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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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The ease with which he let himself go so deep into that space was simply a reflection of how much he'd been stressed as of late. So many things needing his time and attention and so many people wanting his opinions or his answer. He wanted... no, needed a day off, or at least a night so when Gladio so kindly offered, he couldn't deny that he needed it. He needed the break to the point that it was all too easy to let himself slip into that eager to please mindset that his usual self made Gladio work for.

Most of the time, Ignis didn't mind Gladio's tendency to chatter during sex. Sure, he might harass him about it from time to time (all in good humor), but they both knew that the slim man found Gladio's voice both soothing as well as arousing when he wanted it to be and now was no different. Even when he was in his right mind, hearing Gladio's coarse language during such intimacies always fanned Ignis' lust a bit brighter. Groaning his approval, he reached up just enough to let his nail drag along Gladio's thigh, leaving pink welts in their wake.

That groan vibrates through his cock in a way that makes Gladio hiss, pleased and wanting at the same time. His eyes darken and his fingers tighten in Ignis' hair, and this time instead of letting the other take him in nice and easily he goes so much further.

Those pretty lips stretch wide over the head of his cock, which he admires for a moment before gently pushing his head down. Easing the other to take more in, ending up back to where he was with about half of that thick cock in his mouth. Gladio sighs out his pleasure, making sure to keep up the way he works Ignis open before he drags that pretty face down to take his whole cock in, down his lover's throat and his lips buried at the base of his cock.

"That's it, leave all the marks you want on me." He growls, and a moment later a third finger is pushing into Ignis' ass, even as he leaves the other there to swallow around the whole of his cock. leaving Ignis there just as filled with as much of him as possible, the promise of being completly and totally filled, filled with Gladio, almost there.

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There's no more noise from Ignis as he does his best to relax at both ends. Instead, both hands clench down on Gladio's thighs, blunt nails biting hard into the firm muscles there as the only protest he can give. The first few times he'd let Gladio go so far in his mouth had left him panicked and backing out of it but in time, he'd learned to relax. It was a clear sign of just how much he trusted Gladio to be observant to any discomfort when he couldn't voice it.

There's a bit of a thrill in the faint, instinctive fear that came with the thought of being unable to breathe. Add on the fresh pressure of another finger in his ass and the shiver that crawls along his skin at the timber of Gladio's voice and all that wrapped up into a tight little ball of pleasure knotting up his gut. He tried to wait it out, swallowing around Gladio's thick length, but he couldn't. A few moments later, a few sucks later and his hand flattens out, tapping Gladio on the thigh to let him know that there was something he wanted.

They have been doing this for so long that Gladio knows exactly what Ignis can take, can hold on for. He enjoys the feeling of being fully in the man's mouth and throat, sucking hard and swallowing around his length as he fucks Ignis with his fingers. The sight is so damn gorgeous he wonders why he has not had more of it before- But it is all for Ignis needs right now, to let him enjoy thoughtlessly as Gladio took care of his sexual needs.

When he feels that tapping on his thighs, he slowly starts tobler Ignis up, easy and knowing how much time he has until the lack of breath becomes a problem from their long years together. For that reason there is no need to rush, and he slips all the way out of that pretty mouth so that his cock falls against his lips, giving him a moment for air.

"You are so damn gorgeous, Iggy." He sighs out, wanting so badly, but needing some more long moments to work those fingers into him. "Did it feel good to take my cock all the way down like that? Let's do it one more time, get me nice and slick so I can Fuck you the way you deserve."

And once more, firm and in control, Ignis knowing that all he has to do is trust in Gladio to have control over things. Over himself as he slips into that pretty mouth one more time and down his throat, never making the blond choke despite how large his cock is, thanks to both of their skill.

A faint tension inched up Ignis' back as Gladio's cock pressed between his lips again and when the hands released their grip on Gladio's thighs, they settled flat against the skin there, fingers tense to the point of almost shaking. He knew he could take it and he hadn't hesitated, but there was something flickering down in his chest that almost made him shift back.

