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❝Significant Other Experience❞ Meme

The ❝Significant Other Experience❞ Meme

You wake up in a room in a home that could be describe as your ideal, whatever that is. Modern, old-fashioned, futuristic, the setting is whichever you would be most comfortable with. Yet this new environment is not the most important feature here; instead, that honor goes to the fact that you are not alone. You are sharing this place, which seems familiar like a far-off dream, with another person. This person claims to be your significant other. But that can't be right, can it? You don't know them at all, they have to be crazy.

Still, they want to love you, show affection, be intimate, like they claim you two "always are." That's...nice. Suddenly, you feel less alone, even if you never knew you felt that way before. And the sex - the sex is mind-blowing. There's emotional weight, there's contentment, there are arms to hold you and make you feel wanted.

Perhaps they're right. This is where you belong. After all, you're starting to remember, too, and everything is seeming more and more familiar.

For just a little while, why not have some peace?

How to Play

Some happiness for characters before the end of the year. Or some existential crises. However you'd like to play it.
Comment with your character, preferences, kinks, and any other information you'd like to include. Also, if you have a strong inclination to play the person waking up in the environment or the "significant other," clarify.
Reply to others.
Feel free to tweak the setting, the premise, or anything else. Pick any time during the scene or make up any ulterior motives there could be. Fluffy or sinister, take your pick!
Just use this to whatever end you'd like. Have fun!

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[ Open to playing either role! For waking up, I'm liking the idea of him trying to figure out what's happening but really fucking tempted by the setting/by an SO who seems to know him inside and out. For being the SO, I like the idea that he's actually fully aware that it's a dream (bubble) or a simulation or magic or whatever, but for his own reasons committing to the role and dodging around any attempts to bring up that it's not real/they're not a thing.

Cross-canon and assumed CR cool! ]

[At the end of all of it, every single detail of all of it- being used by Ardyn as bait, being brought unto the brink of death over and over again as part of that, entreating the kings of ages past for the power to save his king, choosing death in order to do so, feeling himself die in his king's arms, being revived by the power of the crystal, watching Noctis disappear within it...

...waiting for his return, for ten years, using that ten years to marshal forces, speaking to Ravus Nox Fleuret again and again and again, first about the task at hand- then for other reasons, being part of the end of it all, witnessing the first dawn, and being there for the king, after everything...

He'd taken some years before asking. Of course he had asked- there was far too much to do with addressing problems within the city and without caused by an just narrowly avoided apocalpyse and those problems which had existed long before- but he'd finally asked to leave the city.

Not permanently. Of course, not permanently. He'd heard that as part of the Kingdom of Lucis and the Kingdom of Tanebrae's new-found accord, all matter of matters would have to be discussed. Trade, for instance. All manner of trite (but important) technicalities needed to be established. Normally, he would never allow himself to offer. His place was at the king's side- but he'd asked. It would mean that he got to see Ravus again.

...He couldn't help but feel vaguely affronted when Noctis had given him a smile that suggested his reasonings were entirely transparent, and immediately said he could go. He'd thought on that the entire journey, really. But one arrival later, all of the standard pomp and ceremony, and Ravus had asked him inside his rooms.

That was... some months ago, all of that. He'd called Noctis repeatedly, several times a day, to be informed each time by the king he served that he needed the time away from Insomnia, the city hadn't burned down without him, and that he needed to just have fun.

So. He'd become a permanent presence really.

So much so that the king's own attendants now called him by his name. And so here he was, one early, early morning, lying in his bed, subconsciously moving closer to him in an attempt to stop himself from waking up.]

Mn.

[Forehead, meet between your probably boyfriend's shoulder blades.]

[After the initial year spent in Insomnia, Ravus had returned to Tenebrae and began rebuilding it. The people were skeptical of him at first, most of the constructors and advisors not trusting him. But thanks to some of Royal Advisor's prompting and King's promises, the people decided to give him a chance.

