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[ ...yeah, okay, he gets the angry-horny thing now.

ignis glowers at him when mcgillis doesn't give him what he wants, colour high on his cheeks -- and the audacity of skirting around his needy, painfully hard dick...!

every bite and lick, every touch of those fingers makes it worse, inflames already heightened senses, and worse, when he rubs his cheek against his cock and ignis can see that little stripe of pre-come marking him. and yet. ]

I'm going to -- [ kill you -- no, no. that's going to make mcgillis even worse. he takes a breath, squirming defiantly and testing his boundaries anyway, even if a part of him is enjoying this. ] -- please. Please suck me off.

[ and he tugs on his hair, just a little. ]

[Oh, no. He's not getting off that easily. That smile broadens into an outright grin as McGillis lounges on his legs like a throne.]

Going to what? Strangle me, slaughter me, stab me? That's practically foreplay.

[In order words, Ignis had guessed exactly right. He lived with a man who made it his mission to kill him, so what did he care? Running the length of that clever tongue along Ignis' cock, he sucks on the side for a brief moment—his muffled laughter reverberating down the sensitive shaft.]

Do you remember when we first met? When you threw me to the floor... you got me so hard.

[ mcgillis, you know that's really fucked up, right? but ignis takes it in, observing -- although the idea of strangling and maybe stabbing being foreplay to him makes something spark in the depths of his mind. hmmmm.

still, his animal hindbrain is taking over the more rational side with plenty of help from that sinfully gifted mouth. he shudders, arching up into him and feeling the vibration of it down his dick. it twitches in response, more pre-come oozing from the plump head of his dick. gods, but he feels so good. ]

Mmmmn. I was wondering -- what the hell you had inside your pocket.

[ his foot comes to nudge against his side of his rib, an idea coalescing in his head even through the haze of arousal. fuck. just suck his dick already, asshole. ]

I could throw you to the floor again. And this time I could have a knife. [ no stabbing. ]

[What a sweetheart, so willing to indulge his sickest fantasies. But McGillis just shakes his head, wearing one of his softer smiles that Ignis has come to know so well.]

No need for that. I'd much rather you face me fairly, man to man, lance against lance.

[Better practice that way and he just couldn't wrap his head around the image of Ignis wielding violence in so baseless a fashion. It ran contrary to that intellect, to that cleverness and that brilliant mind for strategy, that so defined the advisor in his eyes. And even if he was capable of terrible wrath, all to defend his prince or to avenge him, he knows it's not in his nature.

Not really anyway. This was Ignis, he's quite sure of it, who huffs at him in impatience but otherwise looks so kind—thus he delays no further and starts taking him into his mouth.]

McGillis, I meant --

[ okay, he's going to have to bring it up later in a less sexually-charged moment. the delivery of that notion had definitely been lacking on his end (because even ignis isn't immune to that phenomenon where all that blood rushes down south and impairs some measure of cognitive functions), but the idea of safe, consensual play with knives aren't yet dispelled.

at least, some of it isn't.

he gasps, tipping his head back against the pillows when that hot, wet heat envelops him in his mouth. it's exhilarating, intoxicating still, having such a powerful man between his legs, and he can't drive the softness of those eyes from his mind. ]

Nnngh... your mouth feels so good --

[All that softness disappears, now that he has a dick in his mouth. Aware that Ignis was in great need yet still inclined to prolong the whole affair, he only sucks in the head before guiding it back out. Twirling the tip of his own clever tongue over it, never breaking eye contact, not as a threat but as a promise to make things pleasurable—to satisfy him as no one else could.

Not even Noctis, he thinks to himself.]

And you taste good.

[McGillis mouths over the head, make a small request:]

Will you choke me? With your cock, with your hands... I enjoy all of it.

[ and mcgillis is making pretty damn good on that promise. he doesn't look away, drawn to just how obscenely gorgeous he looks sucking him off, the way his dick disappears into the tight sheath of that mouth.

and so when he makes that request, ignis fulfills it. ]

Of course.

[ his words are gentle, but his movements are firm as he nudges him towards the side of the bed. ] On the floor, and on your knees for me.

[ more than just fulfilling a kink, it also gives ignis much more effective leverage to choke him on his dick and to use his hands for extra stimulation. ] I'm going to give your mouth a good, thorough fucking. You'll wear my bruises on your throat for days.

