In the back of his mind, Ignis knew that it would be hard to go out and join up with the rest of the pack when everything he needed and wanted was right there with him. Oh, he knew it was the proper thing to do, the expected thing to do, but screw it. For once in his life, he didn't want to do the proper, expected thing. He selfishly wanted to keep Gladio to himself, locked there with him, for as long as he could.

Growling low, he let his head tip as he felt teeth against his neck even as his claws sink in deeper. Everything had been intense for them before, but now that Ignis was truly Gladio's mate in all ways, it was almost too much. Too good.