It was a hard work- rebuilding everything from scratch after Niflheim decided to decimate everything and destroy all the buildings. The Castle barely stood so it had to undergo major renovations. Slowly, but surely, the people of Tenebrae and their work, along with Ravus', started to come to fruition. The city might never regain its regal glory from the old days, but it will serve its purpose- give home to people and protect them.

In the middle of it all, Ignis decided to join him. It was... a very pleasant surprise. More than pleasant. And he was very welcomed by both the people and the one that was leading Tenebrae right now. Ravus was as worried as he was curious about Noctis letting Ignis stay far from Insomnia but- he was grateful.

Very grateful that he can wake up to Ignis in his bed, sleeping peacefully.

He feels the man's head press to his back and Ravus can't help but smile, still sleepy himself. It barely dawned, the Sun just breaking over the sylleblossom hilltops seen from Ravus' tall windows. Slowly, he turns in bed so he can face Ignis, but making sure not to disturb him and wake him.

Ignis will wake on his own soon, being the workaholic he is. So Ravus will just enjoy this brief moment of his sleepy face and resist the urge to place a kiss on his forehead.]

[More than likely he would wake shortly. At first he'd pondered just how exactly he was to wake up in good time- or even really manage in a place that was such a far cry from Insomnia's nature of always alive, with neon billboards on every corner surrounded by ceaseless activity by millions of citizens, but he'd settled well enough into a more peaceful environment. Ravus himself had seen to that with the change of residency to right here, his company... and other things.

As the other shifts a faint crease of Ignis' eyebrows could be observed, but they return to a neutral position again shortly enough. He's still for some time after that, but finally he swallows, stretches, and opens his (now blue. Thanks, crystal.) eyes, blearily looking to the other's chest for some few seconds before looking to his face.

He'd found, quickly, that he'd adored the sight of Ravus like this. older when then they'd first met to be certain, but his face unmarked, unmarred, by anger, sorrow, or blind rage.]

[His voice is somewhat distant, a hand moving to shove his hair from his eyes and forehead.] I trust you weren't watching me for long. It must've been dreadfully boring for you.

[A faint smile as he closes his eyes again, exhaling and rubbing them with the back of his hand.]

Good morning, love.

[Some of Ravus' decisions will forever stay with him- his magitek arm the proof of it. The phantom pain of it had subsided somewhat ever since he met Ignis, and he's not sure why. It was like the man burned away all of his worries and desperation, the pain and wounds. He will always feel guilty for what befell his dearest sister but he will never let her sacrifice go in vain.

Ignis finally shifting to wakefulness makes Ravus smile, reaching out with his normal hand to push away some bangs from his face.]

It is never boring witnessing your beautiful sleeping face. [Peaceful and gentle.] But I didn't wait for too long. Your inner clock is on point as always, love.

Good morning.

[They probably have another long day ahead of them but waking next to Ignis makes him look forward to it.]

Flatterer.

[He moves closer at that- meeting the other's throat in a kiss, his arm glancing over the magitek appendage with nary a shudder before draping around his waist.

Normally, he'd have already reached for his phone from where it charged and at least glance over his messages, looking for any from Noctis before settling for listening to newscasts from both the Insomnia and Tanebrae areas. They helped him to wake up, he'd found- at least until he could get some form of caffeine into his system.

...But Ravus was a (large) distraction to any semblance of routine. Especially this morning. But. Alas. It probably would be a long, drawn out day. Ravus was now a very busy man.]

Do you have time for a walk before you're needed?

I am just [Ravus sighs contently when Ignis' lips find his throat, lips twitching into a smile] an honest man.

[Personally, Ravus didn't hear either of their phones rings- the vibration itself would've woken him. Although he could be wrong- sleeping next to Ignis had proven to be extremely good for his night's rest. And health overall.

