Ignis chuckles lowly, knowing it'll only make Felih even more eager, as he murmurs into Felih's ear--which is a perfect height almost, by the way, for just that. "Oh, it was. Shall I show you?"

Felih's going to climb right up him and push Ignis into him himself if he doesn't move, with the way he's moving and whining. Ignis's breath hitches as Felih rubs up against him, and then at once he picks Felih up and thumps him into the wall, their hips finally aligning. Gods, why does he always pick positions that leave his arms so sore afterwards?!