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"Shameless."

It was a common 'complaint' Ignis had about Gladio and in time, it'd turned into a term of endearment from the slim man. In a way, he was surprised that Gladio had made it through a meal before his libido kicked into high gear. One thing he'd learned long ago was that his lover was a randy beast a good deal of the time.

Instead of pushing at him to get him, Ignis shifted in his lap, a slow, easy counterpoint to Gladio's motion as if Ignis was trying to egg him on without being too obvious about it.

"I've got to get dinner cleaned up."

Gladio did indeed have a high sex drive, and the full moon only magnified that- But despite the so called complaints on Ignis' end, he knew his lover did not actually mind. Ignis knew Gladio showed his affection best physically and on top of that, while Ignis had more trouble accepting praise in the past, he had always welcomed Gladio's affections. Even if the moment was inopportune and the bigger man had to be gently turned down, the pure love in approaching Ignis for sex, even if the method was soft or rough, was recognized for what it was.

"Do it later,"

He murmmers against him, one hand teasing a nipple while Gladio's pointed cock settles into the cleft of Ignis' ass as the man shifts in his lap. It only growing thicker and harder in each passing moment as the were ruts up against his mate.

"I promise it can wait, but I need you now, love."

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Each second that passed made it harder for Ignis to try and keep his head about him. The feel of that warm flesh sliding along his ass was so damned tempting and he knew that Gladio wasn't lying. He could feel his need. Hells, he could smell his need, but Ignis was Ignis. Even as a were, he was still so very Ignis.

"... at least let me put the leftovers up. Just two minutes."

Gladio grumbles but does let his lover up, already missing his warmth once he is out of his arms. Spending a full moon with his Mate is making him unbearably needy, but at the same time it was so so good, something that feels right to be joined together by.

"Lemme help then." He says, and well, he did make a bit of a mess with the sex from earlier, so he cleans up a bit as Ignis puts the food away. Not a second more however, because then he is quickly dragging his mate from the Kitchen to the bed, already nice and dark and nest-like.

Really, he did his best to be quick about it. After all, he knew that Gladio wouldn't be patient for long and sure enough, the moment Ignis had things put away neatly, he felt those strong arms close around him and he knew anything else was a lost cause. Shaking his head with a low chuckle, he let himself be pulled into the bedroom, not a single protest on his lips.

"You took two minutes quite literally, didn't you?"

"Can you blame me?"

He grins broadly and flops back down into their bed, spread over their covers and long furred body stretching out under Ignis' gaze. He doesn't mind being out on display, to patterned black and brown fur that is reminiscent of his tattoo to his hard, heavy cock, fully stiff and ready for his lover as he offered his hand up to him.

"When I have you close by, my mate, all I want to do is to be close to you."

Don't think Ignis didn't take a moment to let his gaze drag along Gladio's body. Seeing his lover as a were for the first time had been a bit of a shock, but even then, he'd been so damned handsome. Now, he felt the same draw that Gladio did. He wanted to stay there with him, curled up there, wrapped up in his presence and his scent and his arms.

He took Gladio's offered hand and climbed onto the bed, knowing that Gladio would tug him in closer. It was a foregone conclusion.

"You have me, then. Right here with you."

He rumbles happily at those words, pulling Ignis beside him so that he could roll over and kiss him, face to face and his arm sliding around his back. He does only stop to bury his lips into soft fur, over where he left his mark, and knowing it was there is so so good.

"I know, and it's so damn good."

His eyes are half lidded and he pulls Ignis in close, free hand coming around to stroke both of their cocks as he lines them up together.

The mark, though almost hidden by Ignis' ashy fur, was still livid and raw and fresh. Gladio's lips settled over it and drew a low groan from Ignis as he canted his head a bit. He had no idea that his mate's contact there could be so heady.
Hot flesh sliding against his own pulled another soft noise from him which only grew louder when he felt Gladio's strong hand close around both of them. It was all too easy to let his hips roll into that touch while a hand moved to settle on Gladio's, his fingers joining as Gladio's stroked.

Hearing those amazing noises from his lover are amazing, and Gladio wants more. His fingers stroke against them, gentle before speeding up again to match the way he feels.

