Each second that passed made it harder for Ignis to try and keep his head about him. The feel of that warm flesh sliding along his ass was so damned tempting and he knew that Gladio wasn't lying. He could feel his need. Hells, he could smell his need, but Ignis was Ignis. Even as a were, he was still so very Ignis.

"... at least let me put the leftovers up. Just two minutes."