and he had a suspicion that each noise the Shield could pull from him was a small victory.

Teeth sink into his lower lip as he absently let himself lean back into the strikes, breath catching at the last one. His skin felt like it was burning now, nerves alight and pinging.

"That's it, babe." Gladio murmmered, smile on his lips and he leaves his hand where it is, massaging sore flesh gently, petting over him after that quick series of spanking. He lets that stay for a bit as he moves behind the other, inserting his large fame against him to lean on. His knees have settled outside his legs, knowing that makes him feel even bigger than usual behind him.

"I know you like it when I make you feel good like this, so you just share that with those pretty little noises, alright?"

His free hand comes down now to slide over a hip as he coaxes his lover into kiss, gloved hand sliding down to find Ignis' hardening arousal, stroking him gently.

It was all too easy to let himself lean up and back, pressing back against Gladio's sturdy frame. The kiss was a natural progression of that contact, leaving him groaning into Gladio's mouth as he felt warm leather close around his cock. Instinct pushed him toward canting his hips against those knowing fingers but this wasn't his scene to run. Sure, it was for his benefit, but he didn't want to push Gladio and tempt a punishment even if he could withstand one.

He broke the kiss with a gasp as he let his head tip back to rest against Gladio's shoulder, baring his neck as he fought to keep still. Still trying his best to keep some control over himself and the situation.

Close. He can tell Ignis is almost there, still holding back. Maybe he needs a little but if encouragement, and we'll, is that not what Gladio's role was in all of this?

"Don't hold back Iggy. This is all for you." He encourages, kissing down his neck, teeth sinking into soft flesh to bruise it. Claiming, marking, showing that Ignis is loved and wanted and his all his, and in fact Gladio is only and always his back.

And all of this at Once- Hand on his cock, mouth on his throat, it is a lot. But Gladio wants Ignis to drown in it, and once more the hand on his ass pulls away and comes back, the hard crack of his palm against his skin felt in a ripple of exploding pleasure and pain.

Teeth at his throat always led to bliss and he couldn't help but whimper at the feel of it. It hurt, but oh, it was wonderful. In the back of his mind, he knew that there'd be a bruise to hide in the morning and he'd likely be grumpy at Gladio for giving it to him, but right then, it just helped to push him closer to that spot in his head where he could just be.

The fresh pain along the skin of his ass did it. He writhed against Gladio, moaning wantonly as his body begged for more.

"... make it hurt, love. Please."

Fuck. Hearing Ignis demand-no, beg him for more does things to Gladio that are indescribable. He growls softly against his lover, hand on Ignis' cock working little faster, paying special attention to the top before he has to pull away.

"You got it." He says, low and nearly a groan himself, and both of his hands are needed to undo those cufflinks because for how hot and bothered he was himself, each one undone giving Ignis a moment to recognize what that meant for him, followed by the rush of how Gladio's hand struck him. One for each cufflink, the suspenders two buttons, one for each of the upper straps on his arm, and when Gladio leans back and yanks that shirt off of his lover, completely naked now, he's hit with the hardest one yet that cracks enough to make Gladio nearly wince.

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By the time Gladio's done baring him to the cooler air in the bedroom, his skin is flushed and dotted with sweat. A sharp moan shuddered out of him before the last swat echoed into silence and right then, there was no more conscious thought left in Ignis. All that remained was a creature of need, eager and willing to do what was asked of him as long as his lover kept him there in that white noise filled headspace.

Head hanging, the moan faded away and left Ignis panting as his nerves sang Gladio's praises and his dick throbbed, the tip beading up with a pearl of liquid. This was the Ignis that only Gladio saw and while he'd usually be mortified if he realized how he looked, he was too far gone to care.

Ignis doesn't need to worry about how he looks like this; Moments like this are sacred and private, only for them. Gladio however thinks he is absolutely beautiful, this private person his love is showing him this side of him.

"So good, Iggy." He purrs, stroking over his skin. Red to the point he may need to use a potion, or he may not be able to sit down tomorrow. "You did very good, babe. Lay down for me now, okay?"

As he does he nudges Ignis to his side, soIgnis can watch him undress as well before sliding in behind the other. He kisses along his shoulder with a low, pleased moan, and his free hand curls back around his cock. He will give his lover what he needs, working him up over and then past the edge.

The praise earned Gladio a happy noise from Ignis. For most of his life, he hadn't received much praise and when he did, he had a habit of brushing it off. After all, he felt he was just doing his job. Why would he need to be praised for it when just doing the job so well was reward enough in his eyes. Gladio had shown him that there was a side of him that craved praise and each time, it rarely failed to get some kind of response from the usually taciturn adviser when he was in private with his love.

Ignis' nerves lit up when Gladio slid in behind him and part of him wanted to inch away while another large chunk of him wanted to press his hips back, set that flickering flame under his skin to a full-blown inferno along his nerves. He was far enough gone now that the pain, while still registering in his mind, melted almost instantly into a blissful pleasure.

