Oh no. No, he'd framed it as a challenge and that's precisely what it's going to be. Gladio isn't about to sit back and let Ignis bring him off when he wants so badly to feel him against him, warm skin to skin.

The finger trailing down his belly makes the muscles beneath that touch tense and shift but he doesn't arch up seeking more contact, not this time. Instead he huffs a breath, grinning wicked and challenging down at Ignis before capturing his mouth once more, devouring him more than kissing him, fingers working his belt loose unless Ignis actively tries to stop him.