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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. ]

Should I take offense to that...?

[Just kidding, it's McGillis, he takes a little offense to pretty much everything.

Ignis was careful to avoid too much stimulation and McGillis avoids the same. He does, however, kiss and kiss deeply; he had been denied the pleasure for too long and so makes up for lost time here. His mouth still tastes strongly of semen though he doubts Ignis will much mind. And it quickly turns sloppy, because he had been left desperate and wanting and craving him.

In this way, in every way. In all the ways that counted. He wonders if this was what it like to fall in love the right way.]

Maybe. You're cute when you're grumpy.

[ no, he really shouldn't -- it's an ignis-shaped compliment.

mcgillis is an excellent kisser, and it's even better when it gets sloppy, open-mouthed and shameless as ignis presses gently into his mouth in turn, sliding their tongues together. he can taste his own seed on him, and the sheer eroticism of it goes right to his still-resting dick.

gods, he hates how sexy mcgillis can be even when he isn't trying. his hand comes to curl over his cheek, more doting than lusty as he gives him what he needs, soothing over that edge of desperation. i'm here.

breathing him in, he goes in for another kiss, and another, deepening and drawing it out with a soft, yearning sigh. mcgillis isn't the only one that's craving this. ]

McGillis --

[McGillis just grunts, which probably does not help his argument.

Instinctively, McGillis fights against that tongue. He tries to push it back, tries to ram down his throat, tries to dominate the whole encounter as only the Brigadier General can. Even if he chose to bow his head, there was no fighting his true nature—that of a man obsessed with control. And that included every person, as well, though it may have been a lost cause with Ignis.

But just as before, he leans into those fingers on his cheek, rougher edges blunted. And he submits to another kiss, and another, feeling that familiar throb between his legs. Heat rushes to his face and for a moment he bemoans the fact that preparation was necessary, as he wants nothing more than to bury himself between those beautiful legs and to do it right now.]

You'll have to endure it, please forgive me.

[Uncorking the lube, he presses his finger a bit faster than he ordinarily would within the man. But he was still himself and thus careful to avoid harm.]

[ see? cute. ignis doesn't fight mcgillis' desire for control, understanding his fierce instincts -- rather, he gently mitigates it, yielding but pressing back in equal measure. ]

You're going to ruin everyone else for me.

[ ignis murmurs good-naturedly, shifting to brace himself for it as he looks down at that flushed, handsome face. the advisor might be stirred, but he's not quite hard yet. even so, he's happy to accommodate, working to distract himself and staying relaxed by nosing at his bruised throat, leaving soft kisses over the slope of it.

soft nips, bites, and he gasps quietly when he feels the first finger, noting that it's quicker than usual but not entirely discomforting. he nips, burying his face in his neck after as a hand rests over his chest to keep himself above him.

he's careful to leave mcgillis' dick alone for the time being, wanting him to feel so very good when he finally slides it back in. ]

[McGillis actually laughs, a rare sound. But genuine all the same.]

Perhaps that was my dastardly plan all along.

[Really, he was starting to suspect that Ignis was plotting along the same lines.

The mouthing over his throat earns a series of quiet gasps, a weak spot that he had been reluctant to admit. Not for the first time today, McGillis thinks he has betrayed Gaelio; Gaelio, who would always exploit the same weakness, who could nearly make him come from his mouth alone. He tries to disassociate from it so he can focus on Ignis, on preparing him properly.

McGillis pushes the first finger to the knuckle, trusting that Ignis' body will handle the rest—even the straightest man got hard from some dedicated ass play.]

[ hmm, maybe it is ignis' plan, too. ANYWAY, the straightest man should maybe also get a blinding (lol) orgasm from the world's most gifted blowjob giver about five minutes prior to this dedicated ass play and then come back to report on the boner situation.

but it's slowly working, and ignis squirms and can't help a soft moan against his throat, half-hard and straddling that wonderful line between mild discomfort and tingling pleasure. what happens to also work is hearing the soft gasps he's pulling from mcgillis, because sorry gaelio he's exploiting that same weakness, too, that prodigiously talented cupid's bow mouth put to good use.

the kisses are now mixed nips and licks, teasing and soothing all at once as ignis devotes himself to drawing out more of those pretty gasps, a hand coming to curl almost possessively over his hip. he's starting to push back into that finger, his lips finding the hollow of his throat where the bruising's pretty bad, to kiss and gently nip. ]

It might be working. Mmm -- I'm ready for another one.

[ boner situation: things are actually looking up. ]

So bossy...

[Even as the supposedly submissive party, Ignis was still so fierce. Not that he had any complaints; it was just an adjustment from his usual fare, from partners who sat back and preferred to let him do all the work. But Ignis was always actively involved, always pursuing pleasure, almost doggedly. It was a real task, just to keep up, just to keep this plucky advisor entertained.

