That hand at the back of Ignis' neck goes from petting soothingly to holding his mate still, careful but Gladio clearly trying to snap the man's attention back to where it should be, even if he has to do be dominant about it.

"Do it for me then, Iggy? Because if I have to spend one more second in here surrounded by your scent, I'm gonna end up fucking you over your desk. That's a promise."

The strained growl in his voice made it seem like a very sure thing about it as well.