[The bath was hot enough to fog the mirrors but not hot enough to burn and Aden had paid very careful attention to exactly how the pale skin of his Ignis reacted as the younger man had been instructed to lower himself into it. Any signs of it being scolding and on went the tap, no 'ifs' or 'buts' allowed.]
[The only answer Aden gets at first is a contented sigh as Ignis lets the warmth wash over him. He's too exhausted emotionally and physically for more, though he knows he only has himself to blame for that. Himself and his own overwhelming stubbornness. It honestly hadn't taken him that long to realize cutting himself off from Aden had been the absolutely worst decision he could have made in the situation, but instead of admitting the mistake, he'd just pushed and pushed until he shattered, leaving Gladio to pick up the pieces so that Aden could put them back together.
He was beyond fortunate that Aden was so willing to take up the task. He would have been well within his rights to just dump the pieces into the trash and wash his hands of the trouble, yet he had not. Despite the fact Ignis had thrown away all they had worked on; despite him breaking the trust they had established; despite his own weaknesses and flaws. He'd let his fear get the better of him. Let the panic of being forced to choose between the direction of his prince and the direction of the man who'd taught him to live again control him in a way it should never have. Ignis was more than smart enough to have found a way to resolve the conflict between the two and he hadn't. He'd just folded like a house of cards.]
I'm sorry.
[The words drift softly across the water Ignis has submerged himself to his chin in. He's lost track of how many times he's said it over the course of the night, the statement both expressing far too little and too much all at the same time.]
[The tub was huge, made of some kind of stone and designed by Aden himself. There was bench built into the side at just the perfect level that Aden could sit and comfortably be able to reach the body inside. It had been designed to handle Aden's bloodier impulses, but it worked just as well for pampering as it did for pain.
Or both.
Rolling up the sleeves of his shirt, Aden settled down on that bench, reaching out to lightly stroke a finger over his boy's lips.]
Hush, now. Don't make me say it again.
[One more gentle stroke over those soft lips, then Aden's hands smoothed back to settle on Ignis' shoulders...and he frowned when he felt the knots that had developed there in his absence.]
You haven't been taking care of yourself, dearest. Be still, this isn't going to feel good at first.
[Oh, hey. Who knew massages could hurt. Of course, that might be normal when getting one from a sadist.]
[Despite how tired Ignis is, the urge to flick his tongue against the fingers that so gently touch his lips immediately bubbles up into his mind. This is not the time to push boundaries or even explore to find new ones, though, and Ignis knows it, so he fights the urge back and instead focuses on not letting himself tense as Aden's hands move to his shoulders. He's well aware of how bad the knots are and how much undoing them will hurt.
This is why taking care of himself is suppose to be a given not a choice.
Ignis tries his hardest not to flinch as Aden goes to work on the knots, though he can't stop the involuntary reactions of muscles far too tense and strained. His breath hitches at times when a particular knot requires more work than another and each time the pain flairs he reminds himself that Aden had asked him only one thing when he walked away and this is why he had asked it of him
[Well, Ignis wasn't given a choice about the massage if nothing else. Aden worked carefully and completely, ignoring the sounds his beautiful boy was making in favor of instead finding each and every one of those troublesome knots. It wasn't quick by any stretch of the imagination, but he wasn't actively trying to hurt the other man, either.
He soothed each particularly bad knot with a stroke of his fingers over the growing bruise...and more than once, he pressed a kiss to the top of the blond's head in apology. For as careful and sympathetic as he was, however...Aden didn't stop until the adviser was unbound, or Ignis called it off.]
[There will be no calling it off. Not when Ignis feels he deserves the pain for what amounts to a gross betrayal of Aden's trust and all they'd worked on together. Of course, he doesn't really get to feel his self-imposed punishment for long because as soon as the knots start coming undone, there is relief right along with the pain, relief he hasn't felt in so long it's magnified several times what it normally would be. It's not long before he starts drifting, sensations all blending together until it becomes hard to tell where one starts and another ends.
Eventually, the involuntary muscle jerks stop and the sounds that slip from his mouth are softer, shifting away from pained and into something much more relaxed.
Why, he might even be able to fall asleep like this. How long has it been since he slept deeply let alone for more than an hour or two?]
[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...