Yet he was committed to doing just that. McGillis shies from Ignis' mouth, only so he can focus on loosening that ass. Ever obedient, he adds another finger, just as quickly as before.]

Don't clench. Focus on my face.

[Easier said than done as he curls both fingers and he seeks that buried spot on purpose.]

Oh -- ah.

[ ignis gasps. he can feel his fingers curl, very aware of where he's headed -- and this time he's the one to shy away, too, instinctively squirming to retreat from having those sinfully delightful fingers press up against his sensitive spot so quickly. ]

It's hard when you're trying to get me off.

[ spoken like the world's most spoiled lover -- and he is: mcgillis is always attentive, exciting, overwhelming, tending to his every need and pushing his limits. it's all he can do just to keep up with him, to give back as good as he gets because the general deserves only the best.

never has he come across a man like him, who could so easily and so quickly turn him on, who he could enjoy and connect with on so many levels. how then can ignis let him do all the work when mcgillis too should be spoiled and pleasured in turn?

he nudges against him briefly, unable to help but clench around him as his attention is drawn downwards, pulling closer to mcgillis and away from the fingers. he can't focus on his face -- ]

Mmmph. Feels too good --

[Ignis draws back; McGillis gives chase and tightens his hold, free hand anchoring itself to a hip. Ignis is always attentive, exciting, overwhelming, tending to his every need and pushing his limits. And even though it exhausts him, he loves it just as much, can't imagine anything else he would want in a man—which makes him all the guiltier for the man he has left at home.

McGillis digs his fingers deeper, expertly balancing Ignis between too much pleasure and too much pain. He dusts his mouth over Ignis' cheek and shifts to accommodate him a bit better, preparing for the inevitable penetration and trying to keep things as comfortable as possible. Adding a third finger only when he feels confident he can handle it.]

I like everything about you. There's not a single flaw, not a single thing I could protest.

[It almost sounds like a love confession. Maybe it was, in a sense, especially with a soft smile like that.]

You're a little too perfect, perhaps. And I suppose you came along at the perfect time.

[ well, that is definitely a distraction that he's focusing on. mcgillis' smile is softer than he's ever seen it, tender when he speaks, like it's a confession of love -- it has to be close enough, doesn't it, for a man who professes not to know how to love him.

ignis' heart skips a beat, momentarily thwarted from his retreat and inexplicably settling into how mcgillis provides for him, how he makes sure he's comfortable. the man is endlessly thoughtful, and ignis' gaze is searching, curious but warm. ]

I'm not perfect, you know. I can be terrible. Uptight, snarky... a control freak.

[ he says softly, quietly, reaching up to cup his face and to press a kiss to his jaw, and another, brief but loving. nonetheless, it's clear he's digesting his words, breath hitching when he pushes a third finger in. ignis rolls his hips, working to relax. ]

But I like you, too. More than I should. You're everything I want in a man, and then some. [ he finally says, looking down at him. ignis more than half hard now, his dick laying thick and heavy on mcgillis' stomach. but he's thinking about something else other than how good it feels -- he's thinking of this strange, new, wonderful thing with him. of the person that mcgillis is, magnificent because of his flaws, with so many facets to him that ignis has come to treasure.

how strange it is, the realisation that ignis doesn't want to let him go, not if he can help it. perhaps ignis can be selfish, too. if only we had met sooner. thoughtfully, he brushes a soft kiss to his cheek. ]

What was the perfect time?

Edited (changed it up a little! ) 2020-11-23 10:37 (UTC)

[McGillis chews on the question, then offers an answer. As honestly and as faithfully as he can.]

When I was left behind.

[When I was abandoned. McGillis works his fingers, stretching Ignis out and monitoring him with care. His body was stubborn, same as any other man, but eventually it would yield—as it was doing now. He counts himself lucky that he could control himself; his cock aches for fulfillment and he knows that this was not going to be a slow and steady exchange but brutally fast.

Taking a moment to breathe, he returns that quiet affection. Touching his cheek, kissing at his jaw, nudging at his nose.]

Do forgive me. I hope you don't feel as though you were used. I like you, truly and genuinely.

[With his free hand, he guides Ignis' fingers to his lips. Forms the shapes, the syllables...]

Can you show me? Can you remind me? How to say it.

["...I... love..."]

