Gladio can't help but groan into the kiss, hands rucking up the man's shirt, the usually neatly pressed is about to be ripped off of him by his lover.

With a heated kiss Gladio steps back, sweeping Ignis to their bed even as he toes his shoes off, tears at buttons on the man's shirt. He needs him and each low moan and growl communicates that to his lover, nearly tossing the slimmer man onto the bed as they get there.