[The punishment was purely self-imposed. Aden wasn't terribly fond of punishments that weren't strictly stated as such. If he were going to punish Ignis for anything, there wouldn't be any doubt as to if it were a true punishment or not. And he certainly wouldn't have been so gentle about it.
Still, he understood Ignis' need to punish himself, so while he didn't particularly like the idea of his boy thinking like that, he didn't deny him it, either. Instead, he just focused on his work, driving away those knots with hard thumbs and the heel of his hand and eventually Ignis tipped from wincing and gasping to actual relaxation.]
Good boy.
[The praise was murmured against damp blond hair, followed by a kiss, and then Aden was carefully supporting the boy to keep him from slipping under the water as he worked. And once all those lean muscles were loose and pliant, he took his time to wash his boy. Hair first, then a soft cloth over his skin, all followed by gentle fingers to make sure all the suds were gone.
Only then did he rouse his boy from his doze.]
Wake up, Dearheart. I'd love to carry you to bed, but those beautiful legs of yours would drag on the ground if I tried...
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Date: 2019-01-15 05:17 pm (UTC)Still, he understood Ignis' need to punish himself, so while he didn't particularly like the idea of his boy thinking like that, he didn't deny him it, either. Instead, he just focused on his work, driving away those knots with hard thumbs and the heel of his hand and eventually Ignis tipped from wincing and gasping to actual relaxation.]
Good boy.
[The praise was murmured against damp blond hair, followed by a kiss, and then Aden was carefully supporting the boy to keep him from slipping under the water as he worked. And once all those lean muscles were loose and pliant, he took his time to wash his boy. Hair first, then a soft cloth over his skin, all followed by gentle fingers to make sure all the suds were gone.
Only then did he rouse his boy from his doze.]
Wake up, Dearheart. I'd love to carry you to bed, but those beautiful legs of yours would drag on the ground if I tried...