[He wanted more and for a moment, Aden almost gave it to him. Ignis' leg wrapped around his and Aden moaned again, soft and muffled into his mouthful of flesh, but there. He pressed his body down, using his bulk to pin the boy to the bed, feeling him under him, feeling his need.
For a moment, his rules flew out the window. Fortunately for his sanity and reputation (though that was a very far thought for a much later time), they were only gone for that moment.
He pulled back with a defeated groan, nipping lightly at the boy's lips as he finally released him and sat up onto his knees, his hands still resting lightly against that pale, perfect skin.]
You will be the death of me, boy. Of that, I have no doubt. I will, however, be taking you with me.
[Which was the only warning Ignis got before that flat palm landed hard on the inside of his left thigh.]
[That second groan spurs Ignis on, causing him to press up into Aden when the man settles his weight on him. The friction between them is delightful and every little motion just makes it more so. Ignis lets himself get so caught up in the feeling that Aden isn't the only one who lets out a defeated groan when he pulls away. Still, as his green eyes reappear from behind closed eyelids, they are hungry, needy and hopeful. He knows Aden isn't done. He can tell that much by the look on his face. All he has to do is be patient and he won't be disappointed.]
Yes! [When the blow lands Ignis all but arches off the bed, head thrown back, eyes squeezed tightly shut. His hands fist in the bedding and he comes within a hair's breadth of falling into release. Oddly enough, it's the reminder that he has one more count to call that stops him. Even so, he can feel dampness on his stomach when he pants out the count.]
[The boy arched up off the bed and Aden had to swallow the urge to sink his teeth into the welt rising on the tender skin of Ignis' inner thigh. It would already hurt to walk for a few days, the skin would be oversensitive to even the gentle brush of slacks...but the need to truly mark the boy was strong. Claim him. Maybe even, in some dark and distant fantasy that Aden refused to admit to even himself, collar him.
Even just the thought of dark leather stretched tight against that pale throat was enough to coax another almost helpless sound from him.]
You have no idea what being with me means, my love. This? This is gentle compared to what I want to do to you...
Yes, I d-do. [Despite the hazy, warm need in the eyes that just slit open, Ignis isn't just saying what he is because he's lost in the sensation. He's seen Aden work with his blades. It's a dance just as beautiful and deadly as his own, but in Aden's hands more than destruction and death bloom. He's told no one, but he's lost track of how many times after watching a session he's found himself daydreaming of what he would like carved into his own body. Most would call him insane, but he can't stop thinking about how much of an honor it would be to carry a permanent mark of Aden's passion upon his body.]
There was desperation in Ignis' voice, of course...but there was also an honesty in it. A sureness that stroked something dark and sleeping in Aden's chest. It was a thing that had only gotten to stretch it's legs during the occasional party where someone was brave enough to pick up a scene with him, or during a session that was less about hurting someone and more about the art of it.
It was wholly unsatisfying and then here comes this beautiful creature under him and that dark something shook off it's sleep and Aden lost his battle with his willpower. Leaning forward, he fit himself snugly into the crux of the boy's legs, groaning low against his ear as he rocked his clothed cock against Ignis' ass.]
I'm going to hurt you. Do you understand me? I'm going to hurt you and if you can cum while I do it, you may. But if you can't, you will wait.
[He barely waited for the boy's sign of acknowledgement before he was sliding his hands along the thighs wrapped around his waist...and expertly digging his fingers into the pressure point where muscle overlapped muscle.]
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Date: 2019-06-12 05:04 am (UTC)For a moment, his rules flew out the window. Fortunately for his sanity and reputation (though that was a very far thought for a much later time), they were only gone for that moment.
He pulled back with a defeated groan, nipping lightly at the boy's lips as he finally released him and sat up onto his knees, his hands still resting lightly against that pale, perfect skin.]
You will be the death of me, boy. Of that, I have no doubt. I will, however, be taking you with me.
[Which was the only warning Ignis got before that flat palm landed hard on the inside of his left thigh.]
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Date: 2019-07-04 02:27 am (UTC)Yes!
[When the blow lands Ignis all but arches off the bed, head thrown back, eyes squeezed tightly shut. His hands fist in the bedding and he comes within a hair's breadth of falling into release. Oddly enough, it's the reminder that he has one more count to call that stops him. Even so, he can feel dampness on his stomach when he pants out the count.]
Ten.
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Date: 2019-07-25 03:54 am (UTC)Even just the thought of dark leather stretched tight against that pale throat was enough to coax another almost helpless sound from him.]
You have no idea what being with me means, my love. This? This is gentle compared to what I want to do to you...
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Date: 2019-08-07 02:43 am (UTC)[Despite the hazy, warm need in the eyes that just slit open, Ignis isn't just saying what he is because he's lost in the sensation. He's seen Aden work with his blades. It's a dance just as beautiful and deadly as his own, but in Aden's hands more than destruction and death bloom. He's told no one, but he's lost track of how many times after watching a session he's found himself daydreaming of what he would like carved into his own body. Most would call him insane, but he can't stop thinking about how much of an honor it would be to carry a permanent mark of Aden's passion upon his body.]
Please!
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Date: 2019-08-28 09:19 pm (UTC)There was desperation in Ignis' voice, of course...but there was also an honesty in it. A sureness that stroked something dark and sleeping in Aden's chest. It was a thing that had only gotten to stretch it's legs during the occasional party where someone was brave enough to pick up a scene with him, or during a session that was less about hurting someone and more about the art of it.
It was wholly unsatisfying and then here comes this beautiful creature under him and that dark something shook off it's sleep and Aden lost his battle with his willpower. Leaning forward, he fit himself snugly into the crux of the boy's legs, groaning low against his ear as he rocked his clothed cock against Ignis' ass.]
I'm going to hurt you. Do you understand me? I'm going to hurt you and if you can cum while I do it, you may. But if you can't, you will wait.
[He barely waited for the boy's sign of acknowledgement before he was sliding his hands along the thighs wrapped around his waist...and expertly digging his fingers into the pressure point where muscle overlapped muscle.]