"Let me have you again, love." Eager, honest and wanting. He lick over the still raw mark of his love and devotion before tilting his head back, letting Ignis find his own.

He was drawn to the mark just as easily as he was his lover. Rumbling under his breath, he inched in, lips ghosting over the mark he'd left on Gladio's neck. Even now, he could still smell both of them mingled there and it made him growl low in his throat, the sound possessive and eager.

"So needy."

Gladio would show him needy. His hands drag down the man's back as he lets their cocks go, settling on Ignis' ass as he pulls himself in, closer. His growling is with heated need as he gets his knees between Ignis' thighs, trapping his hands under his lover as he rolls the man onto his back, but so hot and eager he doesn't care.

"I'm not the only one. You'd love to take my knot, wouldn't you love?"

He uses the leverage he has gained over the other to thust his thick, canine cocl between muscular thighs, a little delighted that his spend has left a messy path over them from before, after fucking Ignis in tue kitchen.

There was no denial. How could he not want to? Right then, he was driven by instinct thanks to the moon and honestly, there was never a time when he didn't want his lover, even before his change. Sure, being human had made it easier to learn to pace such things, wait for the right times for it, but the were side of him wouldn't deny his lover.

Sharp teeth bared in a wicked smile as Ignis slowly parted his thighs even more, rolling his hips up to meet Gladio's cock.

"You already know my answer."

"I do."

Ignis looks up at him, even teasing Gladio can feel their connection. The intimacy between them has always been real and strong but this is a whole new level. He leans in to kiss him again q s he finds the lube in a dresser drawer, slicking himself up.

"I know you're aware I feel the same, but I will always tell you that I love you and want you."

He wraps a hand around his cock and brings it to Ignis' entrances, rubbing the tip against his entrance. He's soft and pliant from taking him earlier, and Gladio is glad, because it should make the stretch of taking his bigger cock much easier as he slowly pushes in

The stretch was still there, but there was no pain. When Ignis hissed, it was nothing but pleasure as his body shifted to accommodate his large lover. Clawed hands dropped to slide along Gladio's shoulders, one drifting up to idly toy with the bite he'd left earlier, his claim to his mate. When he purred in pleasure, it was as much Gladio's work as it was the thought of knowing that his mate was his. There would be no questions from the pack when he joined them. If there was, then Ignis would settle them.

Gladio sinks deep within Ignis, thick cock rubbing against his lover's prostate. He sighs in pleasure at the tightness of the man under him and the way Ignis touches him.

"Gods." He swore, soft and leaning in, pressing as much of his body to his lover. He growls out his love, more wolf than man, but that mattered little between them, because he is still the man's mate.

It'd always been something heady between them, even when they were young. Gladio had been his first in almost everything and while time had matured them, there was still a sense of raw youth in the way that Ignis seemed to soak up all the attention Gladio gave him. Now, even more so. The changes in him made him crave that attention from Gladio even if the more rational side of him knew that he'd always have it.

The glide of a heavy, wolven cock against so deep inside him made him writhe, his head tipped back as his hissed out his pleasure, his hands scrabbling for purchase on Gladio's broad shoulders.

The very first time that had started all this, when Ignis had been human and Gladio had been unable to hold back had been amazing. But this, this was truly how mates made love, already knowing they were each other's one and only. The rough need like the first time will happen again at some point, Gladio's instincts will scream at him with the need to fill Ignis up and breed him full of his cum, but right now this slow pace made Ignis writhe just as much underneath him without all of that, and it was so right.

"My mate," Gladio growls out, and past that he isn't intrested in words. He slips deep into Ignis so that he's so full of him, pulling back to rub against his prostate every time in slow thrusts. Those claws dig into his shoulders and Gladio bites at his neck in return, the two of them locked into slow and powerful thrusts as Gladio opens Ignis wide around his cock, promising his knot to him as knotted flesh thickens and instincts take over. Gladio would fuck him for hours if he could just stay like this with him, needy and wanting and the promise of ehat they both want just in the horizon.

