Drawing it out of him like he had when they were younger. So much had changed... no longer could he look into the brilliance of those wintergreen eyes, see them glaze over as bliss took him, watch the way their shape changed and thinned and blew out as he came. His fingertips play over Ignis' cock, finding the veins and following them with only the callouses on his fingers. His thumb swept the head.

"In that, we're the same," he murmured, touching his lips to Ignis' temple. "I've never stopped loving your voice."