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It wasn't uncommon for Ignis to be out late at night. Between his work and keeping an eye on his charge, nights were definitely something he was used to, though most would say he was a creature better suited to the sunlight. Most of the time, he just offered those that dared say anything a cool stare and his back as he moved on past them. It wasn't really him being rude. He simply didn't have the time for such silliness. Not when there were always things to do.

On nicer nights, he would walk himself home from Noctis' and tonight was no different. The moon was close to being full, if not already full, and the night was pleasantly warm. The walk might be longer than most would like, but he enjoyed the chance to have some peace and quiet while mulling over the business of the day. Court politics could anger the calmest among them and the chance to think things through had left Ignis better able to handle such things.

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If he were cognizant enough to manage full sentences, he'd tell his mate that he didn't want the world. He only wanted him. At moments like the current one, the world could go hang.

If he'd had any idea that heats could be such a driving, instinct driven time, he'd planned for it. Hells, he had only for it to keep pushing back and back until he privately thought that maybe, just maybe, it wouldn't affect him. After all, he'd been late to shift and it'd been a hard time at that.

Each tease of that thick length catching at his rim made Ignis growl in muted frustration only to have that change into a sharp, pleased hiss when his lover finally slid home. There was no hesitation as Ignis pressed back, hips rolling as best the could from how he was pinned. He wanted more and there was no way to miss the not so subtle demands that every inch of his body was screaming.

Gladio did not miss his mate's need at all, the low growls and the way he arches against him a demand more than a request. He had promised to give him whatever he wants, and Ignis can have it.

With a low groan he works deep into the other, hips rolling forward to sink deep into Ignis. Keeping up a pace that seems to please his mate in heat to please him, to let his lover feel him all the way through.

"Mm, you feel so good, babe... and all of this, it is all yours and mine. Always will be."

And he thought he'd been mindless before, when he'd first started to shift. No, his heat seemed to drive all sense from him and conspired to leave him a creature of instinct driven desire. Right then, nothing else mattered. Just Gladio's thick scent around him and the warmth of his body as he let himself slip a little deeper into that heat driven lust. Instinct told him that Gladio would be there, that his mate would give him what he wanted... no, needed and at that moment, all was right with his little world.

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.

Each word in Gladio's low voice just spurred Ignis on. His fingers tightened on Gladio's while his other hand slid aimlessly along the surface of the fridge he was pressed against. Maybe later, he'd remember to fuss at Gladio for working him up yet again in his precious kitchen, but for now, the big were was safe from his ire.

Ignis is usually so quiet, that even these soft little noises spurred on by his heat drive Gladio wild. He groans and holds his whole body as close to his mate as possible. Ignis feels so damn good and knowing he was making the other feel good spurring him on.

"M' gonna... Iggy."

He groans. Hand coming down to wrap around his' lover's cock, trying to drag him there with him. His teeth nip at the sensitive spots at the back of his lover's neck, and with a long groan he works on keeping from transforming. Knotting him here would be an awful pain afterward after all.

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