His skin was a constant sting now, the flesh warm and clearly irritated. The quiet protests had died off already, each strike met with nothing more than a soft gasp or soon enough, a shaky sigh that ended up ghosting against Gladio's lips. His heartbeat had already picked up the pace as his body worked to adjust to the flickers of pain, but don't think parts of him hadn't taken notice of the situation. His cock was already on its way to hardening.