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[cognitiveleague]

All right, guys. I'm coming to you, because I can't seem to get any sympathy elsewhere.

I've discovered something which is disturbingly lacking plaguing our wholesome community, and something must be done about it

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[animekittysama]

I cannot deny another Mustadio/Ramza fan..

Ramza shuddered lightly under the calloused hands working their way across his body. As if he was simply another one of the engineer’s mechanical masterpieces, his responses felt automatic and perfectly timed. Fingers skilled at setting gears and pinions grazed over his most sensitive flesh, pinching at his nipples and rubbing his erection. The oily potion spilled between his thighs, greasing his body for the intrusion of two digits spreading and opening him up.

Smelling of gunpowder and metal, Mustadio climbed atop him, blond hair loose and hanging in front of his face. Lithe as he was, their long journey had proved beneficial as the results of long marches and hard battles were etched into smooth lines of muscle. Pulling the “heretic” closer, he spared a kiss to the side of Ramza’s neck before pushing into the awaiting body. Like a carefully calibrated piston, he pumped in a steady rhythm, ears attuned to each little hitch of breath from the younger man.

Quiet and almost reverent, anything beyond hushed moans and whispered words had no place here, not even sequestered away in this cozy inn room. Even in orgasm, white hot as it felt running over their nerves, their voices never reached beyond the softness of a prayer. God had forsaken them, so they looked to each other to unite sacred and profane in the lingering, swirling moments of nights lit by candles that burned purer than those in the richest, most beautiful, and most corrupt churches in Ivalice.