[The fact that Aden doesn't attempt to correct the thoughts that he must know Ignis is having is just one more thing he is grateful for. Even if Aden isn't going to formally punish him for this, Ignis needs something, something to use as a bookend, a touch point for his mind so that when he comes up against it, he can use it to remind himself this time is done and past. It's not meant to be lingered on.
It's the only way he's ever going to stop apologizing both to Aden and himself since it's his own body he's wrecked with his foolishness.
The doze is just the start of the healing process for body and mind, but all too soon Aden is gently coaxing him up from it. At first his mind resists because he's missed the quiet drift so much, but eventually a small smile crosses his face.]
I could just stay here... [But he doesn't. Instead, he slowly starts to pull himself up from the bath, trusting in the hands he knows will be there to steady him should he need them.]
[The hands that he expects are just where he expects them to be, steadying him as he stepped out, then wrapping him in an over sized towel. He didn't offer the younger man his glasses back, instead slipping them into the breast pocket of his waist coat.
Now wasn't the time for Ignis to collect himself, after all.
Reaching over, he tugged the stopper free from the plug and once it was draining, he gently nudged his boy along from bathroom back into his bedroom. More specifically, towards his bed.]
Lay down, you cheeky thing. Before I give you a swat you'd feel all week.
[To his credit, Ignis doesn't ask for his glasses, though he thinks about it. The thought is a brief one, quickly pushed away by the realization he doesn't want things to be crystal clear right now. He's happy to let himself be guided to the bedroom and to the bed, though he can't help but get one more little dig in as he settles onto the bed.]
You shouldn't tempt me so if you want me to behave. [Though it is no one's fault but his own, Ignis suddenly realizes it's been far too long since he had a reminder to carry with him. Hopefully, that will be fixed very soon.]
[On one hand, the boy was exhausted and underfed and all but ready to pass out even after so little on Aden's part. More over, he wanted the boy to sleep. Wanted to see the dark rings under those beautiful eyes fade away with care and good health. Wanted to watch the exhaustion ease from that perfect body, melting away into a good mattress and warm blankets.
On the other hand, Ignis was a cheeky little fucker and sometimes the best way to get him to really relax enough to truly rest was to tan that pretty hide a little. He didn't want to risk working Ignis up to the point where he couldn't rest at all...but his hands did itch to leave their marks on that pale skin.
In the end, he nudged the boy over a little so that he could perch on the edge of the bed...and gave very little warning before he brought his hand down in a sharp, though light, smack against one bare ass cheek.]
You get ten tonight, Dearest. More in the morning if you sleep well enough. Count them, please.
[Ignis draws in a sharp breath when the slap comes. He hadn't expected Aden to give in to his tease, but oh is he glad he did. Air shakily slips back out of his mouth alongside a soft groan as something unties itself deep inside of him, relaxing him even more than he already was. Unconsciously, he moves to allow Aden better access to his body and then does as he's been bade.]
One. [It's amazing how quickly the tired fuzziness in his brain shifts over into a different kind of fuzziness, something that leaves him needing, but also free of everything that has torn him apart over the last few months, bonds falling away with every slap that comes.]
Aden measured each swat, each landing of his hard, flat palm against the pale skin of Ignis' ass. He wanted even coverage, nothing that would hit a pressure point or leave an uneven bruise...but he also wanted to leave his boy squirming every time he sat the next day.
In addition, the beautiful way the younger man surrendered to the pain, opened up for it...relished it. It was enough to make his breath hitch his chest and he made it to 'six' before he rested his now warm palm against Ignis' heated ass. He squeezed just enough to hurt, and while the boy was wonderfully distracted, he leaned over just enough to grab the small jar from his bedside table.
It had been a long time since he'd last had a lover. The least he could do was put his lube in something appealing to the eye.
His hand drew away, but only for a moment and when it returned, it was in the form of a long finger sliding just past that ring of muscle.]
Don't lose count.
[Which was the only warning Ignis got before he received another swat, this one from Aden's right hand instead of his left. Mostly because his left was working it's way deeper into his boy's body.]
[There will certainly be squirming tomorrow, but it's not something that is being saved just for then. Ignis is too worn to maintain his usual levels of stillness, though his movements aren't enough to disrupt Aden's aim. Honestly, they are more shivers and shudders than actual squirming, small things that match the sounds of the soft sighs and not so soft moans that fill the space between number counts.
