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"This is a most welcome surprise."

Ignis smiled at you when he opened the door. You were gambling on whether or not he would be home, coming here right after you left Connor at the train station. After shedding that extra weight, you saw some clarity for the first time in days, ready to start righting the wrongdoings you were committing for months. If there wasn't time today, you would try the next day and keep going until you got to this point, using Ignis's shoulders as leverage and hoisting yourself up, wrapping your legs around him and claiming his lips for your own. The sudden movements certainly left him in shock, forcing him to take a step back, however, he held you in place so that you wouldn't fall. That taste was always so sweet, something you hungered for when he wasn't around and the only reason you broke the connection was to breathe. Ignis was nearly panting and it made you smirk, filling you with pride at your ability to do that.

Emerald hues put you in that familiar daze, lost in them as his own desire began to swirl around, captivating you and wishing for more. The man moved to close his door, holding you in place and never leaving your gaze, his hot breath inviting you for another taste and you happily complied. This was softer, more intimate and you were happy that you didn't have to hold yourself up. The door was cool against the skin of your back, making you shudder and draw him closer for warmth. Ignis tightened his embrace, pulling you in for another kiss and you loved that he was beginning to lose himself to you. When you broke apart his forehead was kept against yours, the frames of his glasses pushing against you and heavy breaths in between.

You moved his glasses so that they rested on his head, your nose grazing against his before meeting his lips once more, that one vigorous kiss in the beginning conveying what you desired and his after determining the pace. Ignis held you close, gently before taking you away from the entrance. You had no idea where you were going but you didn't care, continuing to kiss him and enjoying every second of it. Part of you knew that this was pushing him before he was ready, part of you also knew that he would not deny you should you ask and that made you feel bad. As soon as those thoughts settled into your brain, you pulled away, searching his eyes for the answer and mutely asked with your own. There was a hunger in him you had never seen before, a desire that you were certain you could match and wished for fulfillment.

His lips were on you again, tasting you so thoroughly as he laid you gently down on his bed. You were still in that daze as you looked up at him, nearly out of breath. A hand moved to cup your cheek, fingers running through your hair before they trailed down to your neck, ghosting along the flesh and making you shudder. Ignis captured your mouth once more, his hand still travelling down the length of your body and toward the hem of your dress. You sighed into his mouth when you felt the gentle caress on your thigh, heat pooling into your core with every touch. The man came back up even as his lips moved downward, pulling the sleeve further from your shoulder and revealing a breast that he wasted no time in claiming as well. Trapped beneath the weight of his body, your arms pulled him closer, rolling your hips in order to feel him while he took the other breast in his mouth, tongue swirling along the bud that hardened in seconds. Small moans escaped you, body moving of its own accord as he stimulated you in ways you had never felt before.

The dress was an obstacle he was no longer going to deal with, bringing it up and lifting it over your head, discarding it on the floor. It made you smirk briefly, your mouth gasping when his lips were on your bare skin, his teeth snapping at the elastic of your underwear. You lifted your head to look, almost shocked at the action he took, however, his tongue on your inner thigh made your head fall down, back arching the closer he drew to your weeping heat. The fabric moved but he did not make contact, coming back up to kiss you and leave you breathless. Your hands were busy, trying to remove his shirt since you felt he was overdressed. It wasn't just that, you wanted to feel his warm skin on yours, wanted to feel every part of him with nothing in the way. Ignis halted your exploits, pulling away and holding your wrists gently, gaining your attention.

"Allow me."

His voice was soft and it carried the heavy tone of husk that made your body drip even more with anticipation. You watched, breathless as he unlatched all of his buttons in an agonizingly slow manner. Eyes roamed over him as he removed it, fingers itching to grasp those shoulders and ride him straight into oblivion. The undershirt didn't matter, you were already going for the clasp at the belt, impatient and wishing to feel him already. Ignis gripped your wrists again, a little tighter than last time and pushed you back down, keeping your hands pinned above your head. There was no time to protest, his mouth on your breast and sending you back to that high you were chasing since you arrived. Your body writhed beneath him, unable to contain your moans while he worked. One of his hands released yours, travelling down your length and again caressing your thigh. You again went for his belt, trying in desperation to free the erection that pressed against you.

Ignis grunted, moving away and stopping you once more. There was a look in his eye that intrigued you, something you had never seen before and you weren't sure what exactly to make of it. Your eyes followed his hands as he went to his belt, unlatching it and pull it free from the loops of his pants. The leather was held there and you were going for that top button, ready to claim what you wanted. Ignis stopped you again, using the belt to bring your wrists back above your head. A hard kiss to your lips made you squeal in surprise, feeling him coil the warm leather around you and pull tightly. That was far from your mind, focused entirely on the way he was tasting you while still keeping your hands away from his work.