If Ravus was a distraction, then he doesn't know which word he could use for Ignis. Ever since he arrived, all he wanted to do was spend time in his company. It could be that he was starved for human contact, but he didn't usually want to spend time with anyone else. At least not the entire day.

His lips connect to Ignis' forehead, and then he rests his chin atop of the sandy strands of hair-]

I always have time for you. [No, seriously. Unless it's life-threatening, Ravus is ready to drop anything to spend time with Ignis.] Have something in mind, beautiful?

Edited 2018-12-05 22:55 (UTC)

And a flatterer.

[He states, as he moved the bridge of his nose against the crook of Ravus' neck, then trails his lips upto his chin. He shifts to half-support himself with his unoccupied arm, looking down at his face. The other finally moves from the other's waist, trailing to his navel- his gaze contemplative.]

Tell me if it's too soon. But I want to see the flowers your sister tended. I thought we might honour her memory by visiting them every morning.

Edited 2018-12-06 00:22 (UTC)

[Ravus' lips twitch. Okay, maybe he is a flatterer a bit. But that comes with age.

The kisses are most welcome, a beautiful way to rouse him from the foggy, sleepy state. His skin tingles underneath the warm touch, appreciating the fingers and the way they travel and tease.

But the request catches his attention. It's not something he thought Ignis would be interested in. But he sees no harm in showing him the sylleblossom fields. His human, the warm hand comes up to trace the thumb over Ignis' high cheekbone, then lets his fingers slip into the short hair.]

I will very gladly show you the blossoms. I wasn't aware you wanted to visit them with me every morning, however. [He shakes his head-] It is not too soon. You should have told me earlier.

You wouldn't have been aware. It's just something that has struck me now.

[The acceptance makes him grateful - because really, partner or not, Ravus was not someone who had to do as he said. Ignis, as a foreigner would have no right to direct him to do anything. He could refuse if he pleased. But he didn't.

He smiles faintly at the other's thumb glancing his cheekbone, the sensation of the sword roughened fingertips against his scalp causing him to tilt his head into the touches.]

Every day is stressful for you.

[He states, moving his head to glance each fingertip against his lips. Ravus had never shown it- at least not to him. The distant memory of his old temper was very much just that now- something long forgotten.]

And rightly so. Rebuilding a kingdom is something that most wouldn't be able to do regardless of their blood or... even training, in most cases. So, I want you to take one long walk at the start of every day in her fields.

[He finally raises his eyes to him, continuing to circle his navel with the backs of his fingertips.]

...Providing you're in agreement. There are other things to do of a morning which are considered quite stress-relieving too.

[That was the old, angry Ravus that wouldn't accept any suggestion except his own. But, years taught him how thoughtful and careful Ignis is, caring about every little detail, big or small. So he always took into consideration his opinion, especially these days when he's working on rebuilding Tenebrae.]

The stressful days are easy to handle with you around, [Ravus admits. He feels like he could take on the world with Ignis by his side.] And I would love to spend mornings in sylleblossom fields. I've been meaning to show you them but the flowers didn't bloom until recently. [It is what happens when the darkness ruins the soil for ten years.

The last part makes his lips twitch into a small smirk-]

That sounds extremely good as well. Should we keep it for the weekends? [They are always less busy and they even get to stay in bed longer, should they wish to.]

[Still, there was propriety. Whereas with Noctis he wouldn't hold back from suggesting small things, large things, all of the things really- he wanted this to be different. That wasn't to say that he wouldn't advise when asked, simply...

... well, Noct was the only one that brought out the mother hen in him. Every emotion had its place, and the last thing he would do with someone as he loved in an entirely different way would be to nag him. ...Unless asked. ...As sparingly as he could.

At the comment, he flashes his eyes to Ravus' own mismatched ones in a playful fashion- shifting slightly to brush his lips against Ravus' collarbone- taking all care to exhale warm air against it.]

I suggest we simply wake up earlier.

