Growling low into Ignis, Gladio's scent busts from him thick and fast, pushing deep into his mate as his teeth do to mark him permanently. Even with the tang of blood flooding into his mouth, the sweet taste of his skin taking on his marks.

Once he is happy with the mark, he leans back, hands sliding up to frame his love's face.

"My mate..." He sighs happily, and kisses Ignis long and slow. Words are hard changed like this, so instead he simply just shows him.