He didn't though. Gladio had given him this much. He could give back. He would give back even if his brain was starting to pull back away from that pleasant headspace he'd buried himself in. Instead of signaling his lover that the situation might be changing, he remained as he was, lips wrapped around the base of Gladio's cock, his throat closing around that heavy length while Ignis waited.

Stretching Ignis out for him with three fingers now, the other is pliant and willing for him instead of tight and tense, ready to take his cock. Gladio knows it takes a damn long time to be ready for him even after years together, so he always at least tries to make it interesting. With the other in the mood he was in. Being reminded that he was controlled, owned by Gladio right now was the way to go, or at least he thought it was.

The trembling of his hands he misinterprets to Ignis' need, but as usual he doesn't push the man beyond the limits that are hard set for them, bringing him back up before it starts to be too much. By the time he's leaving Ignis' mouth the other would just start to feel the need for air, and Gladio's hands in his hair pet through instead of hold tight.

"You're so damn good to me," He sighs, not one to hold back his affections. He leans down to share a long kiss with the man, then pulls back to settle onto the bed next to him. "You ready to have me, Iggy?"

There was a protest there, hands flexed as they shifted to let Gladio know that he was close to his limit when his airway was free and the hand in his hair shifted into something gentle and coaxing. It was praise given physical form and Ignis drank it up like a flower seeking sunlight.

When Gladio drew him in for a kiss, he let himself sink into it, his body pliant again as he let himself groan roughly into the kiss. He'd likely have a sore throat later on, but at the moment, it lent his voice a rougher quality than usual. It took a moment for him to realize that Gladio was asking him something but when he did, he let his gaze drift up, the green in his eyes hazy as he silently gave his answer.

Beautiful. Gladio sighs out his approval as his hands slide over Ignis' body, gentle touches after being so rough with him, love and praise and showing want. That Gladio needs, wants him is something they both know, but it is something he is always glad to show his love during sex, even when it is the kind that he is in control of.

His eyes meet the man's own and he smiles back, moving over the other to settle in. He is over Ignis now, the knees settling inside between his fiance' s own. He presses a kiss to the back of his neck, down his spine as strong hands find and grip Ignis' slim hips, and with the strength that is always beneath the surface of his touch gets his lover to arch his spine and his knees under him.

That strength they both know so well, from fighting to protect to rough as he picks up Ignis to fuck him against the wall and legs around him. For right now he just uses it to position him on his knees. Gladio lets Ignis keep his torso on the warm and comfortable sheets if he wants, knowing they were both aware that they were going into this with the intent to fuck the man through the mattress.

"All yours, babe " he purrs, and one hand holds the base of his cock , and the other parting the cheeks of his ass to get to his entrance. Ignis' skin is all flushed from a light pink to a dark angry red in places Gladio's hand had come down on over and over again, and he knows even just the lightest touch is exquisite in the pain and pleasures. After what seems like a few long moments he finally sinks deep into the other, slow but unrelenting, wanting Ignis to feel him all the way through his very soul as he takes Gladio's cock in.

It was a position he knew well and a private favorite of his. Oh, don't think he didn't love seeing his lover's handsome face during such intimate moments, but there was something real and visceral about the feel of that warm, firm body behind his, strong chest pressed to his back as their bodies surged toward mutual pleasure.

Fresh pressure on the abraded skin of his ass left Ignis groaning as he writhed against the touch, shifting enough that the head of Gladio's cock dragged along his loosened entrance enough to allow a quick dip in. It was a torturous tease and one that Ignis would've voice protest to if Gladio hadn't taken mercy on him and started that slow, steady press into his willing body. Even with the prep, it still hurt a bit. It was a good hurt, though. It was the heady burn of muscles pushing just past their limit when the mind knew that the result would be so very worth it.

