Ignis's instinct was to force himself to stay still and unreacting, to tense up just enough to counter relaxation; if he didn't react, he couldn't embarrass himself. Instead, he pushed down the instinct, an increasingly easy matter as Alcuin's hands smoothed over his skin; he wanted touch, no matter how little he should or how inappropriate it was.
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Date: 2017-04-11 04:53 pm (UTC)