Felih is always wanting to be full, to have someone drive him senseless with pleasure, to make him forget the endless stresses and burdens he bears as a Warrior of Light. His mate is home and he can finally relish his presence, his touch, and he shudders and clings to his mate tight as Ignis pushes into him, bit by bit.

His cries are muffled into the kisses, and the first thrust earns Ignis a tight squeeze and a muffled whimper, a spurt of pre bursting from Felih's tip before he squirms and grinds his hips down to meet him.

It's clear he wants more, wants his mate, wants to be filled and claimed.