[ he sighs a pleased noise as ignis wraps his fingers around him, trying to push his hips upwards into the other man's hand. and, honestly? he's entirely too used to getting what he wants to be suspicious, so there's a (startled) little whine when ignis pulls his hand away again.
even the kiss doesn't entirely make up for it, especially now that his attention has been helplessly redirected to his dick. so there's a clumsy effort at trying to grind himself up against ignis' hip, nipping down at his lower lip in a silent (but clear) demand. ]
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even the kiss doesn't entirely make up for it, especially now that his attention has been helplessly redirected to his dick. so there's a clumsy effort at trying to grind himself up against ignis' hip, nipping down at his lower lip in a silent (but clear) demand. ]