Ignis absently found himself pressing further back, instinct pushing him to egg Gladio on until the bog man finally settled into place, completely sheathed inside Ignis' more than willing body. The slim man was left panting, back arched as he worked to adjust to his body's desires and Gladio's demands.

When he slips over Ignis and dips into him, a teasing accident as the other bucks underneath him at the pain and pleasure, Gladio makes note of the needy reaction from the other, filing it away for a time where he can tease Ignis without breaking his mood. For now Ignis did so well he deserves and gets every thing he wants, and those soft noises, panting breath and little more show him the right way. Gladio is very attuned to his lover's needs even while quiet, and even as he adjusts Gladio is pulling back, savoring the drag of his cock inside the other as he pushes back in at that same pace.

Steady, rewarding and strong, Gladio sets to be a constant for his lover. The pleasure of this might be overwhelming, but even as he groans at how good it feels he moves steadily for now, allowing the pleasure for the both of them to come easily and happily.

"You feel perfect, babe." Gladio grunts out, thrusts long and eager and each time completely sheathed into Ignis, to the point where his heavy balls smack softly underneath his entrance. Gladio knows after long years together how to make this pleasure practically hypnotising, so that all Ignis' overworked brain has to think of is enjoying it."Fuck, you take my cock so good-" And he cuts himself off with a moan of his own, enjoying it.

The glide was electric, the reawakened nerves in his still red skin sizzling with each second of contact. The mix was heady, addicting and something that Ignis craved though he'd never admit it. Even deeper was the knowledge that Ignis held power in his submission. Even now, back arched like a taut bowstring for his lover's pleasure, he held the power, though Gladio commanded the scene.

That was something just as heady.

Groaning his approval, Ignis shifted again, his hands clenching in the mussed sheets of their bed. Each motion was a desperate plea for more and harder and now. Teeth gritted, he surged back, relishing the way his nerves sang as he helped Gladio bottom out once again.

Ignis always held the power in these scenes. Sure, Gladio was the one who could relieve his stress and tension, was the person who knew him best, but the man despite his large tattooed appearance was as gentle as could be when that was what Ignis needed. Ignis always decided how these scenes went, what role Gladio played even if that was communicated without words. They knew each other so well to get what they wanted, needed out of each other.

"That's right babe, let me hear more of those pretty noises." He coaxes, seeking the signs of a need for more and giving it. His hips snap forward at a harder pace and his hands tighten on those slim hips, knowing they will be bruised from how roughly Gladio holds onto them later. He savors fucking into the other's soft and pliant body before leaning over Ignis' back, the heat from his body, sweat from the effort into this making him so damn warm against him.

Very few people truly knew how gentle Gladio could be. His family, of course, and Noctis and Ignis, but anyone that saw the muscles and ink and his demeanor always seemed to expect a brute, good for nothing more than his muscles. Even Cor knew better. Gladio had always been so much more than his build (though that was a pleasant thing as well, in Ignis' mind) and Ignis felt lucky to get to see that side of him so often.

The thrusts were vicious now and just what Ignis craved. Each push into his needy body canted him forward a bit, the sound of skin against skin a quick counterpoint to Ignis' moaning and Gladio's low encouragement. For a moment, Ignis pushed up, rising up onto his hands only to feel Gladio settle low atop him, his chest flush against Ignis' back and Ignis couldn't help but push up even more, plastering himself against all that warm, inked skin.

He would've kept going like this all night if he could, body open and willing and mind sweetly blank, but his body was already close to its breaking point. A familiar knot tightened in his gut and between his legs and even in his current mindset, he knew that for what it was. He was close, painfully close and there was a low whine of disappointment as he tried to hold it off for a few more seconds.

Ignis pushes himself up so they can be as close as possible, and Gladio can't help the moan that escapes from him at that arm sliding around the man's chest to keep him that way, locked against him as he fucks the other hard and fast like he needs.

