A hitch in his breath, then another, as his body stretched to accommodate the thickened knot. It still hurt, like it did the first time, but there was no time to focus on the burn of freshly stretched skin and muscles. Not when insistent lips descended on his and his mind was swept away with hard kisses and the demands of both their bodies. He heard groaning and wasn't sure if it was from him or Gladio, but it didn't matter. What mattered was the way their bodies were locked together, skin pressed to skin and voices lost to pleasure.

Each of Gladio's thrusts pulled a soft noise from Ingis, something between a grunt and a moan as he clung to his mate, returning each kiss with teeth and tongue and desperation.