[There really was no suppressing that fiercely domineering spirit. Ignis may not have been violent in a traditional sense but he was almost violently sexual, extremely aggressive when aroused. Another reason they were so compatible: they saw themselves reflected in each other. As a result, McGillis only pretends to consider the proposal; of course he would agree to it.]

I get to fuck you afterwards.

[...of course he would agree, but it was just like a diplomat to negotiate for better terms.]

Until you scream. Until you feel it for days.

[ he tried his best :( and then mcgillis comes along and up-ends just about every intention to not be domineering because it's just how they are with each other. mcgillis brings out the feral, violently sexual side of him with terrifying ease no matter what he'd asked for earlier, gasoline on the simmering embers of desire. ]

I'd like that very much. [ so much for nice and slow, but they can probably revisit that later. he enjoys what he brings out in the general, and he briefly presses a kiss to his cheek before he helps to rearrange them both, settling on the edge of the bed with his thighs spread.

he strokes his own dick briefly, slick with mcgillis' saliva and his own pre-come, before he's pressing his cock into his mouth. ]

Take it back inside you.

[McGillis nods and, without further delay, assumes his proper place on the floor. He politely refrains from informing Ignis that he had a negative association with this sort of arrangement, that it was often the position his clients preferred as it clearly communicated that they were the customer and he was the whore. But he knows Ignis means well and so puts it out of mind.]

As you like.

[And McGillis takes it, this time all the way in. One deliberate inch at a time, until Ignis hits the back of his throat—flawless, of course, without so much as flinching.

Your orders, he implores Ignis, eyes flickering upward for further instruction.]

[ ignis touches his cheek warmly, affectionately despite the tone. he cups it briefly, perhaps sensing that this might perhaps not be the best position to be in for anyone, much less someone who's had a history like mcgillis'. while not privy to that information, ignis still instinctively reminds him that he's treasured, that he's pleased that mcgillis is taking care of him in this way.

his breath catches when he hits the back of his throat, and ignis murmurs: ]

Good. You're being so good for me right now -- relax for me, mm?

[ soft praises, before he moves in long, slow strokes, pulling out almost fully to push right into him, testing the waters. twice, three times, before his thumbs come down to smooth over the bulge of his throat on either side, pressing gently down on his pulse points briefly. it's not enough to hurt, but enough to be felt, to ache. ]

Pinch my thigh if you want me to stop.

[McGillis reacts with instinctual submission to the touch on his cheek, nearly going slack before recalling there was a serious task at hand. Quite a big task, as well, which McGillis shifts said hand to grip whenever it leaves his mouth with a pop. He ebbs and flows with each push and pull, mouth gliding on and off in a natural rhythm, and he responds well to the initial press.

A placid blink seems to substitute for keep going in absence of speech, coupled by a calm look. A rare reflection of obedience.]

[ that's... actually quite adorable. he makes note of that the next time he needs to tame the beast, and when mcgillis responds well, he goes harder, more aggressive, his balls pressed up against his chin every time he bottoms out in his throat.

faster, now, breaching the serenity as he begins to handle him roughly, a hard tug on his hair to pull his head back, exposing the lovely line of his throat every time he plunges into its slick depths. it's luridly obscene how he fills him, forcing him to choke him down as he fucks his mouth. ]

That's it, just like this -- [ he croons, low and rough-husky as his fingers press in harder, restricting more of his already-limited breathing. ] Hands behind your back.

[The faster Ignis goes, the harder his heels dig into the floor. But while Ignis may set a harsh pace, McGillis adapts with flawless aplomb; he does not gag, does not hesitate, does not do anything but please his partner. And as he makes further demands, he obeys without question. His hands drape behind his back, as requested, as his eyes darken and fall halfway shut.

For his efforts, Ignis was treated to a big beautiful bulge down his throat, which he shows off with a deliberate tilt of his head. He sucks and swallows, as any good whore should, sinking into that submissive space where nothing matters but the satisfaction of his master. And Ignis was the master here, that much was clear, the handler of an otherwise dangerous dog.

Undeterred by that loss of breath, McGillis practically slams his mouth with increasing urgency up and down that cock. Encouraging it to surge, encouraging Ignis to bruise as promised.]

