A noise of protest escapes Gladio as he makes his way back over, a big frown on his face... Or is it a pout? It is definitely a pout.

"They shoulda got the memo a couple years ago then. I aint here to play fair."

He growls, and moves in, free hand wrapping around Ignis waist, fingers clenching into his skin. Before Ignis can rebuke he leans in to steal his lips with a rough kiss, hard cock nudging against the man's hip, demanding attention as well.