Gloved hand on his cock, Ignis is leaking so liberaly that the glide of leather over him is smooth and easy. He knows the other won't last long like this in his blissed and submissive headspace, but Gladio still has a duty to give him what he wants. What he needs right now.

"Talk to me baby. What's your color at?" He murmmers into his ear, and waits for a reply. He needs to know if he wants to continue on. It's the check in part of sex, not something exactly sexy, but Gladio always does it, loathing the though of pushing Ignis into the wrong headspace. It is a pretty thin line they walk, after all.

"If you're good and ready for it, I can fill your pretty and sore behind with my cock, Iggy. That's what you want tonight, isn't it?"

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Why were there questions being asked of him? Words were something that Ignis might not even be capable of at the moment thanks to Gladio's skillful touch. As it was, they barely registered in the back of Ignis' brain as he let his hips shift restlessly to match Gladio's pace. He managed a shaky nod, a hand waving idly as if to let Gladio know that he was fine.

Gladio checking to see how he was doing just made it all the better for Ignis. Once he'd learned that he could trust Gladio in such moments, that he truly had his well being and pleasure in mind, he was finally able to let himself go with his lover.

It's too hard of a task for Ignis to respond to him right now, so Gladio uses his own judgement. It's a rare thing that Ignis melted past the point of coherence, but now that they were there Gladio isn't one to half ass the process.

Ignis hips buck back into him in a needy way, and Gladio shifts to make it better for him. His free hand squeezes one of the freshly spanked cheeks of Ignis' was before he opens the other up, so that Gladio's thick, hard cock can rut up in the cleft of his ass, against him as Ignis fucks himself between that hand and his cock. He murmmers soothing words of love and want to the other, Ignis too far gone to understand, but a promise to be inside him soon.

A promise he words on as his hand not on his cock comes up to that pretty mouth, pressing leather tipped fingers to Ignis' lips. Inviting him to bite at the tips, to help pull leather odd so Gladio can slick his fingers up and start stretching him open.

The warm leather against his lips earned a quick grumble of displeasure. That wasn't what he wanted, damn it. He wanted skin and the leather, as nice as it smelled, was keeping him from it. Growling under his breath, he leaned in to let his lips wrap around the leather covered fingers, giving them a pointed suck as if to say 'look at what you could be getting instead" before he pulled back just enough to nip the offending material away and off of Gladio's fingers.

Fuck. Ignis is being demandingly hot right now in this state, and Gladio's first thought is to smack him across the ass again to get him to behave- But why should he? Ignis did such a good job sinking into the headspace to enjoy this, why shouldn't Gladio give him what he wants?

"Mm, not enough for you right now, huh?" He says, not expecting a verbal reply, but his now free hand cards through blond hair, messing it up a bit even as he enjoys it. "That's fine, I've got something bigger you can put in that smart mouth yours while I work you open. It'll keep you nice and busy."

Pulling away from Ignis, Gladio manhandled him a bit to push the other from his side to his stomach, sitting up so Ignis can have his head in his lap. The gloved hand that had been stroking the blonds cock now holds the base of his own instead, and he presses the head of it to those pretty lips a little roughly.

Smearing the precome he had been leaking against that pretty face, Gladio growls a little as well, want showing in being a bit forceful now. Yet at the same time, cool lubricant covered fingers slip between the cheeks of Ignis spanked was, rubbing against his entrance.

"Time to take care of me now kitten. You want me to feel good too before I fuck you into oblivion, don't you?"

There was a disgruntled grumble from Ignis as he was moved and don't think he didn't end up cursing under his breath about it. For a moment, he settled his teeth against the head of Gladio's cock in a mock threat even as the richness of his precome flooded his senses.

Another grumble, then he fell silent as he sighed at the feel of cool fingers teasing at his entrance. This time, when his lips parted, it wasn't to offer up complaints. A quick swipe of his tongue along the broad head and he let his lips close around Gladio, already starting that slow glide down his cock.

Naughty, greedy little thing. Gladio chuckles out loud at the threat of teeth on his cock, once again debating spanking, but he doesn't want to overdo it. Ignis is soon on board with the plan anyway, licking up the mess of precum from him, that hot pretty mouth sucking him down.

Gladio groans in pleasure, always one to enjoy being in Ignis' mouth. He handled the thickness of his cock with ease. Gladio's hips shift a little fearlessly, and he pushes forward just a bit into his mouth, knowing Ignis can take it.

"There you go, that's my Iggy." He sighs, and two fingers work inside of him, stretching that ring of muscle open to take his cock. Right now it is all pleasure in all ways he can give it, because once Gladio starts fucking the other, he knows the pain of his hips hitting against his sore ass, the pain will be hard but exquisite.

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