[ there's nothing to forgive; mcgillis is only human, and on the rational side of things, it feels foolish to take him to task for feeling what he feels (on the less rational side, however, ignis... appreciates it).

his heart still clenches, nonetheless -- for mcgillis, for his honest answers and all that had come before this, of the snippets he'd shared about himself, his partner, the impression that violence and sadness is seated deep within him.

his mighty dragon, fierce but protective and kind, gentle in the all the most secret of ways -- it's ignis' turn to want to protect him, to curl around something this precious. he has no illusions as to what mcgillis is capable of; he's glimpsed his darker nature in between words, and yet, wants him all the same.

his eyes widen when he feels those soft, full lips form those words, the shape of them branded onto his fingertips.

"...I...love..." ]

McGillis...

[ it takes his breath away.

ignis had all but said it to him earlier today, but his response is still a surprise, as is the request. his free hand curls around the back of his neck now, ignis' thumb spelling that one word out along the line of his jaw in response.

l o v e

a fool's game, and yet, ignis wouldn't want to be anywhere else. ]

...you. [ he finishes quietly, urging his lips to part to press a soft, full kiss right there. he'll show him, in time. remind him how to say it. his hand leaves to grasp his partner's dick, easing it back inside of himself, the tight, welcoming heat of his body. he shivers in pleasure, almost breathless. ]

You belong here, too.

[At least this way he didn't have to say it out loud.

Maybe he should regret it. Maybe he should take it back. But he can't find the heart to retreat, not when Ignis looks so overjoyed or as close to as it could ever come. The hand at the back of his neck should startle him and yet it doesn't. He trusts him, truly and completely, and perhaps that was a better way to express it—not quite love but something near and dear to it.

I trust you. Because he knows that Ignis would have his back and that was a remarkable feeling in itself.

McGillis shudders, his own breath stolen as Ignis takes hold of his cock and draws him in. Reclaiming his fingers, he anchors both hands on Ignis' hips and aids the process. Truth be told, he could come from this alone, but he holds back. He wants to feel that pleasure with his partner and fall all the way down together. And what a concept, submitting to absolute surrender.]

Greedy as ever.

[McGillis grits his teeth, sinking deeper and deeper. Sighing with every inch.]

You won't be getting out of that bed... once I'm through with you.

Is that right?

[ ignis pulls back, but for good reason. men are visual creatures, after all, and he straightens up to put himself on display, broad-shouldered, toned and solidly strong. he might not be the magnificent wall of perfectly sculpted muscle that mcgillis is, but he's no slacker either. his is a body made for combat and to be aesthetically pleasing, and as he seats himself fully on him, he takes the last few inches of him with a breathless shiver.

inside, at last.

his hand comes to rest on the flat of his abdomen -- is that a dick-shaped bulge right there, just barely visible? maybe, maybe not. but ignis plays it up because he can, pressing down on it and tightening around him at the same time. he knows he's baiting the beast, and that's a dangerous thing when mcgillis hasn't yet come and he's so deep inside. but even so, ignis likes the danger the general brings, falling with him into pleasure, getting swept away with him.

he rolls his hips with a soft moan, green eyes lidded and his cheeks flushed -- he's a sight, impaling himself on that enormous cock, and ignis exhales a shuddering sigh. his other hand comes up to span over his own pale throat in a show of faux modesty. ]

I'm -- aaah -- you feel even bigger like this.

Is that right?

[McGillis can't help but parrot his words back at him, followed by an impish grin.

He also can't help but watch with sick fascination as Ignis' insides almost seem to shift to allow him entrance. His fingers skim over that hand on the abdomen, over what appears to be the faint shape of his cock. And he laughs, a little darkly, drawing himself out and then pushing back in. Pushing past that ring of resistance and forcing his body to take him.]

You look positively radiant, Ignis. I should like to fuck you all the time...

[Having spent his patience and then some, McGillis wastes no more time. Draws himself out, pushes back in, again and again, quickly working up his thrusts into powerful pushes of his hips. It isn't long before he escalates to slamming away, coaxing more of those delightful shudders from his partner. And hopefully screams, soon enough, as he grunts and claims his pleasure.

Sinking into the sheets, his eyes are locked on Ignis. Keen to drink into all the lovely sounds that are sure to follow.]