[Ravus tries not to bother Ignis with political stuff. It is not the main reason why the man is here. But he appreciates the insight and the help he gets when he's in a dilemma. He definitively doesn't want Ignis to waste time on political things of Tenebrae, he already has enough on his plate.

A soft sigh slips past his lips when Ignis' mouth touches his skin, eyes closing to enjoy the sensation. His hand comes up to brush through silky, sandy colored locks-]

That is yet another wonderful idea, [and with a playful smile, he uses his hand to encourage Ignis to come up to him for a kiss.]

[Modesty be damned, it was a good one. It might make the pair of them a little more tired in the evenings- but that meant more time in bed. An inspired idea, really.

He allows the other's fingers to muss his already mussed hair, flicking his eyes upto him almost playfully as he moves his hand from just above where his pubic hair started. He rests his palm on the bed, covering his shoulders with the sheet and moves to straddle the elder, supporting himself with his knees at either side of the other's hips- moving his hands once more to rest either side of his head.]

Thank you.

[He then leans down to meet his lips, the kiss long- lingering.]

[Ravus is not entirely sure what Ignis is thanking him for this time, and he doesn't have the time to dwell on it. Not that he wants to when he has his hands full of handsome, beautiful man, trapping him between his body and the bed, a blanket covering them both.

He really wouldn't mind if every morning started out like this.

The kiss is returned more than willingly, Ravus letting Ignis keep the pace he's comfortable with. He initiated this so it is only fair to let him have a lead. Ravus' hands rest on Ignis' hips, however, and then travel over his sides and small of his back.]

[And how far could this go with the limited time they have until one of their alarms would spoil it? That was the question. Ignis was not in the habit of oversleeping (In fact, he barely remembered ever doing it), but he'd still been careful enough to set an alarm on his phone for when he was required to be up and in the shower.

And a series of other ones- alarms for when he needed to be focusing on each part of his morning routine, and it would more than likely be enough to drive anyone other than a similarly early riser to launching the thing at the closest wall.

...Fortunately, Ravus seemed to have little problem with early mornings. But that is far from what Ignis himself is thinking right now.

Instead he's practically purring at the sensation of the other's soft lips against his own, the faint prickling of Ravus' morning stubble against the pads of his thumbs, combined with the faintly possessive hold on his hips and his the caresses- faintly ticklish at his sides, but practised enough with him to move to exactly where he liked to be touched.

He has to break for air- and he does- but he leans back down almost immediately afterwards, seeking to deepen the kiss.]

[This morning, Ravus is determined to ignore his own alarm. Maybe chuck it across the room, hoping it will break and stop distracting him.

Because Ignis deserves his undivided attention. His skin needs to be properly explored, every dip appreciated and every cut and scar loved properly. He tries to use his metal arm as little as possible, knowing it is a cold experience against the heated skin.

But his other hand doesn't hesitate to slip the fingers in the small of Ignis' back then run them up his back.
Who knew that at this age he would still be able to get excited like this? Maybe it's Ignis and that's okay. He doesn't care about anyone else in this way.

A soft groan accompanies the deeper kiss, his lips parting eagerly for Ignis' tongue to explore his mouth. A taste familiar by now, yet always so exciting. Electrifying.]

[The groan the other emits is indeed a turn-on. As was waking up to him- prosthetic or not, past or not, shared experiences of the Ring of the Lucii or not, he'd found that just being in the other's presence most of the time, let alone waking up to the other beside him was enough to be a turn-on.

The age difference, to Ignis, barely in his thirties and with someone approaching fourty, was even more of one. Ravus was old enough to have confidence in all matters- and most specifically- to know what he wanted and have no qualms about taking it- with none of the off-putting tentativeness displayed by younger men.

Indeed, Ravus was someone the younger of the pair found most attractive. Just as attractive as the smell of the pair of them, together, the both of them wore from the past night- the faint smell of the fields on Ravus paired with faint tones of his own cologne, the eagerness of his mouth, their tongues together, and Ravus' hand making its way to everywhere he liked.

