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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. ]

[How wonderful he was, tipping over the edge and falling right into the abyss. And he almost wants it to last forever but ultimately even the best things must end; McGillis winds down from his high. Yet ever the dutiful lover, McGillis sees to Ignis' pleasure first and foremost. He makes certain that he has managed to wring himself out, that he really and truly can take no more.

To that end, he noses at Ignis. Showers him with kisses and claims his mouth and eases him to a slower pace—an eventual stop.]

Come down with me, darling.

[Darling. A new name for Ignis, but somehow, it feels right. One hand soothes over that raw bottom, the other jerks Ignis off at the tail end of his last orgasm. And he speaks in such a soft tone, so sweetly and so kindly, it was a wonder anyone thought him the worst man in the world. The dual-natured beast who always knew how to mind his fangs and dote upon his mates.]

I've got you, I've got you... come down now.

[ that's a pet name he hasn't heard before -- he dimly registers it, still in the throes of everything that mcgillis is doing to him, with him (he supposes he doesn't mind that much; it feels... sweet). he gasps when mcgillis slows, initially resisting it, unable to quell a surge of panic because what is he doing --

-- but it takes a few moments for it to click, that he's leading them down instead of stopping fully, where ignis' pulse isn't racing and he isn't buck-wild. he relaxes just a little, crying out again, loud and hoarse when he milks the last of his orgasm. mcgillis has always been singularly talented at keeping him on that knife edge of pain and pleasure as he clenches around him again and again, desperate to wring mcgillis out of every drop he has to give. ]

I don't --

[ he hears that soft tone before he registers the words, calmed by its sweetness because even the most poisonous of vipers have mates they will not sink their fangs into. that ignis might be one of them is still something new. he lets go of his hand to slide an arm under him to hold him, the other spanning over his mate's chest, his abs, messy with come and sweat.

he kisses him back more intently now that he's more focused, understanding just what mcgillis intends to do. he shudders, deciding to trust in those words as he rocks into that hand, eyes shut as mcgillis manages another orgasm out of him, this time numbing instead of sharply intense. he spills on his fingers, but doesn't forget to reach behind him to cup his lover's balls, urging him on. ]

With me... come on...

[McGillis laughs, a choked sort of sound as Ignis grabs at him.]

So insistent...

[And yet McGillis allows it, groaning heavily and making a mutual mess of their hands. Not that they weren't messy enough, everywhere else, but it looks like Ignis needed to sneak in one last word—so to speak. A stubborn wish that McGillis gladly grants, riding out one last orgasm and finally expending himself. At least for the moment, which he takes to catch his breath.

Once that moment passes, once Ignis has settled down, McGillis withdraws with care. Ushering Ignis into his arms and reassuring him:]

I am with you.

[His throat hurts. His neck aches. Yet even so, he can say with confidence...]

I will always be with you, for as long as I might manage it.

Good. Because you've absolutely worn me out and I'm not up to moving.

[ as if to prove his point, he rather gracelessly practically bullies his way into his arms and nudges up to bury his face into his neck. they're practically covered in come, but his only concession to that is half-heartedly fumbling for the wet wipes on the nightstand after a few seconds or so, tugging the packet down beside them and yanking one free with a soft groan. ]

I do hate feeling empty when you pull out, you know.

[ is he getting a little bratty? yes, yes he is. he's tired and fucked out and he totally reserves that right. but he's nosing along mgcillis' jaw as he digests those soft words further, soothing the ache in his neck with soft kisses. that promise is enough. it has to be enough.

he's wiping mcgillis' abs and chest clean, too, although less spiritedly than he usually would, because he's already yawning and his limbs feel a thousand pounds heavier. ]

Although... so will I. As best as I can.

[Shamelessly:]

I am a wicked man indeed.

[Which was only half a joke, sorry to say.

Ordinarily, McGillis would insist on assisting with that nasty clean-up operation, but knows Ignis well enough by now to understand that would be a futile endeavor. After all, he was in the same boat, took great pride whenever he happened to host in his own home. So he just watches with a distinctively amused look, impish enough to pinch Ignis on that exceedingly fine ass.]

I'll draw you a hot bath in a bit. For now, please rest.

[McGillis pecks Ignis on the cheek, as chaste as could be.]

Please protect me. I'm counting on you, pretty little advisor.

[ ignis might be sleepy, but he dotes on him all the same, cheered by the notion of a warm bath in that wonderfully deep, luxurious tub the augur had seen fit to give him before. swatting absently at mcgillis and squirming when he feels that pinch on his red and tingling ass, he continues to take special care to clean him up with the wipes. he neatly sets the soiled ones aside on the nightstand when they're both sufficiently clean.

it's aftercare like this that he favours, pleased that mcgillis is letting him do the honours. he looks up as he accepts the kiss, his gaze warm. ]

Only if you join me. [ he pauses, because more importantly, if mcgillis can be theatrical, so can ignis. he brushes his fingers over his neck lightly, stroking over the lovebites he'd left earlier. ] I shall protect you from all manner of evil, mighty Brigadier General.

Edited 2020-11-27 14:42 (UTC)

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