There was no protest at the sound of ripping cloth. Usually, that would've earned Gladio a sharp look or a chiding comment or two, but Ignis just shifted, trying to get free of the newly rent fabric. His newly bared skin was coarser than usual, a light thatch of what looked like ash gray fur starting to show itself.

He hadn't noticed, though. The changed were already underway and Ignis had no clue yet. Not when his attention was so clearly captivated by Gladio. The feel of lips against his kept his mind away from the heat starting to surge under his skin, the ache of his fingers where claws were starting to settle into place. Moments later and he was growling into yet another kiss, lifting up to meet Gladio's lips with his own, demanding and wanting.