The sensation is enough to make him break the kiss, straightening his back and allowing the faintest notes of a groan to come from his throat. He lowered his hips to move the curve of his ass against the other's growing hardness, stroking it with ... himself and a hand holding it to him.]

I believe that we have enough time. [He states, as he looks down to the other's face, feeling his own growing hardness against his leg. The blanket had long fallen from his shoulders, polling at Ravus' legs.] Will you let me do this?

[He already knew, but it was always good to ask.]

[Ravus loved how responsive Ignis is to his touches, to his kisses, to his presence. It is encouraging because it lets him know he isn't the only one who gets all worked up from being near the other.

Ignis' slow grind against his crotch gets Ravus' hand to return to the hip and grip a bit tighter, holding them in place so he can shift his own hips up, letting their erections brush against each other firmly for sweet friction. He cares not about time anymore- all he wants now is Ignis - more of his kisses, his touches, his body pressed against his own. Ravus never craved anyone like this.]

All yours, beautiful, [Ravus murmurs, lips pressed against Ignis' collarbone, teeth teasing the skin. But soon he settles back down, letting the younger man do as he pleases.]

[Time was important! He couldn't have Ravus late for an undoubtedly important day and all of the meetings with engineers, architects, diplomats, envoys, and everything else- things which concerned Tanebrae, things which he understood, as a Lucian envoy, he was not invited to.

It was all he could do to have him prepared and ready- and putting him in a good mood on top of that was a plus.

The confirmation, as well as the feel of his soft lips and sharp teeth, of course, the friction, makes his breath hitch as he looked down at him, shortly leaning to the side while still straddling him- in the task of securing a tube of lube from a dresser, where it had been placed the night before.]

Good.

[He murmurs, as he squeezes just enough into the palm of his hand, applying, and stroking it onto the other's erection.]

[His day might be filled with all kinds of meetings but he will always look for Ignis when he has free time and breaks. There is no way he will have lunch with some boring architect. He can chat with the guy when they are in the meeting.

And they are especially not important when Ignis has hand wrapped around him, slowly stroking him and spreading the lube properly. Ravus' mouth part, shakily taking in breaths, eyes flicking from Ignis' face to his hand. The feeling of his rough fingers feels too good and if Ignis wanted to, it would be easy for him to just stroke him to his peak like this.

But it wouldn't be fair for the man giving him so much pleasure.]

[Alas, no. While it was perfectly possible to simply pull the other off, he wanted him to think back on something today.

The sight of the other with his mouth parted, his chest rising and falling so rapidly makes him smile- his eyes following Ravus' own. That causes his smile to turn into a faint smirk - raising himself to line up the other's cock to his entrance.

He lowers his hips to impale himself on the other slowly, his head tipping back and mouth opening in a low gasp, flattened palm on the other's stomach curling.]

[And now he will look forward to it every morning.

His hold on Ignis' hips tightens when the man slowly lowers himself, breath catching in his throat and drawing out a long groan from him. He feels so good, looks even better when he's like this. It takes all the will not to pin this beautiful man to the bed and have his wicked way with him.

But he promised to let him do as he pleases so his hand finds Ignis' hardness to wrap fingers around it for slow strokes. It always distracts if there is any burn from stretching.]

[Fortunately, he's not in that much pain. Not really. The combination of the night before, preparing, and Ravus' slow strokes means that he doesn't have to stop for adjustment.

The discomfort isn't enough to make him need to pause, and soon enough the other is in him- as far as he can be- Ignis' insides taut around him. ]

You feel amazing.

[He utters, moving his hips slowly to either side, so Ravus can feel him, all of him.]

[Ravus is happy to see that there is no discomfort, that Ignis feels as good as he does. He grunts lowly at the teasing, watching those hips move like mesmerized.

