There was a soft, pleased rumble against Gladio's lips as Ignis nipped at them a bit sharper than he had Gladio's skin. Those teasing lips drifted lower then, pausing when he met the juncture of Gladio's neck and shoulder so he could bury his face there, taking in long, slow pulls of his mate's scent. It was so much richer now, so present that Ignis wanted to find a way to wrap himself up in it like one of the blankets around them.

"I suppose that counts on how quickly you want me wrapped around your cock, doesn't it?"