[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...
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: 2019-05-09 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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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.]