There was a smirk on his face this time when he pulled away. You went to reach for him, to draw him closer in order to finish what you started - only to find that your hands wouldn't move. Frowning, you tugged again and noted that the leather of his belt held you in place. Looking up, you saw that he had bound you to his bedframe, allowing circulation but not enough space to get out of this predicament. Keeping that frown on your face, you brought your gaze back to him.

"Ignis-"

"If you insist on misbehaving then you lose privileges," said the man simply.

Your jaw dropped when you heard that, unable to keep the shock from your features as everything you knew about this man flew right out the window. Had you been mistaken this whole time in assuming he was shy? Where was this coming from? Either way, that smug look on his face promised that you would receive exactly what you came here for, merely on his terms only and you were as excited about it as you were aroused.

"Now then."

Ignis came back down to you, his breath making you shiver the closer it drew to your neck. When you felt his lips claim yours, the inability to move only heightened the sensation that coursed through you, making you pull at your restraints harder in order to quell those fires igniting inside of you. The man was deliberately pushing his arousal into you, torturing you and you had no choice but to endure it for as long as he wanted. Pulling away, the undershirt was gone and that same smile graced his features.

"Follow and feel."

He whispered in your ear before sucking on the flesh beneath it. Another sigh escaped you, loving the feel of his bare chest against you and allowing his warmth to embrace every inch that it touched. Your head was swimming, his lips moving lower still and surrendering to his every whim. The fabric of your own undergarment was finally removed, soaked completely after everything he had done and only dripping more once a tender, lingering kiss was placed to it. Your eyes fluttered shut, dreamily sighing while his hands massaged your thighs, kneading the flesh and making the anticipation of his touch skyrocket. That talented tongue breached the seam, your silky secretions already spread over your folds and running over that bundle nerves, causing you to moan loudly while tensing.

Ignis appeared to have a great memory, making you writhe above him with every lap as one of those perfect digits pushed through the soiled entrance. Your knees wished to push together as your back arched, whimpering with each stroke that grazed you deep inside. You were losing all focus on anything else, rocking your hips into him in order to achieve your goal despite wanting more than you received last time. If you could fist the sheets you would, the sound of your voice loud in your own ears as he pushed harder, another finger joining its partner and both of the curling. You were so far gone you knew it would be any moment, thrashing at your bonds in a desperate need to touch him. This was nothing like the first time, the man sure of himself and precise with each movement.

It wasn't long before you peaked, your rapture crashing through you and your entire body clenching through its course. You were still writhing, Ignis not stopping just because you finally finished. Chest heaving, he slowed his movements before leaving completely, allowing you a few moments to compose yourself. Those green orbs told you that he wasn't finished, placing a soft kiss to your neck before finding your lips. Your taste was not exactly what you expected, however, you had no time to form an opinion when you felt the bare skin of his hips in between your thighs. When had he removed the rest of his clothes? It didn't matter, you could feel him ready against you, making you hotter at the idea of taking him. The man reached up and released your wrists, holding your gaze before observing the skin for himself.

"Apologies, my love. I did not wish to harm you."

His voice was soft, soothing, bringing back that shy intimacy you remembered from your first encounters. Gently, you guided him back to your lips, keeping him in place and pulling him close.

"You could never hurt me," you whispered.

Ignis kissed you again, tasting you further and encouraging another one of those dreamy sighs. The man coaxed you to keep your eyes open, to stare up at him and you drew in a sharp breath when you realized why. Slowly, he was pushing into you, not nearly as big as you were getting but large enough to force your walls to stretch around him. You claimed your bottom lip, wincing as he went further in. When he was fully sheathed you were completely under his spell, rocking your hips lightly to encourage more from him. Perhaps you were being greedy, but he had told you to follow and feel and this was the next logical step.

When he started to move, you did as well, all slow in order to enjoy every inch of him within you. Ignis continued his thorough study of your reactions, watching intently even though you were able to see his own needs wish to cloud over his eyes. It was threatening to take over, to make him lose control and let everything loose. There was nothing more you wanted at this moment, grabbing onto him and changing the pace. A brief smile passed across your lips at the knowledge that you caught him off guard and then you were gone after he caught up. There was no more scheming, no more planning, nothing else but the man drilling into you and making your mind go completely blank. Ignis was merciless and you were so far gone you could hardly notice, even when his warmth left you so that he was sitting up.