Like Ignis needs, to the point where the other could come without Gladio jerking him off when they are in this kind of headspace, and it drives the both of them higher up to let it happen this way. It's so damn good but Ignis is whining underneath him, needing a little bit longer, just so close-

Even Gladio can feel it, balls heavy and tightening and feeling ready to burst, but he keeps his wit about him and pushes in deep to bottom out into Ignis. Changes the pace so that he is holding himself inside him for just a moment longer before pulling out and thrusting back in. The abrupt change of pace hopefully enough to keep Ignis from being disappointed, holding out just that little bit longer despite Gladio pushed hard against his prostate that it feels the best he can. He hopes so, because he isn't going to be able to stop through his lover's orgasm as it comes, because he is chasing the start of his own and each thrust brings him closer and closer there.

It's never enough, but it's always so damned much. Each drag of Gladio's cock over oversensitive nerves was enough to thwart Ignis' will to make it all last longer and when he feels Gladio slowing himself down a bit, he knew it was for him. At least, he would if he could actually think right then.

Still, despite their best efforts, it wasn't long before Ignis arched under Gladio, his head tipping back against Gladio's shoulder as he gasped out something between a warning and what could be his lover's name. It was all he could get out before those quick, breathless words dissolved into a guttural cry, his body going stiff as his climax tore through him. It was something painful in its intensity and for a long moment, he remained still, his body caught up in the white hot pleasure rocketing under his skin.

Slowly, he started to go boneless as the orgasm ebbed, absently relying on his lover to keep him upright even as he left himself open and ready, seeking his love's pleasure as much as he wanted his own.

Ignis, beautiful Ignis. Gladio shudders above him as his lover whines out his name, or part of it before he cries out tensing under him, around him, and Gladio groans out above him, cursing as he continues.

Soon his lover goes limp under him, and Gladio's strong arm holds him up as his thrusts keep going. He knows his lover is sensitive, overwhelmed and the painful pleasure continues. The man is much more noisy as he continues, groans growing louder and turning into rumbling growls and curses, showing he isn't much longer to last.

"Ignis- he gasps out, and that's it, he can't hold on any longer. The shudder that goes through him takes every part of him as pressed deep into his lover he loses himself, coming hard and never once letting go of Ignis, keeping the man as close as he can even wracked with need.

The fresh wash of heat through him pulled another groan from him, this one low and rough. His nerves were starting to protest now, the pleasure overwhelming as Gladio pumped his release into him. Just moments earlier, he'd felt like a string, pulled taut until tension was the only thing that remained. Now, he felt like that string had snapped and left him limp in Gladio's grip.

Already, his body was easing back from it's mindless need of just a few moments earlier. Even now, his body thrumming from his powerful orgasm, there was a disconnect as Ignis slowly started to sink back into himself. It wasn't an uncommon thing for him after something so intense. There was a rough sigh as he slowly let his head hang and in the back of his mind, he slowly started to realize that his hands ached from how hard he'd been clinging to the messy sheets beneath them.

It just took too much effort to loosen the grip his fingers still seemed to have on the soft material.

Gladio keeps hold of him, thighs trembling with the effort and fuck, that had felt so good. Ignis body is just made to take him, and even now as the last bit of his release comes out of him with a shuddering twitch, he holds his lover steady.

"Good job, baby." Gladio pants out, soothing and warm in his voice. He knows he can't just give up and let himself float away on this feeling- This is for Ignis, so he is responsible for his aftercare just as much as everything before. He sighs gently, then leans his body weight into the other, nice and slowly tipping him forward into the sheets, back to where he had been before. "Such a good job. Now relax for me okay? I don't wanna let you go just yet."

When Ignis hips are pressing to the bed finally by Gladio's own, softening cock still inside the man he removes that arm from aroj d him, coaxing those tight grips off of the sheets, fingers fitting into the spaces between them and making him let go not with force, but loving care. He pushes their locked hands up further the bed, and when their fingertips hit the headboard Gladio realizes with a little chuckle that He's fucked his fiance from the end of the bed nearly clear all the way up it.

