His plan is to get Ignis naked, fast. Or it was. But blunted nails scrape down his chest and his breath rushes out of him, fingers curling around Iggy's belt instead of unfastening it. The catch and sting of nails over his nipples gets a sharp inhale of breath, a stuttering moan-

It what Ignis says that has him growling softly, though, ducking back down to kiss his lover hard and hungry. He doesn't say how hot that idea is but he doesn't need to. The way he responds to the suggestion, breathless and ratcheting up the intensity immediately, says more than enough. As does the fact that, despite his fingers still being curled around Ignis' belt, he makes no move to continue unbuckling it.