Embarrassingly enough, Ignis almost whines when Aden changes tactics, the gentleness not quite what he's wanting at the moment no matter how good the touch feels against his heated skin. The sound is locked away behind a small half-smile quickly, though. Ignis trusts Aden, but he also knows how much the man likes to throw curve balls his way. His brain may be too fuzzy to figure out what that curve ball might be right now, but that doesn't mean he's not curious to find out.
Aden doesn't make him wait long and his reward for that is a shudder longer and stronger than any of the previous ones have been. For an instant Ignis' whole body tenses, but has relaxed again before his next breath can finish escaping his mouth, the soft, though ragged, sound followed by a low groan.
Bloody hell, keeping count is going to be much harder now. The only saving grace Ignis has is that there are so few numbers left.]
Aden's breath hitched ever so slightly and he gripped that overheated ass hard enough to bruise. He absolutely loved hearing this usually so precise and collected man lose it. And to be the cause of that stutter?
He twisted his finger deeper inside, giving Ignis' prostate a few teasing touches. Then he eased his hand back, pausing just with the tip of his finger inside.
Eight. And this time, he slide two fingers into the boy under him in one, merciless stroke.]
Scream for me, my beautiful. Let me hear exactly what I'm doing to you. And..if you're really good, I'll let you come.
[If it was hard getting 'seven' out, those teasing touches against his prostate make eight come out more of a needy whine than a number as his toes and fingers curl into the bed anew. He usually doesn't have issues waiting until he is told to come, but the teasing, plus how long it's been is testing his control. Despite the testing, though, he wants to obey and focusing on that helps. It helps until that request and the merciless stroke hit him both at the same time causing stars to burst behind his eyes and driving his breath from him just for a moment before it returns.]
Nine!
[Honestly, the count is more scream than number--harsh and desperate--though if it will be good enough is up to Aden. Ignis is too busy fighting against the tide of pleasure to think about repeating the number. He's just doing his best to hold on for one more count.]
Aden groaned, a rare thing from him. He was a careful man, always trying his absolute best to assure his bottoms that he expected nothing from them that they were not willing to offer. And even if they did offer it, he never excepted.
He was a careful man, but he was a passionate one, as well. He needed to know that his lovers trusted him with their entire being before he allowed sex to enter the equation. The result was that he'd earned the well deserved reputation of a man with iron willpower.
Except, of course, for the boy currently splayed out on his bed.
He stroked his fingers in and out of that beautiful body as he eased himself onto the bed. On his knees. The rough fabric of his slacks chaffing against the heated and bruised skin of Ignis' ass. And, of course, the hard press of Aden's cock against him.
There was iron, but it certainly wasn't his will. Not then.]
[Ignis' whole body shudders and tightens at the sudden change in feeling when Aden presses against him, the way he rocks back into the man without hesitation making it clear he doesn't mind Aden's actions in the slightest. Lowly, he groans in his throat, the sound needy and pleading at all once. Actions and sounds come easier than words right now, but Ignis struggles back through the haze clouding his mind for this, heat nearly dripping from the words when he finally manages to form them.]
Please. Let me... I want to do more for you.
[Later he won't remember twisting so he can look back at Aden without moving the rest of his body, but Ignis does, green eyes glittering brightly with the force of his wish. He knows he doesn't deserve it, to hold this power over Aden, but he cherishes it nonetheless. A soft whine slips from his mouth and he rocks back against Aden again with more force this time. There is so much he wishes, but right now what he wishes the most is that Aden would put something besides that iron will of his to the test.]
[It was almost his undoing, this boy with his satin words and perfect body. Those bright green eyes dark with desire and pure, unabashed want. Aden groaned, low and deep in his chest, closing his eyes tightly as his hips jerked forward of their own accord. The rough spin of his slacks rubbed harshly against both the boy's heated skin and his own cock...but he only dug his fingers harder into Ignis' hip to keep himself from unfastening the zip.]
Oh, you wicked, wicked boy.
[The words were steel and he sucked in a deep breath to fortify the will that he'd once been so well known for before he pulled back, sliding his fingers free of the welcoming body under him.