[ ignis surges into him as asked, admiring the sweep of his lashes, the way that lovely throat bulges with his cock. mcgillis takes him like he was born for it, absolutely captivating with every greedy movement, every lusty suck.

he fucks him relentlessly, brutally, meets him halfway as he handles his obedient, dangerous dog firmly. he closes off what's left of any air he might take in for a few long seconds without warning, fucking into the delicious clench of that throat with quiet praises, raw and rough like he knows mcgillis likes.

ignis is hooked on him, fiercely, wildly attracted to mcgillis submission as he is the man's ferocity. when he releases his throat to let him breathe again, he goes balls deep, pre-come smearing the inside of his throat.

he's close, so close, and he only allows his partner a few precious breaths before his fingers close around this throat again, bruisingly hard. this time, he draws it out a little longer. ten seconds, fifteen. ignis watches his skin darken under his fingers, bearing what he's promised.

but he doesn't let go yet. not when he releases inside of him, pulling up just a little so mcgillis can feel a gush of hot, sticky come filling his throat and going down, the way his cock pulses as he releases a massive, full load.

he forces him to swallow it all, to choke on it as he finally loosens his grip on his throat in that perfectly-timed instant. ]

[Ordinarily McGillis would open his mouth, sneak in a quick breath, yet Ignis does not allow it. It isn't cruelty; Ignis does exactly as asked, delivers just as promised. McGillis holds nothing against him. Even as he chokes—finally Ignis manages it, as so many others have failed to do—he knows it is for the sake of pleasure and not to humiliate him in any way. It centers him, that relentless fucking. And his eyes roll back, each and every time Ignis denies him air.

It might have scared some men, but for McGillis, it was incredibly arousing. Ignis has chained his hands but not his hips, which rock into the floor for the sake of friction. He was hard, painfully so, and growing harder by the minute. Harder each time Ignis bruises his throat and abuses it with terrible precision. Harder each time he jams down his throat and each time he can taste that precome on his tongue. He's close, he knows that to be the case, and makes certain that Ignis enjoys himself to the very end.

This was violent play, to be certain. Yet McGillis still finds room to rub his cheek against Ignis' hand, as if to say I like you very much.

McGillis fulfills his duty. He sucks and slurps and twirls his tongue around the engorged shaft, works Ignis' cock as best as he can without his hands. He sighs in relief when Ignis hits his peak and floods his mouth. Rejoices in the familiar feeling, shuts his eyes and loses himself in the moment. No need to force it, McGillis swallows without protest and laps at his own lips to catch the remnants. And by the time his eyes open once again, they are dark and they are fierce. Ready for the next challenge.

Ready to take his turn and have his way with the brilliant, beautiful advisor.]

[ the intensity of their play is overwhelming -- ignis had gone harder than he'd ever had with him, even in that bathroom. it's cathartic, the rush of adrenaline and endorphins catch him by surprise still. he's grateful that mcgillis yields to him even in this, understanding that he can't quite switch it off, not when mcgillis presses on a very specific set of buttons and sets him off like very few ever have.

they're a match for each other in just about every conceivable way -- and ignis' own abiding affection for him is clear when he strokes his cheek in return, enjoying just how catlike mcgillis is. he can see it, the dark purple-blue-red bruises so vivid on his fair throat. he likes him, too; he likes everything about him, even the troubling little things he says that makes ignis worry.

he urges him up now, tamer than he'd been when the evening began, and more at ease with giving mcgillis his turn. hands coming up to smooth over his hips, his ribs, his shoulders, he huffs softly as he meets those predatory, fierce dark eyes, a thrill going right down south even if he's spent for the next few moments. ]

Hold me? You were so good for me back there. Let me be good for you, too.

[ it's mcgillis' turn to dominate, ignis knows, and ignis will be sweet for him -- everything in him wants to be. ]

[McGillis considers healing the bruises, just to be cheeky. But he decides that he likes them and so decides against it.

Returning to the bed and gladly so, McGillis takes a moment and sinks onto his side with a heavy sigh. Ignis may have marked his throat and nothing else but the pain radiates downward; he feels it burn and throb and he revels in the softer feeling of those sheets on his skin. All that loving contact was secondary to a brief reprieve.]

You play awfully rough, Ignis Scientia.

[And of course, there was the nature of that raging hard-on. McGillis winces at that throbbing as well.]

You shouldn't let a man go so long without completion... at least let me use my hands.

Was I too rough?

[ he asks quietly, concerned as he sidles up to him now, fingers lightly brushing over his throat to check the damage. he's careful not to hurt him, although when he notes that wince and the fact that his cock is practically aching with arousal, he reaches down to wrap his fingers around it, giving his shaft long, slow strokes. ]

The only way you're using your hands is to put them on me.

