[ he's definitely magnificent when he comes, and ignis holds him while he does -- his impeccable uniform and hand stained by mcgillis' release.
it should be gross, it should be, but ignis finds himself not caring like he should, sensation oddly blunted.
mcgillis reaches for him, and ignis practically finds himself melting in his arms, needing a few moments to recover and taking that chance to dote on him, give mcgillis the comfort that he seeks, arms coming around him in an intimate embrace.
he looks down at him at those last words, unable to help a bittersweet, knowing feeling that permeates beyond the dream, the strange, unsettling knowledge that this isn't real, somehow. ]
Just for now. For here.
[ maybe that's the only thing that matters. he smiles, kisses the side of his mouth briefly. ]
Things will be different outside.
[ ...outside? outside where? ignis can't grasp it just yet, but he's unbuttoning his own coat at last, primly shedding it to set it on the chair. beneath the coat is a black button-up shirt instead of white, and he hums softly (strange, he doesn't feel sticky).
although if it's just for now and for here, maybe it wouldn't hurt to throw caution to the wind, to seize the moment honestly. his hand comes up to curl in mcgillis' hair, cradling him, almost. ]
But I've never wanted anyone the way I want you, even so. Be mine.
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it should be gross, it should be, but ignis finds himself not caring like he should, sensation oddly blunted.
mcgillis reaches for him, and ignis practically finds himself melting in his arms, needing a few moments to recover and taking that chance to dote on him, give mcgillis the comfort that he seeks, arms coming around him in an intimate embrace.
he looks down at him at those last words, unable to help a bittersweet, knowing feeling that permeates beyond the dream, the strange, unsettling knowledge that this isn't real, somehow. ]
Just for now. For here.
[ maybe that's the only thing that matters. he smiles, kisses the side of his mouth briefly. ]
Things will be different outside.
[ ...outside? outside where? ignis can't grasp it just yet, but he's unbuttoning his own coat at last, primly shedding it to set it on the chair. beneath the coat is a black button-up shirt instead of white, and he hums softly (strange, he doesn't feel sticky).
although if it's just for now and for here, maybe it wouldn't hurt to throw caution to the wind, to seize the moment honestly. his hand comes up to curl in mcgillis' hair, cradling him, almost. ]
But I've never wanted anyone the way I want you, even so. Be mine.
[ things will be different outside. ]