Every part of Ignis was keenly aware of Gladio. Where he was, what he was doing, everything. He knew when he was approaching, still smelling of their mingled scents and the heady tang of sex that seemed to permeate the whole apartment. In the back of his mind, Ignis idly wondered if that was simply because he was in heat or if it was something more.

There were words on the tip of Ignis' tongue as he felt those strong arms around around him, but any semblance of spoken words skittered to a halt when he felt damp heat glide along his scarred neck. He'd been trying so hard to keep some shred of control for as long as he could, but that simple action by Gladio had him groaning as heat clenched low in his gut and his cock gave an interested twitch...