Gladio allows his were instincts to take over, purring soothing things into his lover's ear, only letting go tear his jacket the rest of the way off. He sets it beside the other and dives in to kiss him, hard but slow and full of passion, of everything he needs to keep his attention on him.

"Mine." He growls low, and his hips rock down against Ignis'own, a little inappropriately hard for the situation. "I'll take good care of you Iggy, always."

Each kiss promises more and more ofnsuch, as Gladio's hands practically rip whatever clothes were left on the man.