[As Ignis plays with the zipper of his jacket, he begins to knead each of his hands at each of Ignis' hips, moving his fingers in long, slow motions against his hipbones. He doesn't breach the layers of clothes. Of course not- there was a time and a place for that, and he doubted that the fitted type of tailoring Ignis preferred would allow for a hand or two to be slipped in anyway.
Still. It was nice. Really nice to feel him underneath his fingers, far more of him than what would normally be afforded with glancing touches.
...And it was worth any/all clips around the back of the head Ignis would give should it be too much.]
Yeah. And if it doesn't work out well, then we'll find something else. I'm not gonna give up.
[He meets Ignis' eyes when he looks up to him, allowing a faint breath of a laugh. His fingers cease their movements to cross his arms about his chest, holding him a little tighter.]
Don't know. Could probably lift you over my head if I tried. You do knives and javelins, right? Heard you favour long-range. Could help you out with close combat if you want.
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Still. It was nice. Really nice to feel him underneath his fingers, far more of him than what would normally be afforded with glancing touches.
...And it was worth any/all clips around the back of the head Ignis would give should it be too much.]
Yeah. And if it doesn't work out well, then we'll find something else. I'm not gonna give up.
[He meets Ignis' eyes when he looks up to him, allowing a faint breath of a laugh. His fingers cease their movements to cross his arms about his chest, holding him a little tighter.]
Don't know. Could probably lift you over my head if I tried. You do knives and javelins, right? Heard you favour long-range. Could help you out with close combat if you want.