By then, Ignis was pretty much riding Gladio's fingers, his hips in constant motion, seeking to pull Gladio's fingers in as deep as he could manage. His breath were quick, sharp pants against Gladio's skin, each thrust of his mate's fingers punctuating the soft puff of air but it was Gladio's words that affected him the most. When Gladio spoke, a low, needy groan rolled in the back of Ignis' throat and his pace quickened, clearly not wanting to wait much longer to have him inside him.

"And if I tell you you can't touch me?"