This time, you knew that he had inserted himself into the neighbour hole, one finger and it threw you off for a second before his powerful thrusts brought you back to the throes of ecstasy. If your cries weren't so loud then you were certain that the clapping of your flesh together would be the only sound in the room, eyes squeezed shut and back arched upward as you chased that release building up within you. Ignis held you in place with one hand, likely bruising the skin there and sending your nerves reeling. Your hips ground into him, ignoring the finger but nearly where you wanted to be. It wouldn't be long, it couldn't be, you weren't sure of how much more you could take. Each thrust threatened to put you back into that oblivion and you wished for it every second you grew closer.

"Oh... Mmm, yes!."

There it was, the second release much more intense than the first. You were out of breath, body stiffening as it lasted far longer than any you had before, the man still going for his own and making you continue to whine while you started to relax. Ignis finally followed you and his name escaped your lips, hands finding his free one as you watched him in that daze left over from your own climax. Removing that one finger, he leaned down over you, holding you close as you both gasped for air. Your heart was racing, a mixture of the activities and your love making it pump faster to the point that you were certain you should be having cardiac arrest. None of that mattered, his hand cupping your cheek and a gentle kiss placed to your other one. You leaned into his touch, smiling lightly with your eyes closed and feeling fully content.

Finally you began to breathe normally, drowsy and ready to sleep while still underneath the man holding you against him. It wasn't until he moved that you realized how close you were to slumber, inhaling deeply and kissing him. A sigh escaped you when he pulled out of you, a strange feeling of emptiness making you frown briefly before his lips met yours again.

"Come, love, let's get you cleaned up," he spoke in that tone that made you swoon.

"Okay," you agreed, taking the hand he offered and rising to your feet.

Your legs felt like jelly and he helped you into the bathroom while they got feeling in them again. In all your haste, you had forgotten about his large tub, watched as he drew a bath and admiring his body that you finally saw for the first time. There was a dusted pink hue on his cheeks when he turned back to look at you, as if he were suddenly aware that you were right there and watching him. It was so strange to see him shy like that after all the confidence he exuded, your wrists still pink from its consequences. When the water was finally finished he helped you in, ready to go to other devices, however, you kept your hold, meeting his eyes and giving a small tug in your direction. Ignis merely smiled, complying with your wishes and joining you in the tub that could have even fit a third person it was so large.

The two of you soaked in there, you swept up in his embrace nearly the entire time. No words were spoken, just stolen kisses in between lingering and cleaning. You were completely drawn to him, never wishing to leave his arms, however, the shiver that ran through your body told him that you had remained long enough. The towel he gave you was warm, almost as if it were on a heater and it wrapped around you so perfectly. You followed him back into his bedroom, noting the time on his night table. It was still fairly early in the evening, the sun had gone down, however, not quite your bedtime yet. It would be by the time you caught the train home, sighing before walking to gather your clothes off the floor.

"Is there something wrong?" he asked.

"No," you answered instantly, looking at him with his glasses back on, "I open the cafe in the morning and if I leave now I should get home with enough time to sleep."

"I understand."

You frowned, noting the way he averted his eyes. Walking over to him, you slithered your arms around his waist, still bare but he had managed to put on some sweat pants which was going to be accompanied by a shirt if you didn't stop it. Keeping his attention, you rose up to kiss him softly, his arms encircling you as well and welcoming your intrusion.

"Did I do something?" you asked, falling back on your feet.

"Not at all. I had merely assumed you would remain the night," he told you truthfully.

You smiled, "I'd love to, but I assumed that since you didn't ask then it was better I go home. Figured you had work to do."

Ignis pulled you to kiss him again, this time more firm than the last and you held on tighter in order to keep your knees from buckling. How was he able to do that so smoothly? You were always going to be on your toes guessing with this one.

"You are always welcome here, my love."

There was no way to stop the smile that took over your face, absolutely delighted to know that you could come and go as you pleased. It wasn't even just that, you came here on a whim, likely interrupting whatever he had planned for the night and he allowed you to do so without a single complaint. You kissed him again, staying in his arms and keeping that grin plastered on your face. If it weren't for the fact that your stomach - as always - decided to ruin the moment, you were certain that the two of you would likely have gotten into that plush bed you had made a mess of.

"Have you not eaten?" he asked.

"I had lunch," you shrugged.

"I'm afraid I don't have much but I'll see what I can whip up."