One moment Ignis was on his front, legs splayed and welcoming. The next, Aden's hands were rough on his hips, flipping him over with an ease that would be shocking to someone who hadn't seen the muscle under the suit. It was a rough motion, primal and harsh...and no doubt, it was a clue to the kind of lover this man would prove himself to be.
But not today.]
I should spank your ass for real...
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[When Aden pulls away, Ignis almost groans in disappointment, but before the sound can pass his lips, he's being flipped over causing him to swallow the sound and draw in a startled breath instead. By the time he's on the bed again, the breath has burst back out of him in a soft laugh. There is almost no time between Aden's threat leaving his mouth and Ignis pulling himself up and wrapping his arms around the man's neck, eager lips pressing into Aden's own, trying to burn away that iron will with the very heat roaring inside of him.
He draws back after a moment, not very far but enough that he can meet Aden's gaze with is own half-lidded one.]
That sounds more like encouragement than a warning. Shall I start counting again? There was at least one more number to go. [He leans forward again, pressing his lips back against Aden's and then whispers.]
[The kiss caught him completely off guard and the sound he made into it was a sound that no one else had heard since he'd left Tenebrae. He moaned. It was soft, but it was there, and he met that kiss with one of his own, following the boy back down to the bed.
His breathing was noticeably heavier by the time that second kiss broke, and the sass...well, the sass set his body afire. He didn't even pause to think, simply grabbed Ignis' wrists and pinned them down securely before he bowed his head and sank his teeth into the muscle where neck met shoulder.
It wasn't hard enough to draw blood, but it was going to leave a beautiful bruise. Especially since he seemed hell bent to leave a hickey as well as a bite mark.]
[That moan makes Ignis go absolutely weak which is why Aden has no trouble pushing him back on the bed and pinning his wrists. How can he not go weak when that sound is so beautiful and new? He wants to hear it over and over again, even if that means he has to work his ass off to get it.
As soon as Aden's teeth close over his shoulder, Ignis all but howls his pleasure, arching up into the other man as hard as he can. He pulls to try and free his wrists, but puts no real effort into it. All he wants to do is feel the restraint against them, to know it's there, and to relish in the lack of control even with the challenge that also hangs in the air.
Without really thinking about it, Ignis wraps one of his legs over Aden's, pulling the man as close as he can. Astrals, he wants so much more, but his words are gone again, so he lets his actions speak instead.]
[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...
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Date: 2019-01-01 08:34 am (UTC)Relax, my dearheart. Let me pamper you.
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Date: 2019-01-01 10:31 am (UTC)He was beyond fortunate that Aden was so willing to take up the task. He would have been well within his rights to just dump the pieces into the trash and wash his hands of the trouble, yet he had not. Despite the fact Ignis had thrown away all they had worked on; despite him breaking the trust they had established; despite his own weaknesses and flaws. He'd let his fear get the better of him. Let the panic of being forced to choose between the direction of his prince and the direction of the man who'd taught him to live again control him in a way it should never have. Ignis was more than smart enough to have found a way to resolve the conflict between the two and he hadn't. He'd just folded like a house of cards.]
I'm sorry.
[The words drift softly across the water Ignis has submerged himself to his chin in. He's lost track of how many times he's said it over the course of the night, the statement both expressing far too little and too much all at the same time.]
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Date: 2019-01-01 10:40 am (UTC)Or both.
Rolling up the sleeves of his shirt, Aden settled down on that bench, reaching out to lightly stroke a finger over his boy's lips.]
Hush, now. Don't make me say it again.
[One more gentle stroke over those soft lips, then Aden's hands smoothed back to settle on Ignis' shoulders...and he frowned when he felt the knots that had developed there in his absence.]
You haven't been taking care of yourself, dearest. Be still, this isn't going to feel good at first.
[Oh, hey. Who knew massages could hurt. Of course, that might be normal when getting one from a sadist.]
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Date: 2019-01-13 10:27 am (UTC)This is why taking care of himself is suppose to be a given not a choice.
Ignis tries his hardest not to flinch as Aden goes to work on the knots, though he can't stop the involuntary reactions of muscles far too tense and strained. His breath hitches at times when a particular knot requires more work than another and each time the pain flairs he reminds himself that Aden had asked him only one thing when he walked away and this is why he had asked it of him
Given. Not choice.]
