Instead of keeping his hands over Ignis' hips he leans forward, arm sliding around his mate's body and one reaching forward to thread his fingers through Ignis' own. Pressed against his back as the were growls low, eyes bright and muttering filthy, heat laced promises into Ignis' ear. That he was his, that he was going to be so full and how everyone would know that Gladio belonged to Ignis and always would.

He would make sure of that as they get lost in their own little world of need and the relentless way Gladio's cock fills his mate.