Instinct pushed him to arch back into those knowing hands, groaning softly at the familiar drag of callouses against his skin. He can't count how many times he'd felt that same contact, but now, it was different. They'd been close before, close enough that Ignis would've married his lover if the timing was right and Gladio asked, but now, that connection felt soul deep. There was a drive in his soul, a desire to see Gladio grow into his role as leader and mentor and protector. He wanted to see him grow grey headed, their home full of laughter and light and love and family...

... that wasn't something Ignis had thought about before his shift. Before he'd truly become Gladio's mate. He hadn't even thought of things like family or something other than his duty, but there it was, some selfish little kernel of want burrowed deep in his soul that he could no longer deny.

"We've had so much time just for us, love."