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[When he looks back on this later he'll be unable to find where a line can be drawn over which he stepped into actively enjoying this. Each slightly deeper press of her fingers draws out a soft, breathless groan and a twitch-jerk of his hips down against the pressure and fullness of it. It aches but it doesn't hurt, and gradually, the attention from her mouth becomes an ample distraction.

A few low curses slip out, unbidden and un-noted by him as he's worked higher, barely realising when her fingers slide in to the knuckles.]

Ahgods-- [He gasps, a deep, shuddering breath trailing after it as he takes her in, the tip of his cock beading precum and the muscles between his hips lightly quivering. His heels dig against the bed, a whimper verging on a whine forcing its way from his throat.] Don't stop...

[dedikated]

( Maybe there is no line. Maybe he always enjoyed it. She certainly is, every moan and gasp creates its own curl of pleasure through her, warm and intoxicating, another sign that he's totally in the palm of her hand, and she pays him back with steady, deep thrusts and the tip of her tongue tasting each bead of precum that drips.

Don't stop? Well, she can certainly follow that one instruction, and her fingers spread just a little bit inside of him, testing his reaction when she draws her mouth back until the only thing teasing his cock is the very tip of her tongue, flicking and tasting the head. Each sound that leaves his lips, every tremble of his thighs and hips against her arms only serve as encouragement. He likes this as much as she does, and that confirmation makes her steadier in her movements, drawing out every last moment possible with the rhythmic shift of her hand and the ghosting touch of her tongue. )

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[Ignis twitches again when he feels that not-so-subtle increase in pressure, the slow spread of her fingers, but he doesn't ask her to wait this time. His head rolls back, eyes sliding shut, hands clenching up into tight fists. Everything about this is... intense, vulnerable, but gods if he isn't enjoying every second of it.

His climax rolls over him before he can even think to try and delay it, his breath caught in his chest as every muscle seems to tense. He rocks down against her fingers, the light touches of her mouth against him and chokes out a hoarse, strained groan through gritted teeth and a tense jaw.]

[dedikated]

( Her smile is a brief thing, so soft it might not have been there at all before the more familiar smirk replaces it, a fingertip wiping the corner of her lips as she pulls back. He's spread out before her, exhausted and gasping and just so pretty like this. Slowly, carefully as one might brush fingers against fragile porcelain, she pulls her fingers out and slinks over to the other side of the bed, stretching out languidly beside him. )

Or should I keep going?

( Her hand reaches up, toying with the knot on one of the restraints idly. )

[claritatis]

[Still tied up as he is, it's hard to calm down properly after that. Ignis pulls in a few deep, heaving breaths with his eyes closed and a sharp awareness of her movement along the bed, and it's only the lazy coyness of her words that has him glancing over to her.

He shifts his arms slightly, adjusting his wrists. Despite the care she'd taken in restraining him the way he'd fought it while she teased him has left faint red marks on the skin.]

Mm. [His breathing steadies easily, though the flush at the tops of his cheekbones and around the shell of his ears is taking longer to fade. There's a sated weariness to him as he looks at her, but he smiles.] You might want to give me a few minutes, first.

[dedikated]

( Her idling fingers eventually hook under the fabric of the knot and pull it loose with a few precise movements, letting the fabric fall behind the bed without so much as a glance as Kate pushes herself up and over to undo the other.

A few minutes? She can do that, her hand coming to rest on his chest, lips brushing against the line of his jaw ever so gently. As far as firsts go, this is certainly one of the more memorable ones, and she doesn't feel like ruining the moment by rushing or speaking.

So, instead, she simply stretches out beside him, fingers light as they run across his side. )

[claritatis]

[Ignis draws his arms down and rubs his wrists, though he doesn't appear too put-out by the marks on them. A quiet, but very clear satisfaction sinks into him and makes itself known in a soft and comfortable sigh as he brushes his fingers against a curl of her hair and smiles.]

That was a first. [He murmurs. Definitely one of the more memorable ones. His body is still tingling, still coming down from the high she pushed him to.

One arm slips around her and he coaxes her in for a kiss, lingering idly against her lips.]

[dedikated]

Isn't everything?

( She's not sorry.

That smile makes all of it even more worth the effort than before, and Kate gladly lets him pull her closer, lets the kiss linger, her lips brushing his gently. )

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Mm, a fair assessment. [And not an untrue one. She's still finding so many ways to surprise him, it shouldn't be a shock that she did it here too. His thumb rubs idly against the base of her spine, that smile still lingering on his face as he looks at her.

Gods, but she is lovely, and all for him.]

How long have you had that on your mind?

[dedikated]

( She sees that smile, Ignis, and between that and the gentle brush of his thumb - light and idle enough to make her shiver when it hits the most sensitive parts of her back - Kate finds the motivation to flash a knife-sharp smile and push him onto his back and return to her favourite place to be:

Settled on his lap, thighs pressing against his hips. )

While. ( Her tone is as casual as a shrug as her fingers trace across his chest, following muscles and scars to his collarbones. ) Never asked anyone if I could before.

( But she's never had anyone she could ask before. )

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Mm.

[He makes a soft sound as she settles herself on his lap, and idly runs his hands up her thighs as he looks up at her. It's that expression again, the one that tells her she's his entire world at this moment in time, a small smile still lingering as he rubs his thumbs against her hips.]

No one? [He's not sure what that tells him. Ignis hasn't thought of himself as particularly adventurous, but certainly willing to try the things she suggests to him.] I think I should feel honoured.

[dedikated]

( It's that look again, that look and those teasing words which knot her stomach and make her heart feel as though it's knocking against her ribcage. Those moments where the desire to keep this crashes sharply against the knowledge that she can't.

One of them will disappear eventually, and if - somehow - they make it to the end of this all, they both have homes to return to. Ones which need them far more than Hadriel does.

There's barely a heartbeat between what he says and the press of her lips, her body, against him, cutting off all opportunities for thought in favour of something far more familiar. Far more comfortable. )