By now, the motion of Ignis' hips was ongoing. They were lazy, slow thrusts, each pulling a low groan or some other soft sound from Ignis as he lost himself in the wet heat of Glaido's keen mouth. As far as Ignis was concerned, there was no 'lack of skill' and even if there was, the way Gladio gave it his all would more than make up for it.

The fingers gliding along the cleft of his ass pulled him even deeper into sensation, the groan shifting into a vaguely startled gasp as his hips canted even quicker, his thrusts speeding up a bit.