"Down you go, Iggy. Just lay back for me." Words are used to coax and show his love, and all he has the other laid out underneath him, allowing Gladio to pull out of Ignis' red and beaten ass. It leaves him mournfully empty, but the cool air against skin is probaply the best thing in the last few minutes. "There we go, my love... You always do so well for me."

Ignis can take his time coming back to himself, Gladio will always let him.

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The ache in his hands eased as Gladio coaxed his grip loose only to catch Ignis' slim fingers with his own. Another point of contact to help Ignis ground himself back in the moment and for that, he was grateful. Don't think he didn't mumble a discontent noise when Gladio pulled out of him, though. Sure, the nerves under his still red skin had already started to protest their treatment but he'd rather keep them irritated than let Gladio pull away. He always felt so empty after...

The praise from his lover earned a low moan even as Ignis started to curl in on himself a little, his cheek dragging along the bed as he worked to get his eyes properly open. Even now, fresh in his submission, Ignis always tried to bring himself out of his subspace so quickly when there was no real reason to. Not when Gladio was there and there was nothing else to do.

It's a fifty-fifty chance that Ignis misbehaves a little bit after they were done; So use to others taking up his time that even the moments after orgasm can't be his own without help. Gladio has been with him for so long that he knows how to deal with it however, and the weakened state of being manhandled and fucked into the oblivion of subspace make it much easier to squash that urge.

"My love," Gladio purrs, and settles in to curl around his lover's back, a little space between the front of his hips and Ignis' ass to keep him from hurting, but one large tattooed arm wraps low around the man's trim chest. "Stay with me. I don't want to let you go yet."

A beat, and when Ignis, stubborn and beautiful as ever, seems hesitant to comply, one big hand slides over his throat and holds his chin still again. Effectively scruffing his strong willed sub, knowing that motion plus the way his mouth wanders over the back of Ignis' neck should do the trick.

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There was a soft protest on Ignis' lips when Gladio's presence snuffed it out. A hand settled along his throat, stilling his faint twist and the lips along the back of his neck helped to settle him back down a bit. It took a moment, but soon enough Ignis was settling back down a little, mumbling a soft 'thank you' to his lover even as he let himself inch back against the warmth that his love offered.

Even now, his mind still full of fuzz and white noise, he knew that Gladio had him. If he needed to, he could let himself fall for a little while and his lover would be there to keep him safe and sane. Sighing, he reached up and curled his fingers around Gladio's wrist, just seeking a little more skin to skin contact.

"... 'm not going anywhere."

His husband-to-be finally settles, and since he seeks Gladio out he does come in closer, his body warm as ever and able to keep him from catching a chill. He rumbles soothingly behind him, a strong anchor to the here and now as he just lets Ignis be, to exist in this moment and enjoy the afterglow, of his subspace that offers him so much relief from his duties and stresses.

"I know baby." Gladio sighs out, and instead of holding firm he lets his hand relax, fingers gently petting down his neck to over his shoulder. Down his arm and a hand resting on the small of his back, making sure Ignis doesn't get too tense from the pain. "You did so good and make me feel amazing too. 'M gonna keep You to myself for the rest of the night."

There's a bit of tension there already, but Ignis is still too deep into the afterglow to really feel any pain. Soon enough, that'll change as the brain gets itself going again and nerves start to wake up and realize that the pleasure part of things was at an end. For now, he just let himself bask in it, the feel of warmth and security surrounding him as surely as the scent of his lover, rich earth and spice and something so uniquely Gladio that no one else could replicate it.

The praise made Ignis smile, though a small one at that. Even now, body worn out and strung to the edge of aching thanks to their earlier play, hearing such things from Gladio rarely didn't get some kind of reaction from Ignis.

"All yours."

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