Ignis' heat is a pressure pushing them together, and right now Gladiolus wants nothing more to give in to it. In their home they are safe and the rest of the world does not matter. So as he climbs onto the bed into those reaching arms he soothes rough hands over skin, so glad to feel him after what seems like ages of just missing each other.

"Let's get these off of you." He purrs, reaching for a gloved hand and nipping at the tip of one of the fingers, a gentle bite so he can slide smooth leather off.