That moan tore through him, his easy pace stuttering for a moment as Ignis bit back a soft curse behind clenched teeth. By now, his fingers were tight in Gladio's hair, no longer coaxing but demanding as he tried to regain some of his bearings after Gladio so gleefully scattered them.

A few breaths later and he was moving again, his pace quicker now, almost fucking Gladio's face. He was groaning almost non-stop now, his eyes closed and head sagging forward as he let himself get lost in the pleasure of it all.