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[ ignis laughs softly, a light, happy sound -- it is gladio that draws out the best in him, his humour and playfulness so compatible with his own. ignis is falling in love with him, drawn to how gladio completes him in so many ways. they might have their disagreements, but there was never a doubt that they wouldn't have each other's backs.

he gasps sharply when he feels him tug gently, and that tease earns him a swat to the shoulder when he realises that gladio isn't going through with removing the plug.

he's rolling his hips against him, so very aroused even through the apron as he responds deftly, ]

I must say, I'm not a fan of your newfound love of shirts.

[ he's smirking playfully, reaching between them to slip his hand into the waistband of his pants, wrapping his fingers around the thick, full girth of him playfully. ]

You're free to do the filthiest thing you can imagine with me, Gladio.

[He just smirks at the swat on his shoulder because he knows why it came. He can feel how aroused he already is, probably from prepping himself when he was using the plug.]

I could be wearing them so that you can rip them off of me, [Gladio whispers in Ignis' ear before setting him down on the sofa. It's wide enough for Gladio to push Ignis to lie down sidewise after tossing some pillows up and out of the way, to make some space. Unfortunately, it means that Ignis has to let go of him, but there will be time for that.

Right now, he's ought to return the favor for the time Ignis did most of the work.]

Is that the gift? Me being allowed to do whatever I want to you? [he asks huskily, breath ghosting over Ignis' neck, while his hand now properly pulls out the plug to thrust it back in as far as it can reach, changing the angle of the tip a little.]

Is that right?

[ he's practically purring that, low and dangerous, because don't give him ideas, buddy. he's already incredibly creative with it. but he settles onto the sofa with a soft sigh, then pulls gladio eagerly in with him, loathe to have the glorious, wonderful man apart from him for any length of time.

he squirms when gladio pulls it out, thrusting it in, gasping a soft, soft moan of pleasure as his gaze clouds over. honestly, gladio knows just how to please him, to draw out the most intense sensations. he reaches up to press kisses over his jaw, his cheek, everywhere he can reach as he shivers with delight and anticipation. ]

Yes. Yes -- with me. Unwrap me any way you like, birthday boy. Let me pleasure you.

You did like to slice them up during our training, [Gladio happily points out. He wouldn't have worn them but it was an obligatory code of conduct or some shit.

The apron Ignis is wearing will remain where it is- Gladio is not making a move to remove it nor will he allow Ignis to do it either. He's not sure why he finds it so attractive like this, honestly, but it makes Gladio want to ravish him. His teeth and lips find a nipple as he moves down Ignis' chest, keeping the slow pace up with that plug.]

I didn't get to suck you off yet, [Gladio mumbles, more to himself as he sits up and nudges the apron up. One of his fingers run on the underside of Ignis' cock, stopping at the tip to tease, keeping everything light but not completely satisfying. He grins up at him,] What do you think?

[ is he -- is he really going to keep the apron on?

ignis' brows raise in surprise and amusement at the same time, shivering with delight when as he moves the cloth aside to find his nipples, his chest, the plug just about driving him mad with how slow he's doing it.

ignis is squirming, trying to get closer to him -- as much as he likes that plug, the tempting notion of gladio's cock makes that plug a teasingly unsatisfactory toy. his dick twitches then, and he looks down at him breathlessly, cheeks flushed at how he's practically tenting that apron with how hard he is. ]

I -- I'd like that.

[Yes, yes he is. And it's apron now, in other situations he'll keep other clothes on. Especially if Ignis is wearing a suit. Seeing him all messy in it will be a delight.

Ignis has no right to complain about the speed of things and how Gladio's going- after all, he did say this was a present for him. So he's going to fully enjoy it. Starting with-

wrapping his lips around the tip, teasing it with his tongue, and Gladio doesn't delay much from taking him all the way in his mouth. Well, as far as he can get, but it's proving not to be a problem for now. The hand that's not toying around with the plug holds the base firmly, finger rubbing up on the underside, then traveling lower, giving his balls gentle attention, and massage in the rhythm and pace he's made. He doesn't want to rush it, his eyes peer up briefly because he wants to see that expression, and hear Ignis' sweet voice.]

[ gladio is, by all counts, an incredible lover.

his hands come down to cradle the back of his head, fingers curling into his hair as he urges him on, shamelessly encouraging. his desire for him is obvious in the way he looks at him, when he jerks his hips upward to take, to feel that hot, hot wetness of gladio's mouth. he pushes inside of him, shivering with every time he teases that plug inside of him. goodness, but he's enthralled by how gladio just knows every inch of his body.

he's rocking into him, helplessly drawn to just how skilled gladio is; his lover is excellent as he meets his eyes, his own dark and hungry and full of need. gladio is the only person he's thinking of, the center of his world as he gently tries to fuck that mouth. ]

Gladio, oh -- your mouth feels so good...

[ and ignis is smitten, completely, his balls tightening with pleasure. his words are breathless, ragged as he eagerly presses into his mouth, his hands, anywhere he can reach him. he gently tugs on his hair now, fond and full of affection. ]

You're going to make me come far too quickly --

[Maybe he should let him come. Or maybe he could also be a jerk and stop, let him wind down before riling him up again to the point of bursting. The fingers in his hair feel too good to just let go and pull away though so it's a hard decision to make.

So he lets Ignis "decide"- he takes him all the way in his mouth, or as far as he can, hums and loosens his grip on Ignis' hips and away from the plug. With that grip on his hair he has, Ignis can tug his head away, roughly or gently, whichever he wants, or, he can also grip it and keep him in place to fuck his mouth until he's reached his peak.

Gladio will gleefully do whatever Ignis wants. And he will have one day Ignis fuck his mouth, if he doesn't have him do it right now. He's always loved the dangerous, rough side of Ignis, the one that easily threatens people and throws them on their knees in front of him.]

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