Ignis writhes underneath him, in pain and pleasure and needy. Gladio never lets him go, even when he snarls as his back is torn at, lycan form emerging from him to start the healing right away. He presses his face to Ignis' cheek as his mate trembles in the strange feeling of part pleasure, part all of his new senses coming in.
He doesnt say much, instead presses his weight down against the man. Ignis' scent has burst through him in levels he has never had bedore, and Gladio can almost taste it. But his weight is warm and comforting, a promise to protect him as only his mate can do.
"It's okay, Ignis. Your body's changed, but you are still you." At his core, he means. Instincts can be rough sometimes, Gladio would very much know.
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Date: 2018-03-04 05:22 am (UTC)He doesnt say much, instead presses his weight down against the man. Ignis' scent has burst through him in levels he has never had bedore, and Gladio can almost taste it. But his weight is warm and comforting, a promise to protect him as only his mate can do.
"It's okay, Ignis. Your body's changed, but you are still you." At his core, he means. Instincts can be rough sometimes, Gladio would very much know.