He doesn't move his hand on Ignis' erection anymore, letting the man's movements acquire the strokes he desires.]

Nnn and you look stunning.

[Slightly flushed in the early morning Sun- Ignis is the perfection that Ravus is not sure he deserves.]

Flatterer.

[He repeats, reaching for the other's prosthetic. Normally, he wouldn't be fond of the thing. He couldn't say he was- he'd seen enough magitek infantrymen to last him a lifetime, and the way they moved was both disturbing and wholly frightening.

But, this wasn't a soulless thing. It was cold, yes. Pointed in places which could do damage, even accidentally, and the man that controlled it was far from soulless.

So he pulls at it, encouraging the other to wrap it around his waist to support him as he rode him, raising his hips upward and down slowly at first, but with an increasing pace- breath soon coming in quick pants.]

[He refrains from using his hand too much when they are like this- it is cold, sharp metal and certainly not pleasant. The only thing its good at is ripping clothes off- like that one night when they both had a bit too much wine and Ravus was a bit too eager to take off Ignis' shirt. Needless to say, it was ripped to shreds with one move.

But when Ignis encourages him to use it, he does. His grip on Ignis' hips is firm and careful, helping him maintain balance as he rode him. But this also means that in most cases Ravus will also take an advantage of the situation.

Like now- before Ignis manages to lower himself, Ravus meets him with his hips thrusting up, always looking for that one spot that will make his lover cry out in pleasure.]

[He should have expected that. If anything, he'd long accepted the submissive side of their relationship, even if the idea of not having complete control was something which was normally quite off-putting for him, and not anything he'd accepted with other partners. With Ravus though, it was different- and even when the mood took him to be pinned down and undone in the roughest of ways, it was never something he had no control in.

He'd taken a unique pleasure in little things that he very well knew pressed all of the other's buttons- and when they'd both tired, fallen together in mutual exhaustion, he'd known that he'd always given as good as what he'd got.

This was no different than that, really. Just reversed. Whereas now, he indeed had the majority of the control, Ravus indeed was looking to take advantage- and he should have found it with a sharp, uncharacteristically loud gasp from the younger of the pair's lips, accompanied by a dribble of pre-cum to the elder's stomach.]

Ah-!

[Blinding. Yet with that, he allows himself a shaky breath before he forces his hips all the way down, grinding his hips on the king- tightening his insides as much as he could to elict the same reaction.]

[Ravus just wants to give back as much as he's getting, and right now, he's getting a lot. A perfect view of his lover, the sound of his voice, the way his eyes are trained only on him, the way their movements meet in sync. Ignis is always free to voice what he wants and doesn't, the same way he allows Ravus to do so. And if he wanted to take Ravus at some point, he'd be more than happy to switch.

After the initial few upward thrusts, Ravus calms his hips down, knowing that he's on the proper angle for Ignis to lower himself on. And the moan just confirms it for him. A low groan follows from Ravus, his fingers digging into that sensitive, pale hip.]

So beautiful...

[He can feel the precum dripping on his skin, but refuses to touch him, wanting to try and bring him to his orgasm with as little touching as he can.]

[Ignis hadn't thought himself even capable of blushing. Yet, to his faint dismay he is- a combination of things is forcing colour to rise to his cheeks. The first being how deep the other was inside him, the fact that he'd chosen just the right angle to have him practically wordless with delirium almost immediately.

The other is that hand on his hip - guiding - digging in - in indeed, a very sensitive area. One which when touched even with fabrics between skin, would give Ignis room to pause. Without? Well.

The third was him- seeing him, through an unsteady, half focused gaze, lying there - the past ten years having taken no toll at all on him save for a more wise, less pained and significantly less irritated look in his mismatched eyes. His body, Ignis had noted long before now, had not changed even slightly - still possessive of both the genetic traits of his blood- fairness and an otherworldly type of beauty- mixed with the strength of form that only training and discipline could provide.

