The slap of flesh meeting flesh drowned out everything but Gladio's voice and the sound of his own pulse pounding in his ears. Everything else fell by the wayside as Ignis clung to Gladio like he was the only thing left in the world. At that moment, he was everything in Ignis' world. The earlier trepidation about meeting up with the pack for a formal introduction, his quiet nerves about facing his first full moon as a new were... it all faded away under Gladio's rough thrusts and his demanding words and his growling voice.

The cry had faded away, but there was no hiding the rough panting from Ignis. Each hard breath painted Gladio's skin, matching the pace of his thrusts and when it got to be almost too much, Ignis' teeth found skin there at the side of Gladio's neck, marking Gladio's skin where none could mistake it.