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[McGillis admires that red-faced look, the come down his chin, however briefly. McGillis was not prone to praise, at least not often, yet his eyes are full of affection for his favorite lieutenant.

And he almost makes it up but then Ignis shoves him back down and that show of force was so absurdly hot that he can feel himself half-hard all over again. Choked by that hand, he struggles to breathe, folding his legs as Ignis pushes him into submission. Wrapping them around those strong shoulders, all but begging for cock up his ass while he rides his fingers hard.

Which felt damn good but he wanted something bigger. Even the greedy general.]

Stick... your dick in me...

[He struggles to breathe and he struggles to speak. Such a harsh grip though he loves that too—working himself back to full hardness.]

Fuck me raw. Please.

[God, at this rate, he wouldn't even make it that far. Gasping as Ignis prods his prostate, he grants the man all the pretty reactions his heart may desire.]

[ ignis savours it -- the affection and praise that mcgillis gives him, the softness in his general's eyes that comes so rarely. it's no secret that ignis is drawn to him, that he would indulge mcgillis in just about anything.

the man is obscenely flexible, he thinks, feeling the weight of those powerful thighs around his shoulders as he's practically folded in half. he draws his fingers out from him, savouring the way he writhes and struggles to breathe, to speak. he leans down to nose at his cheek, feeling that ragged breath. ]

I will.

[ he promises softly, easing his own hard, aching dick out and lining it up against his hole. by now, mcgillis should be slick enough to him, even though it'll be relatively still raw, and he pushes into him, inch by inch with a low groan.

ignis' dick isn't huge like mcgillis', but he's still big enough to matter, bigger and fuller now that he's aroused, stretching him out as he works into him. ]

I loved watching you fight, McGillis. [ he says softly, using his name only in the most private of moments. ] You were incredible out there. Ruthless --

[ a sharp, final thrust, and he's balls-deep inside him, the warmth around his dick almost suffocating. ] -- gorgeous.

[ he doesn't wait for him to adjust while he starts to fuck him in long, thorough thrusts, his grip on his throat loosening so that he can press soft kisses and licks to the bruises that are forming. ]

[McGillis cries out as Ignis withdraws his fingers, even though he asked for it. Already there are tears trickling down his face but he was far from bothered by it; he shifts as best he can to accommodate Ignis, nosing back at him. He was a harsh man, could be callous and cruel, but with Ignis... with Ignis, he could be different. And he knows this was how it should be.]

Take good care of me, lieutenant.

[At least for a short while, at least in this context. If only in a dream.

It hurts. He isn't sure why and that might be his first indication that this was an "incorrect" reality. Still, he swallows down the pain and does his best to help, willing himself loose and guiding Ignis within, breathing hard and shallow all at once. Ignis wasn't huge but he was nonetheless sizeable and taking him wasn't an easy task, but they manage it, one inch at a time.

Hearing that praise, McGillis heaves an uncomfortable laugh.]

I wish you would fight with me more often. You were, you are...

[Oh, he felt that one. Groaning, McGillis fights the natural urge to draw away—a stubborn body that did not want Ignis there.]

...incredible.

[And then he loses his ability to speak, at least coherently. As Ignis fucks him, oh so dutifully, McGillis all but screams in ecstasy.]

Of course I will. [ ignis softens and slows down for him, instinctively attuned to mcgillis' state of mind. even though he knows that his general likes it rough, there are pockets of moments when he seeks something softer, and ignis is happy to indulge.

he soothes him with soft, quiet words and gentle touches before he fucks him, easing his legs off his shoulders to guide them around his waist. he wants to be close while he fucks him.

an arm sliding underneath him, ignis pulls him closer, lips pressing to his cheek to kiss his tears away, doting on him and eventually lingering at his lips. something in him warms at the prospect of holding him, even if a small part of him wonders why he doesn't fight with him more often; shouldn't he have, as his lieutenant? but ignis feels for mcgillis in ways deeper and more profound than this, more than subordinate to his master, and he can't quite grasp why.

his thrusts are slow but firm, giving mcgillis time to adjust to him, to let the discomfort fade because while ignis might get rough, he doesn't want mcgillis to be in pain.

he rolls his hips when he bottoms out again, grinding up just right as he savours those screams, happy to give that prostate another special nudge. ]

Mmmh. You sound so sweet when you're screaming. [ another thrust, and another. ] Hold me?

