The differences remain something in the background thanks to Gladio's lips and teeth snatching away most of Ignis' attention. In the back of his mind, he knew he should tell Gladio not to leave marks where just anyone can see them, but words were growing more and more difficult with each pass of his lover's mouth against his skin. If there were marks to show for it (and he knew there would be), then he would bear the whispers and glances with pride. After all, look who gave them to him.

Teeth gritted over a low groan, Ignis slowly stretched under Gladio, absently arching into the pointed glide of Gladio's hips against his.