Of course Ignis would be fine. Gladio doesn't think there is anything that can slow him down, but that doesn't help the worry of the threat coming from himself. Normally he'd object at such a weak attempt to sidestep his promise, but his brain has been on the fritz and just the low murmmrrs of those words Ignis says screeches all of that to a halt.

Gladio swallows hard, lust flooding over his tongue. Of course he's though about it, sec with Ignis is amazing. Being away from him for three days, days where he spends most of his time wanting to run and fight and fuck bring that scenario up in his head often. His gorgeous lover underneath him, Gladio's nails clawing into his hips. Watching that tight, wonderful body take more and more of his wolf cock, all the way to the knot-

"You're a menace," Gladio groans, and he stops for a moment to drag Ignis closer in toward him, coaxing him up for a hot, needy kiss. "Fuck Iggy, I mean it, okay? One word from you and I'll run out the door if I've still got the mind for it."