Gladio starts to growl, a low rumble in the back of his throat as a protest to the denial. His lover is beautiful touching himself like this, finding his own pleasure, taking it from Gladio. He wants to give it to him, not be stuck here just watching and it makes him so, so hard and needy for him.

Despite being well adjusted to his were instincts, Gladio can feel the surge of the beast inside of him. Pushing his scent out, raising his body temperature and making his eyes molten bright. Trying to get out, trying to get to his mate. He groans heavily, fingers flexing in his own grip.

"Ignis, mate, please. Let me give you everything. Give you me, give hou pleasure."

He is on the cusp of where Ignis wants him to be, because they both know when the dam of his want breaks, Gladio will not ask.