The commotion of Ignis bounding over his desk barely registers over the way his mate looks; hair mussed instead of usually peaked and perfect way it usually sits. Even his face looked flushed and the undone buttons of his shirt show that tantalizing stop of flesh he so loves, close to where Gladio had marked him as mates a few months ago.

There is little time to mention it however with Ignis on him- Warm, needy and hungry Gladio can think little other than to wrap his arms around him, still in the doorframe and pulling Ignis as close as possible as their mouths eagerly seek each other.

In the back of his mind he thinks ah, there is that heat they have been waiting for. It is enough to make him step into the office and shut the door behind him, his mate still in his arms.

"Fuck, I missed you so much, Ig."