Ignis just didn't have it in him to chide Gladio for getting him going in the kitchen. Usually, that was the one place that Ignis always counted as 'off-limits' for such things, but Gladio always seemed to countermand the adviser's sensible side.

There was no effort made to bite back the low moan that tore from Ignis' throat when Gladio found his thickening cock, nor was there a shred of denial in his posture. They both knew that he needed Gladio even if the big were had egged him on a bit.