"If you considered all of that the bare essentials, than I would have to correct such grievous misconceptions," Ignis scoffs, even as he politely turns his back to Ravus so that he might instead go to fuss about the bed. Still, the man shouldn't be so foolish as to think that Ignis didn't spot the flush growing along his face. Ravus's skin is far too pale, and his own eyesight far too good.
But he will allow some measure of dignity for the other man. And, more importantly, there is a bed full of those he loves and must attend to.
He thinks Gladio still might be a touch awake, from when Ignis first left the bed, but he doesn't call his love out on it. Just leans over him, fingers gentle upon his shoulder and lips to his hair. Signs that he is still here, that he hasn't disappeared again. Even if Gladio had heard their steps downstairs, listened to whatever murmur of conversation still managed to leak up from the ceiling into the floorboards above... Ignis still wants him to know. He's not going anywhere.
Prompto and Noctis are a touch more entangled in sleep, and each other- perhaps the latter part especially helping in keeping them in the former. Ignis doesn't dare touch them too much, right off the bat, instead simply stroking Prompto's arm with a ghost of a touch as he looks over the space available.
It's not a lot, really. Frankly speaking, four men alone is really pushing it for a bed like this. Forget a bigger bed; they might need a bigger room flat out if they ever want to do this sort of thing more in the future. Still...
Well. He is a rather determined man, when it all comes down to it. With him making the invitation to Ravus, he'll make it happen.
Once the sound of cloth rustline and drawstrings ceases, Ignis finally looks back over to Ravus. Truly, in the lines of moonlight that fall through the window, he does make quite a divine sight, and Ignis smiles teasingly. "I quite like, yes, thank you." Straightening up from where he's been trying to adjust his boys, Ignis nods to the bed. Best not to dwell too long on the sinful curves Ravus has been gifted with; he's already embarrassed enough as it is.
"In order to make this arrangement work, I may need you to act as a bit of a cushion. Do you think that will work for you?"
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But he will allow some measure of dignity for the other man. And, more importantly, there is a bed full of those he loves and must attend to.
He thinks Gladio still might be a touch awake, from when Ignis first left the bed, but he doesn't call his love out on it. Just leans over him, fingers gentle upon his shoulder and lips to his hair. Signs that he is still here, that he hasn't disappeared again. Even if Gladio had heard their steps downstairs, listened to whatever murmur of conversation still managed to leak up from the ceiling into the floorboards above... Ignis still wants him to know. He's not going anywhere.
Prompto and Noctis are a touch more entangled in sleep, and each other- perhaps the latter part especially helping in keeping them in the former. Ignis doesn't dare touch them too much, right off the bat, instead simply stroking Prompto's arm with a ghost of a touch as he looks over the space available.
It's not a lot, really. Frankly speaking, four men alone is really pushing it for a bed like this. Forget a bigger bed; they might need a bigger room flat out if they ever want to do this sort of thing more in the future. Still...
Well. He is a rather determined man, when it all comes down to it. With him making the invitation to Ravus, he'll make it happen.
Once the sound of cloth rustline and drawstrings ceases, Ignis finally looks back over to Ravus. Truly, in the lines of moonlight that fall through the window, he does make quite a divine sight, and Ignis smiles teasingly. "I quite like, yes, thank you." Straightening up from where he's been trying to adjust his boys, Ignis nods to the bed. Best not to dwell too long on the sinful curves Ravus has been gifted with; he's already embarrassed enough as it is.
"In order to make this arrangement work, I may need you to act as a bit of a cushion. Do you think that will work for you?"