[At this point, McGillis loses control. His softer pants were now sharp cries as Ignis hones in on that weak spot and drives him wild. Pleased was not the right word for it; overwhelmed was closer, overstimulated and bound to come any second now. Though he holds on out of stubbornness, barely managing the words. Crying out, over and over again.]
Ah... ah! Ignis! Y-you... you come first...
[And he starts to howl and it was a little questionable, whether or not someone would notice. McGillis was so unrelentingly loud that he couldn't help himself, pounded into the desk so hard that his poor paperwork flutters to the ground. Not that he particularly cares, digging his heels and his nails into Ignis' back.]
It's good, it's so good... Ignis... I-I don't...
[I don't want to come, and yet he was so close it seemed inevitable. Just a little more, a little more...]
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Ah... ah! Ignis! Y-you... you come first...
[And he starts to howl and it was a little questionable, whether or not someone would notice. McGillis was so unrelentingly loud that he couldn't help himself, pounded into the desk so hard that his poor paperwork flutters to the ground. Not that he particularly cares, digging his heels and his nails into Ignis' back.]
It's good, it's so good... Ignis... I-I don't...
[I don't want to come, and yet he was so close it seemed inevitable. Just a little more, a little more...]