[ He breathes against his mouth, low and quiet and yearning, wanting things he can't yet put into words. He's squirming to get closer, his hand sliding back down to splay over chest, other arm sliding over Ignis' shoulders. It's everything he's dreamed of and then some, the intensity and taste of him on his tongue making him ache, pressing for more. ]
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[ He breathes against his mouth, low and quiet and yearning, wanting things he can't yet put into words. He's squirming to get closer, his hand sliding back down to splay over chest, other arm sliding over Ignis' shoulders. It's everything he's dreamed of and then some, the intensity and taste of him on his tongue making him ache, pressing for more. ]
This -- is it okay?