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: 2019-08-07 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.]
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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.]