No, despite their words Gladio does not think he will be going anywhere anytime soon. He rumbles happily into the kiss, thumb sweeping over his mate's jawline, wanting and needing to press closer.

"Later." He murmmers, and this is a little more familiar, Gladio's amorous behavior and the way he presses into Ignis, his stiffening cock grinding into his lover's hip. "Eight now, I want you..."