Edited 2020-12-04 00:28 (UTC)

[McGillis appreciates a more gradual pace, if only briefly. It wasn't bound to last, not with how hungry Ignis tended to be—rivaling his own appetite.

As Ignis craves closeness, McGillis seems to understand and draws the other man in, as best he can. He wants to be close, as well, wants to feel that cock and wants it probing deep. Every time it does, he gasps again; every time they shake the desk, he laughs a little, though it was a choked sort of sound. He rocks against Ignis, matches that quieter passion with his own.

And the longer they go at it, the less it hurts and the more pleasurable it becomes. Especially when Ignis nudges his prostate just right.]

Oh... o-oh, that's it, right there...

[No more screams, not for right now. But he does cave to his lieutenant, trying his best to hold him tight.]

It's... it's alright, you can... go faster... fuck me harder.

[ ignis smiles, quietly affectionate as he hears that soft laugh. his devotion to his general is fierce, unrelenting, but it is in moments like these that he feels something different. deeper, the connection crackling between them.

he goes faster as mcgillis asks, savouring his praise, the way he so honestly asks for it. he plunges deeper, pressing up against his prostate time and again, wanting to please him, to drive everything else out of his mind until the only thing that remains is himself.

ignis can be selfish, and as his other hand comes down to grasp mcgillis' cock firmly, thumbing over the head of his cock, he pants. ]

Good -- I love hearing you like this. [ harder, now. he fucks him with deeper, fiercer strokes, sinking into him like he's home. he leans down to press another kiss to his mouth. softly, encouraging, he croons. ] Come for me, you gorgeous man. Come all over my hand.

[ and his uniform. ]

[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...]

[ ah, the paperwork --

ignis cares at least a little bit, glancing to see the papers flutter to the floor and knowing he's going to sort it out later, but the thought is thankfully fleeting. turning his attention back on mcgillis and his sweetly bratty refusal to come until ignis does, he grunts softly in response.

ignis loves those overwhelmed little cries, and he finds himself intent on wringing more from him as he continues to ruthlessly batter at his sensitive prostate, feeling the way that tight, tight channel seems to clutch at his cock, as greedy as the general himself.

ignis can't deny his own pleasure, and in his silent indulgence of mcgillis' pleas, his last few thrusts are rough, erratic. ignis' hand slides under the small of the other man's back to hold him in place before he comes, flooding his general's tight, throbbing hole with generous spurts of his release. his hips buck sharply as he rides out the next few pulses, filling him up thickly.

his next words are rough and panting as he rides it out. he registers the sting in the way mcgillis' nails dig into his back, even through the fabric of his uniform. gods, but mcgillis is startlingly beautiful like that, teetering in the edge. ]

Come for me -- let them all hear you. You know you want to --

[Another sign that this was not their proper place: McGillis immediately thinks it wasn't mine anyway and forgets all about it.

Ignis surrenders, just as he demanded, and it isn't long before McGillis follows suit. Feeling that greedy cock fill him up, McGillis puts on one last display—equally as magnificent as before, if not more so—and hollers and howls and praises Ignis with all the breath in his body. Coming into his hand, onto his uniform, shaking and shuddering so much he feels ready to fall apart.

But he doesn't. Ignis supports him and he feels sturdy and safe. More than a bit gross, as well, but again: it doesn't matter anyway.]

Ignis...

[Oh, they definitely heard that. Everyone must have heard it, must have known the reason, but they're not real anyway.

All the same, McGillis reaches for Ignis, seeks to steady himself.]

I want you. I do want you, more than anything.

[But was that really the truth? Well, maybe in this moment it was. And that was all he cared to acknowledge.]

[ 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.

[ things will be different outside. ]

[The same thought strikes him as the scene begins to fade: things will be different outside.

Ignis sinks into his arms and somehow he knows, even if this was the wrong world and a distorted reality, he was meant to hold onto this man. He frowns at his words, well-aware that the realization was crashing down—his heart was committed to another and it would not be split. Not in that way. And he reaches his hand to his heart as if to apologize, to say I'm so sorry.

Breaking through the haze of the dream, his hand curls around Ignis' neck. Gripping tight, sure to gain his attention.]

Listen to me. I need you to remember something.

[McGillis cranes to make certain that Ignis commits it to memory, that he doesn't forget...]

You deserve to be loved. You deserve to be loved, Ignis.

[...they are the last words he will hear before it all drifts away.]

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