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Date: 2019-01-14 07:49 pm (UTC)He soothed each particularly bad knot with a stroke of his fingers over the growing bruise...and more than once, he pressed a kiss to the top of the blond's head in apology. For as careful and sympathetic as he was, however...Aden didn't stop until the adviser was unbound, or Ignis called it off.]
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Date: 2019-01-15 02:21 am (UTC)Eventually, the involuntary muscle jerks stop and the sounds that slip from his mouth are softer, shifting away from pained and into something much more relaxed.
Why, he might even be able to fall asleep like this. How long has it been since he slept deeply let alone for more than an hour or two?]
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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...
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Date: 2019-01-30 04:19 am (UTC)It's the only way he's ever going to stop apologizing both to Aden and himself since it's his own body he's wrecked with his foolishness.
The doze is just the start of the healing process for body and mind, but all too soon Aden is gently coaxing him up from it. At first his mind resists because he's missed the quiet drift so much, but eventually a small smile crosses his face.]
I could just stay here...
[But he doesn't. Instead, he slowly starts to pull himself up from the bath, trusting in the hands he knows will be there to steady him should he need them.]
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Date: 2019-02-04 06:23 am (UTC)Now wasn't the time for Ignis to collect himself, after all.
Reaching over, he tugged the stopper free from the plug and once it was draining, he gently nudged his boy along from bathroom back into his bedroom. More specifically, towards his bed.]
Lay down, you cheeky thing. Before I give you a swat you'd feel all week.
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Date: 2019-02-09 02:40 pm (UTC)You shouldn't tempt me so if you want me to behave.
[Though it is no one's fault but his own, Ignis suddenly realizes it's been far too long since he had a reminder to carry with him. Hopefully, that will be fixed very soon.]
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Date: 2019-02-14 10:22 am (UTC)On the other hand, Ignis was a cheeky little fucker and sometimes the best way to get him to really relax enough to truly rest was to tan that pretty hide a little. He didn't want to risk working Ignis up to the point where he couldn't rest at all...but his hands did itch to leave their marks on that pale skin.
In the end, he nudged the boy over a little so that he could perch on the edge of the bed...and gave very little warning before he brought his hand down in a sharp, though light, smack against one bare ass cheek.]
You get ten tonight, Dearest. More in the morning if you sleep well enough. Count them, please.
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Date: 2019-04-15 09:17 am (UTC)One.
[It's amazing how quickly the tired fuzziness in his brain shifts over into a different kind of fuzziness, something that leaves him needing, but also free of everything that has torn him apart over the last few months, bonds falling away with every slap that comes.]
Two.
You're fine, darling ^_^
Date: 2019-04-19 02:31 am (UTC)Aden measured each swat, each landing of his hard, flat palm against the pale skin of Ignis' ass. He wanted even coverage, nothing that would hit a pressure point or leave an uneven bruise...but he also wanted to leave his boy squirming every time he sat the next day.
In addition, the beautiful way the younger man surrendered to the pain, opened up for it...relished it. It was enough to make his breath hitch his chest and he made it to 'six' before he rested his now warm palm against Ignis' heated ass. He squeezed just enough to hurt, and while the boy was wonderfully distracted, he leaned over just enough to grab the small jar from his bedside table.
It had been a long time since he'd last had a lover. The least he could do was put his lube in something appealing to the eye.
His hand drew away, but only for a moment and when it returned, it was in the form of a long finger sliding just past that ring of muscle.]
Don't lose count.
[Which was the only warning Ignis got before he received another swat, this one from Aden's right hand instead of his left. Mostly because his left was working it's way deeper into his boy's body.]
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Date: 2019-05-09 01:40 am (UTC)Embarrassingly enough, Ignis almost whines when Aden changes tactics, the gentleness not quite what he's wanting at the moment no matter how good the touch feels against his heated skin. The sound is locked away behind a small half-smile quickly, though. Ignis trusts Aden, but he also knows how much the man likes to throw curve balls his way. His brain may be too fuzzy to figure out what that curve ball might be right now, but that doesn't mean he's not curious to find out.
Aden doesn't make him wait long and his reward for that is a shudder longer and stronger than any of the previous ones have been. For an instant Ignis' whole body tenses, but has relaxed again before his next breath can finish escaping his mouth, the soft, though ragged, sound followed by a low groan.
