Ignis didn't even blink an eye when he heard the quit pings of buttons hitting the floor, nor did he react other than quickly pulling the now ruined shirt away from his body. Usually, there'd be a chiding click of his tongue or a comment or two, but right then, Ignis appreciated Gladio's rapid action. As he hit the bed, he was reaching out, beckoning his lover to him, pupils swallowing his usual sage green eyes in black as deep as night.

He thought he'd known want before, but this was something completely different. It burned under his skin, a fever that only Gladio and time could quench. He wanted him in a way he never imagined he would, something bone deep and all consuming. Right then, his world had narrowed down to his mate and how he ached for him.