In the back of his mind, Ignis knew that it would be hard to go out and join up with the rest of the pack when everything he needed and wanted was right there with him. Oh, he knew it was the proper thing to do, the expected thing to do, but screw it. For once in his life, he didn't want to do the proper, expected thing. He selfishly wanted to keep Gladio to himself, locked there with him, for as long as he could.

Growling low, he let his head tip as he felt teeth against his neck even as his claws sink in deeper. Everything had been intense for them before, but now that Ignis was truly Gladio's mate in all ways, it was almost too much. Too good.

The rest of the clan. Hell anything outside of their bed has all but disappeared for Gladio. His thrusts are long and slow, not chasing his own orgasm but bringing Ignis there with him. It's a hard thing to hit their orgasm close together, not like in his secretly well loved romance novels, but Gladio knows his mate's body well enough to at least keep them close when they go slow.

Instead of speaking, soft vocalizations escape his were form. The pain of thise claws cutting into him are met with a tight grip on Ignis' hips moving inward, spreading muscular thighs so he can slide further, deeper into him. Little nicks that will be left on his human skin from claws later slide through his fur.

In the long minutes they enjoy it his knot starts to press more insistently against Ignis' entrance, and Gladio vocally is enjoying himself and how good his mate feels, but the last thing he will do is deny the both of them the closeness they both want.

Ignis was wrapped up in everything Gladio. His scent. The sound of his breathing as he worked to keep the pace slow.The feel of soft fur against him. His warmth. Everything that made Gladio, Gladio. There was the faint burn of muscles being pushed again, but the deeper thrust just made Ignis sigh his pleasure as he leaned up, lips seeking Gladio's for a kiss.

His body shifted and writhed with Gladio's, groaning approval low in the back of his throat as he felt that know tease at already stretched skin. There was no denying how much he wanted it and even if there was, the way his body moved to try and press down a bit more demanding had to be a clear show.

Anything his lover wants, Ignis can have. Gladio feels the ache of want to provide for him, to make his mate happy, and he could not bear the the thought of ever being without showing it again. Sure, a lot of that is full moon instincts, but at the same time Gladio has always loved Ignis for everything he is. Being mates now only makes it more offical.

Without waiting and longer, his hips grind up into his lover eagerly. The stretch of his knot is insistent against his lover as it pushes into him, locking Gladio into Ignis with a harsh stretch, but it was so good. He growls, pressing himself as close as possible to his lover, kissing furiously as he can't help his thrusts now that they were well and truly mated together, coming close to the edge and it showed in his noisy groans.

A hitch in his breath, then another, as his body stretched to accommodate the thickened knot. It still hurt, like it did the first time, but there was no time to focus on the burn of freshly stretched skin and muscles. Not when insistent lips descended on his and his mind was swept away with hard kisses and the demands of both their bodies. He heard groaning and wasn't sure if it was from him or Gladio, but it didn't matter. What mattered was the way their bodies were locked together, skin pressed to skin and voices lost to pleasure.

Each of Gladio's thrusts pulled a soft noise from Ingis, something between a grunt and a moan as he clung to his mate, returning each kiss with teeth and tongue and desperation.

That's it. What Gladio has been craving this whole time. To be so deep in his mate that his knot locks them together and all of his senses rush in to just Ignis underneath him. He pants into his mouth, hot and needy and Gods, he cannot last much longer like this, not when now that they are fully together, his instincts scream at him to breed his mate full with his cum.

"Iggy-" Gladio groans. Claws digging in with desperate want. His hips buck up into him a few more times, thick cock pressed deep into him, but he can't hold back. Gladio loses himself with a howl of need as he spills deep in his lover, messy and his whole body shaken to his core, all of this right because it was his mate.

The sound of his name in that tone left Ignis' skin prickling under his fur. He answered in kind, voice cracking at the feel of claws digging in as he tightened his own grip, his body taking everything Gladio could give it. By now, he knew Gladio's little tells, when he was close. The way his fingers clenched, the faint tremble in those magnificent muscles, but it was the sound of his voice yet again that left Ignis breathless.

He stayed there, body still close to the edge as Gladio pumped him full, his hands damn near shaking with his own desire and his voice a low, hungry whine.