The sound of his name in that tone left Ignis' skin prickling under his fur. He answered in kind, voice cracking at the feel of claws digging in as he tightened his own grip, his body taking everything Gladio could give it. By now, he knew Gladio's little tells, when he was close. The way his fingers clenched, the faint tremble in those magnificent muscles, but it was the sound of his voice yet again that left Ignis breathless.

He stayed there, body still close to the edge as Gladio pumped him full, his hands damn near shaking with his own desire and his voice a low, hungry whine.