The fourth...? The fact that even with all this in consideration, the other man saw fit to call him beautiful. Again. He opens his mouth to protest, to utter something akin to 'flatterer' once more, but he can't - instead a deep moan coming from him as he continued to move his hips, his cock crying out for attention and his heart seeming as if it would burst from his chest.]

[Ravus would be majorly disappointed in himself if he hadn't learned where Ignis' sweet spot was. And he loved teasing it- either by his fingers or his thrusts. It always left his lover speechless and so wonderfully flushed, moaning in pleasure.

He loved exploiting all the sensitive areas he found out during this time they are together. The area around his hip he didn't expect to be so responsive to the briefest of touches- Ravus finds amazing delight in having his lips and teeth nip there. As well as the insides of those thighs.

Overall, his Ignis was amazing and Ravus loved every bit of him- from his soul to every corner of his body, every scar, and sigh.
He has a breathless smile on his face when Ignis moans out and lets him dictate completely the pace he lowers himself down. Ravus will give his best to hold back his own orgasm, just to see Ignis come first- that look of bliss on his face and Ravus' name on his lips.]

[Ravus wouldn't have to wait very long for that at all. Ignis was close- he'd intended to last longer, but the sustained manipulation of his prostate made that impossible, especially when it was matched with the other's hand digging into such a sensitive area - as well as the feeling of that metal arm against his back - warmed significantly by now but still so cold against his lightly sweating skin.]

I-I'm going to--

[His moan drops a few octaves, needing- almost pained- a warning that he absolutely couldn't last much longer. Were it not for the other supporting him both at the back and the hip, his movements would have been rough, unfocused. But he is supported, his hand moving, almost tentatively, to his own cock- insides seemingly shuddering and the waves of pleasure were very apparently coming to a head - his orgasm moments away.]

[Wanting to keep going and stave off the orgasm is a wonderful idea- something that they will definitively follow through when they are not as excited as they are now.

Ravus groans at the sight- he doesn't get to see Ignis pleasuring himself often. And it is a cure for sore eyes. He looks so disheveled and flushed and on brink of orgasm, and Ravus is as well. His hips are meeting Ignis' movements slightly, not being able to hold back anymore- not when he's this close.]

M-Me too... Ignis-- come for me-

[because Ravus will definitively come for him in the following few thrusts.]

[Another day, perhaps. When they had all the time in the world to play with each other. Ignis himself would be quite unsure as to when that day would come, but it was a nice enough thought.

Not like his thoughts are on that now. Every one of his thoughts were rattled, screaming for release, the lower half of his body taught- almost shaking with tension. He moved his hips upward a few inches, allowing the other to finally get the friction of forcing himself inside and half-out of him- each thrust causing his legs to shake as his sweet spot is jolted, again and again.

He had to drop his hand from himself to rest his weight between his shaking legs and his straightened arms, fingers curling at the other's ribs. He forces his eyes open to look at him, mouth parted in a breathless pant as he regards Ravus- the infinitely beautiful combination of strength and uncommon beauty which is fucking him so very well, the way his chest is rising and falling rapidly, the way his pale eyebrows are furrowing like that with every thrust, and the way he's clinging to him as if they're both drowning.

It's too much-- far, far too much- and he orgasms with a cry of the other's name which would indeed be loud enough to send all of the new king's attendants and own guards rushing in, should the walls of these rooms not be as thick as they are.

His hands curl tight enough against the other's skin to leave little red marks (not scratches, not gouges- he took too much care of his grooming to ever let his nails grow long enough to do that) on the other's skin as he finishes, trying so hard to keep his eyes open and on the other's face as he comes in thick streams all over the other's toned stomach.]

[As long as Ignis remains around, there is no doubt it will happen. Ravus is addicted to him, to his presence, to his attention. To all of him.

