There was a flinch at the press of claws against his skin. It hurt, there was no denying that, but Ignis had never really minded some pain as long as it was matched by pleasure and his lover was always so good at meeting that need. Slim fingers clenched into the sheets as Gladio pushed into him, the motion leaving Ignis groaning softly into the mussed material. Again, it hurt and this... this was sharper than before. It was enough to make his breath quicken as he worked to breathe through it until his body adjusted.

Biting back a soft noise of protest, he shifted minutely under Gladio's bulk, seeking that moment when pain shifted into heady pleasure.