Wrapping his fingers around Gladio's cock was a sufficient distraction that left Ignis sighing at just how hot that heavy flesh was in his hand. The digits spread for a moment, fingertips gliding along the slit before he settled them around him, his strokes a tease even as he helped to slick him up. There was an instinctive drive to push his mate, to drive him as crazy as he felt, to tug all the noise from him that he could.

When he felt Gladio move, tugging him close, he groaned his approval, legs spreading easily around Gladio's hips even as he let his eyes sink closed while he did as he'd been told.

It wasn't slow. It was more of that same draw, wanting his mate pressed deep to help ease the ache inside.