Ravus wouldn't mind if those marks went even deeper- they felt good. And combined with Ignis' voice and his expression - and Ravus can't hold back anymore himself. He comes with a loud grunt, keeping now his lover's hips down as he reaches his peak. He's completely out of breath, eyes closed shut tightly and back lightly arching off of the bed.

It felt divine. Every time they manage to come together like this, at the almost exact same time, Ravus feels happy. In fact, he's always happy when he makes Ignis come, regardless if he himself comes.

His hips still, but his hand slowly runs up and down Ignis' side and over his lower stomach. He gives him a lazy smile from where he's lying and enjoying the view.]

...I'm blessed to have you...

[Ravus was by far the more eloquent of the pair immediately afterward.

Ignis himself couldn't speak- a series of open-mouthed gasps took priority, his body hunched to the side and only not toppling over for the strength of the mechanical arm that held him to, even as it rested.

His gaze is distant, body wracked with a series of sensations from head to toe in afterglow - from how soft, how smooth, but how firm the muscles of the other's abdomen felt beneath his fingers, to a large drop of sweat moving down his spine, to the feel of the other still inside of him, the feeling of being filled entirely with him, to the other's fingers going up his sides, causing him to tilt his head back and again, open his eyes.]

F-flatterer.

[He states, his voice cracking- before he leans over, careful enough to not hurt him, but determined to meet the other's lips with his own, and run his fingers through the other's soft, pale, mess of hair.

Every single disjointed, aborted, half-formed, erratic thought came into one. He shouldn't have said it. He knew he shouldn't have said it- but he does. It's not sex that makes him say it. He's never said it, just off that alone. Instead, sex is simply what loosens it.]

I love you. So much.

[Ravus manages a breathless chuckle as Ignis leans down to kiss him. And he kisses back, as best as he could in his frazzled state. Because Ignis always makes a mess out of him. Of his thoughts, of his body, of his being- and then puts it all back together and Ravus could never feel better than that.

He's not a flatterer- he's honest. He's always been honest, especially with Ignis. The man gave him everything and barely asked anything in return.

When those words slip from Ignis' lips, Ravus' heart feels like it will come to a stop. That his age is catching up on him finally and he'll die right here and now. He wouldn't mind it either- it would be the best way to die- in Ignis' arms.

He cups Ignis' flushed face with his human hand, thumb tracing his high cheekbone as he presses their foreheads together.]

...I love you too.

[It didn't matter that this wouldn't last forever, or that eventually he'd be recalled back to Lucis. Noctis had given him all the time he could, but he'd have to go back eventually. But all of that was distant- it seemed so far away when what was apparent and what was prominent was the beauty of the other in the weak light provided by the sun rising over miles of flower fields that surrounded Tanebrae.

Especially when the other was doing that.

It would be all right, he thought. Even if he was recalled, Ravus could visit him in time. He carefully lifts himself from the other's body and the not-so-human arm, settling at the side of him on the bed, lightly touching his forehead to his once more before tilting his head to cover his throat in a series of kisses, fingers curling in the other's tresses of white hair.]

I mean it.

[Perhaps some distance will separate them, but that will never lessen his feelings for Ignis. They didn't wane from that day in Altissia, and they don't seem like they will any time now. In fact- they are getting stronger by every passing second.

He smiles, tilting his head to let Ignis do as he pleases with his neck, his hand gently running fingers through his love's hair.]

So do I.

[The distance would be far. But they could call each other between visits. There was always that. Small comfort as it might be, it would be enough... as Ravus was worth waiting for. He rests himself on his forearms and elbows as he continues to place adoring, light kisses to the other's skin- working down to his collarbone and his (human) shoulder. It seems he's just about to say something, flicking his eyes up to the other when-

Yes. That's his alarm.]

Unfortunately, we've missed our walk. On our first day. How terrible.

[He half-laughs against the other's skin, the sound gentle.]

And we both need a shower.

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