You were about to tell him how unnecessary that was, however, he was already gone before you could stop him. Huffing, you were still smiling as you saw the shirt he had discarded earlier in your sinful actions. You decided to put it on, large enough to cover all of your modesty since the dress you were wearing earlier wasn't exactly an option at the present moment.

When you joined him in his kitchen you were a little sullen that he had managed to put on a shirt but the blush that ensnared his cheeks was more than worth it after taking one look at you. Since you weren't exactly sure what he was up to, you decided it was best to busy yourself at the coffee maker, finding the brand of whiskey you bought and trying to keep your excitement down at the fact that he paid attention to such minor details of your life. You went through that familiar process of smelling all of his blends before deciding what you were going to do, firing up the machine and beginning your process. The Altissian cream topped off the mug and you brought it to him, taking a large drink of your own.

"You have a gift," he said after taking one drink, getting cream on his upper lip.

Smirking, you rose up and traced your tongue along it, licking it clean before plunging it into his own mouth. You could feel his own excitement through his pants and you wondered if your body could handle another intense round like that again. The man cleared his throat, evidently embarrassed by your actions and it made you laugh.

"Perhaps you did not learn your lesson about misbehaving," he spoke suddenly.

The words struck you, making you silent and your wrists burn. Now you were the nervous one, shoving your attention into your drink and letting the hot liquid course down your throat in an attempt to distract yourself from more of those dirty thoughts. This man really left you no choice but to follow and feel, your read on him all off. What had you unleashed? The sudden tingle in your core reminded you bluntly and swiftly you were okay with what he might have in store for you. Part of you started to wonder how far you could push him, what sort of lengths he would go and it made you hot all over again. Ignis quirked a brow as he stared at you, face still in your mug and lustful thoughts evident on it. He drew your attention to him, that same sort of look you saw before he bound your wrists. Almost as if he were reading your mind, his hands came to them, noting that they were still pink from your own thrashing.

"It's okay," you told him, your voice soft at the frown he made.

"A softer substance next time," he mused, rubbing his thumbs over the tainted skin.

Your eyes widened when you heard that, unable to say anything before he took his attention away, back to his stove. You weren't exactly sure how long you were standing there in shock, but you only moved when he had informed you that your food was ready, the aromas finally nestling inside your brain and reminded you that you were starving. Making another drink - whiskey heavy - you joined him at the island, inquiring as to how he was able to manage these sorts of things.

"This is seriously just what you happened to put together from scraps?" you rose a brow.

"Indeed. I apologize if its-"

"Are you seriously embarrassed by this?" you cut him off, "My scraps are a bottle of ketchup and packets of soy sauce. This is way better than the burger down the street."

"You flatter me."

"Truth is truth," you shrugged, shoving another bite in your mouth.

While you ate, you both spoke of the day you had, of what had been happening during your time apart. The subject of school came up and you were preparing yourself for the end of the semester, looking forward to a break in the summer. Ignis told you about the birthday party that you had missed, reminding you of the guilt you managed to push aside while you were with him this entire time. It was hard not to laugh when he spoke of Gladio, knowing so much about the man already that it was easy to envision how the night went. You tried to keep from showing how upset you were, however, you were not very good at it.

"What's troubling you?" asked Ignis.

The meal had long since finished, dishes away and the two of you sitting on his couch. Your legs were on his lap, his hands idly kneading through your flesh in order to work out the kinks that you never knew were there. A sad smile tugged at your lips when you met his gaze briefly before looking down at his busy hands.

"I just wish I didn't miss it," you answered.

It was an honest answer. You wanted to be there for Gladio on his birthday and you really wanted to be with Ignis to meet his friends. The mess you had gotten yourself into forced you to miss out on both occasions, realizing that you had already met and in a way that would hurt both of them if they knew. Ignis reached for your chin, bringing it up gently to look at him.

"There will be other opportunities," he smiled.

You forced your own, pushing down the panic at such an idea, "I hope so," you lied.

As the night grew later you were both in the bed with fresh sheets, the previous ones soiled by mostly you and you were apologetic about it. You removed the shirt, happy to sleep in the nude and squealed in surprise at the fact that he decided to join you - though did make his own opinions on the matter be heard. Being so proper, it was likely uncomfortable for him but it made you happy that he was coming out of his norms just for your sake.

Happy, and guilty at the same time. His deep and even breaths were there against you but you were still awake, thinking about the predicament that you came here to try and fix. Ignis way beyond amazing and in such a different way then Gladio that it meant they were both still at that tie. It was impossible to choose between them and you wished that there was some way to resolve this in a manner where no one would get hurt.

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