Few ever saw Ignis unguarded and undone like that. Noctis had, of course and not for the same reasons that Gladio had. His had been simply because they'd known each other for as long as they could remember. Gladio though... only he saw Ignis fresh and simple in the pale wash of morning sun.

There'd been a soft sigh as Gladio had pulled away and a mumble of protest when he'd cleaned them up, but he hadn't let himself wake up. It was a clear sign of just how much Ignis trusted his partner. When morning came, Ignis had shifted back as well, his hair a soft pile atop his head. There were already fading marks littering his fair skin from their evening together but the mating mark remained vivid, though no longer raw as it had been mere hours ago.

Gladio's nuzzling pulled a low grumble of protest from Ignis even as he reached up to idly pat in the general direction of his mate's... head? Shoulder? Something.