[ ignis says softly, tending to mcgillis' cock with unmistakable affection, his thumb rubbing up and down the thick vein on the underside of his shaft, his warm grip encouraging his partner to take his pleasure while his other hand goes to fish out the bottle of lube under the pillow.

he pops it open to pour some onto his cock, slicking him up and taking the chance to fondle. ]

If you can hold it in a little longer, I want you to come inside me.

Hardly.

[Less a matter of roughness, more a matter of stamina. And Ignis always pushed him to the absolute limit on that front.

The bruises are nasty but nothing that won't heal and nothing that impedes his breath now. McGillis mouths over Ignis' fingers, ever so gently, to reassure that he wasn't really hurt nor was he truly upset. It would take a lot more than some squeezing to bring him down and he feels Ignis must know that—just fretting for the sake for fretting.]

You must eat lesser men alive.

[And lesser men would mistake that for criticism when it was anything but. Shying from Ignis' grip, he reclaims the lube.]

Thankfully, it would seem I am just enough for you.

I do.

[ and those lesser man would hardly be worthy of mcgillis' time. there's a gleam in ignis' eye that speaks of gentle mischief and self-assurance. and it seems that even though ignis knows that mcgillis is made of sterner stuff, that there's no chance he would be hurt by that, it speaks to ignis' feelings for him that he would worry anyway.

he's come to care for mcgillis deeply, to mind his well-being. mcgillis might be one of the strongest, most powerful men he knows, but sometimes the mind and heart operate on entirely different impulses.

he lets him reclaim the lube, and ease away, curious but trusting that he definitely has a plan in mind. ]

You're the first man who's enough for me. And then some. [ he smiles, his hand coming to rest on his hip lightly. ] You do exhaust me sometimes too, you know.

[McGillis sets the lube aside. After such an intense orgasm, Ignis would need time to work his way up again. Forcing his way in, even if Ignis could handle it, would only hurt him. And just like Ignis could not stifle certain parts of himself, McGillis could not cause such pain to a lover. Because there was pleasurable pain and pointless pain and McGillis did not inflict the latter.]

I'm glad to hear it.

[An observation he offers wryly, rolling onto his back and ushering Ignis atop him. Spreading his legs though not in the usual fashion, assuming a more dominant role as one hand settles on his spine and the other on his thighs. Holding him firm, prying him apart. The request was obvious before he even makes it.]

I want you to ride me, Ignis. Ride me for all you're worth.

[ mcgillis is right, ignis is going to need some time to recover, and presently, he's appreciative of the fact that mcgillis doesn't just force his way in, no matter ignis' encouragement to finish inside of him.

he's oversensitive and overstimulated; mcgillis had, after all, pulled one hell of an orgasm out of him -- an intense, overwhelming thing that still leaves him just a little shaky. and so he's warmed by his gentle consideration, easily letting himself be let as he settles above him. ignis doesn't fight the commanding way his partner handles him, how he holds him and pries him apart, intent clear.

he settles on him, resting his chin on his chest. ]

See? Exhausting already. [ ignis jokes, but it's very obvious that he's eager and willing (although he just needs a couple minutes) in the way he leans back against that hand.

yes, of course he will. everything in him wants to fulfill what mcgillis asks, wants to take care of that raging, painful hard on for him. his hand comes around back to touch mcgillis' own briefly, and he smiles. ]

Although I'll need a little help. Will you get me ready?

[ he's not going be able to take a dick that size without lube. ]

[Sighing with a bit too much melodrama:]

You're exhausted?

[This man couldn't even rest his own dick for twenty seconds at a time. Honestly impressive how much he managed to serve his prince at all, unless...

Actually, no, better off not imagining how any sex went in that particular relationship. Of course he was very much in need at this point, so he strikes a reasonable compromise and rubs against Ignis' leg while he unwinds from that heady high. Not even an overeager advisor could conquer the unfortunate biology of a human male.]

Kiss me first.

[No time for argument, McGillis swoops in for one anyway—or rather cranes up in their current position.]

You're a handful, you know. [ ignis just laughs lightly, patting his chest as if to say 'there, there', in the face of that endearing melodrama. you just have to suffer through this, mcgillis.

ignis, of course, doesn't let mcgillis unwind by himself, he shifts to ease him up against the soft, silken inside of his thigh, careful not to get him off because he needs that dick hard for the next round.

with a soft hum, he meets him halfway -- this time, he parts his mouth for him, inviting him in instead of dominating from the get-go. ]

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