Bloody hell, keeping count is going to be much harder now. The only saving grace Ignis has is that there are so few numbers left.]
S-seven.
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Date: 2019-05-09 04:18 pm (UTC)Fuck.
Aden's breath hitched ever so slightly and he gripped that overheated ass hard enough to bruise. He absolutely loved hearing this usually so precise and collected man lose it. And to be the cause of that stutter?
He twisted his finger deeper inside, giving Ignis' prostate a few teasing touches. Then he eased his hand back, pausing just with the tip of his finger inside.
Eight. And this time, he slide two fingers into the boy under him in one, merciless stroke.]
Scream for me, my beautiful. Let me hear exactly what I'm doing to you. And..if you're really good, I'll let you come.
[Nine]
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Date: 2019-05-30 10:00 am (UTC)Nine!
[Honestly, the count is more scream than number--harsh and desperate--though if it will be good enough is up to Aden. Ignis is too busy fighting against the tide of pleasure to think about repeating the number. He's just doing his best to hold on for one more count.]
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Date: 2019-06-02 07:02 am (UTC)Aden groaned, a rare thing from him. He was a careful man, always trying his absolute best to assure his bottoms that he expected nothing from them that they were not willing to offer. And even if they did offer it, he never excepted.
He was a careful man, but he was a passionate one, as well. He needed to know that his lovers trusted him with their entire being before he allowed sex to enter the equation. The result was that he'd earned the well deserved reputation of a man with iron willpower.
Except, of course, for the boy currently splayed out on his bed.
He stroked his fingers in and out of that beautiful body as he eased himself onto the bed. On his knees. The rough fabric of his slacks chaffing against the heated and bruised skin of Ignis' ass. And, of course, the hard press of Aden's cock against him.
There was iron, but it certainly wasn't his will. Not then.]
Do you have any idea what you do to me, boy?
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Date: 2019-06-11 12:04 am (UTC)Please. Let me... I want to do more for you.
[Later he won't remember twisting so he can look back at Aden without moving the rest of his body, but Ignis does, green eyes glittering brightly with the force of his wish. He knows he doesn't deserve it, to hold this power over Aden, but he cherishes it nonetheless. A soft whine slips from his mouth and he rocks back against Aden again with more force this time. There is so much he wishes, but right now what he wishes the most is that Aden would put something besides that iron will of his to the test.]
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Date: 2019-06-11 12:18 am (UTC)Oh, you wicked, wicked boy.
[The words were steel and he sucked in a deep breath to fortify the will that he'd once been so well known for before he pulled back, sliding his fingers free of the welcoming body under him.
One moment Ignis was on his front, legs splayed and welcoming. The next, Aden's hands were rough on his hips, flipping him over with an ease that would be shocking to someone who hadn't seen the muscle under the suit. It was a rough motion, primal and harsh...and no doubt, it was a clue to the kind of lover this man would prove himself to be.
But not today.]
I should spank your ass for real...
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Date: 2019-06-11 01:30 am (UTC)He draws back after a moment, not very far but enough that he can meet Aden's gaze with is own half-lidded one.]
That sounds more like encouragement than a warning. Shall I start counting again? There was at least one more number to go.
[He leans forward again, pressing his lips back against Aden's and then whispers.]
I'm still waiting for ten.
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Date: 2019-06-11 03:20 am (UTC)His breathing was noticeably heavier by the time that second kiss broke, and the sass...well, the sass set his body afire. He didn't even pause to think, simply grabbed Ignis' wrists and pinned them down securely before he bowed his head and sank his teeth into the muscle where neck met shoulder.
It wasn't hard enough to draw blood, but it was going to leave a beautiful bruise. Especially since he seemed hell bent to leave a hickey as well as a bite mark.]
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Date: 2019-06-11 10:50 pm (UTC)As soon as Aden's teeth close over his shoulder, Ignis all but howls his pleasure, arching up into the other man as hard as he can. He pulls to try and free his wrists, but puts no real effort into it. All he wants to do is feel the restraint against them, to know it's there, and to relish in the lack of control even with the challenge that also hangs in the air.
Without really thinking about it, Ignis wraps one of his legs over Aden's, pulling the man as close as he can. Astrals, he wants so much more, but his words are gone again, so he lets his actions speak instead.]
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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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