Gladio leans back against the wall before they reach the bedroom, taking a moment to just kiss and be kissed by his mate. To take him in and his scent that told him so much. His love, his need, his happiness and most importantly that little bit of Gladio that hung about him to let everyone know.

"If that's what my mate wants, that's what he gets." Gladio murmmers, eyes a bright color much like his wolven side. "I suppose the real question is if you want me sweet or rough Iggy."

He tilts his head back, letting his hair be pulled by the man. Whatever way he wants Gladio, be it on hands and knees with the man behind him or sweet, gently pressed into the bed, he could have it.