[ ah, fuck.

it's like trying to ride an impatient, bucking bull, only it's hard to blame mcgillis for being impatient when ignis is at least partially responsible for pushing him to that point. the wild bucks, the way he thrusts deep inside him practically punches the breath out of him, and it's all ignis can do to hold on and shift, using his leverage to lean back over him instead.

he meets him halfway, but it doesn't take long for ignis to cry out every time he bottoms out inside him, shamelessly taking his pleasure together with him as he clenches and squirms, closing eagerly around him every time his dick presses up against his prostate.

mcgillis fucks like he fights, brutal and powerful and terrifyingly focused, and he doesn't look away from him as he catches his hand, threading their fingers together and pinning it down beside his head. the general is gorgeous like this, feral and intent. his own gaze admiring, ignis presses onward to draw out the rhythm and slams right down on him, dark with his own building desire. those parroted words aren't lost on him, nor are those words -- but ignis is happy to tease all the same; ]

All the time...? But I might be busy doing other things -- [ as if his louder cries and the fervent, more passionate way ignis rides him now isn't enough to signal that he finds the notion quite attractive. he has to bait his beast into chasing on the occasion, doesn't he? keep those hunting instincts sharp.

nonetheless, one particularly hard, wonderful thrust timed just right practically makes him scream, his knees buckling -- ]

Gods, please --

You won't.

[McGillis announces that with conviction, even through clenched teeth.]

You're mine, you're mine, you're mine...

[And he repeats that with increasing insistence, as if Noctis himself could not stand in the way.

It really was like trying to ride a bull, a feisty one. As with every other time before, McGillis strikes true and strikes deep to Ignis' core. And it becomes as noisy as ever, the same sick slapping sounds and the same moans and groans that reflect their shared passion. Ignis claims his hand and McGillis claims his neck, snapping his teeth and biting when he comes too close.

Unsurprisingly, setting such a breakneck pace, McGillis fast approaches his first orgasm. The first of a few, with the way they were going.]

Go on. Keep begging for it.

[The next time Ignis squeezes, he'll get swatted on the ass for the effort. Nice and hard, just like that big cock fucking him into sweet oblivion.]

[ ignis stays just that side of 'too close', wanting to feel his lips, his teeth on his throat. he's thought of it often, the way mcgillis would draw blood, the taste of it on his tongue -- it's feral and primitive, how they go at each other so often, but ignis loves it.

he loves that he can be this wild with him, that mcgillis is both unpredictable and exciting, riding that magnificent hard cock is exhilarating, intoxicating, feeling the man practically pound his way into him is one hell of a drug.

but then that swat on the ass is the unexpectedly sexy thing that renders him undone -- perhaps ignis has underestimated just how close he is to his own orgasm, or how mcgillis' big fat cock already presses all the right buttons and just needs one little thing to tip him over.

that stinging smack makes him cry out even louder and clench hard, the shock of his own orgasm washing over him. he comes, sticky hot threads of it spattering over both their stomachs. ]

McGillis -- oh --

[ ...seems like he really likes getting spanked, too. imagine that. ]

[Ignis hits an early peak, powerful and passionate; McGillis follows suit, finding fulfillment after a particularly harsh thrust. As Ignis splatters his skin, McGillis fills him to bursting, coming with a noisy howl. And after all that waiting, his orgasm washes over him like a storm, choking his breath. Stuffing Ignis full of seed and leaking out of that greedy hole, down his thighs.

And since he seems to love it so much, McGillis spanks Ignis again and again, fully intent of pushing him from one peak into another.]

Keep going. I'm not through with you, not nearly.

[His own body obeys the order, as well, as he comes and keep coming, making an absolute mess of his partner. His cock throbs and swells and continues to spew more of that sticky seed. McGillis pulls partially out, just to rub against his abdomen and shoot more filth, before returning to a proper pounding that was sure to make Ignis aches for hours and hours.]

Mm... keep taking me... you feel delightful.

[...this could go on for awhile. The beast has been provoked and won't stop until it has taken its pleasure in full.]

[ oh, fuck.

ignis' eyes are wide as he's pushed past his limit, when mcgillis overwhelms him so fiercely, so wonderfully as he fucks him through both their orgasms, that incredible cock practically pounding inside of him. it's as if the man is hell-bent on carving out a space inside ignis meant just for him.

he feels impossibly full and filthy, when mcgillis fills him up almost to bursting with his come, when he pulls out only for an aching, empty moment as thick ropes of ejaculate spurt over his abdomen, up to his chest like mcgillis is marking him up before he's back in again.

and oh, god, his knees are numb and every nerve is raw, overstimulated. the advisor is pushed well past his boundaries, his buttcheeks red and raw from being spanked. his eyes glaze over now as he can't help but obey, swept up in the riptide that is this man. ]

You're filling up all of me --

[ the sheer power of mcgillis' dominance is overwhelming, and ignis finds himself nudged more and more into unfamiliar subspace territory, one he recognises but has not quite experienced. he rides him harder, fingers coming to swipe up some come from his chest, only to slip two digits into his mouth to suck them off in full view, messy and obscene. face flushed and panting, ignis curls back over him to hold on to him, bouncing off those incredible thrusts. ]

McGillis, I can't -- ah, haaaah -- it's too much -- please...

[ but don't stop. don't ever stop. ]

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