Ignis can't think, either. He can simply move, working them both closer to completion. They've been apart for too long, and he just wants to experience Felih falling apart in his arms.

"Felih—" Ignis says his name as a prayer. "I love you!"

He can't really say much else, being the one doing most of the work. Not enough breath. Ignis's focus is all on Felih's pleasure, knowing the Miqo'te needs it more than him. The feeling of Felih squeezing around him, the feeling of legs clutching to him desperately. All of it is so much and so real that neither of them will last long for the first round. But they have hours of play ahead of them, so it's no real loss.