There was another effort to regain what little control he had from earlier, but as the rich scent of smoke and leather washed over him, he stopped trying. With a low groan of his mate's name, he let his head drop back to rest against Gladio's shoulder while his hands moved to glide along those thick, corded arms that held him so tight.

Food would have to wait. Ignis' body was starting to grow demanding again as the heat rose up again, driving the slim man to eagerly give in to whatever his mate wanted.