"Do you doubt my word choice, lovely petal?" The stroke that follows that question is slightly rougher as if to punish that doubt. Ignis is the one whose trained his whole life in the art of using words, after all. This is just a different application of those skills.

As if to make up for that harsher stroke, though, his next one is gentle, teasing, tempting.

"I could list all the words that apply to you besides that one, but..." His voice cuts off as Gladio captures his lips again, weight settling mostly upon him. There's no hesitation or shame in the groan that Ignis makes into the kiss, for once just as distracted and lost as he's been making Gladio feel over the last few minutes. Once he can free his mouth again, he chuckles, speaking lowly before drawing Gladio back in for another kiss.

"We bloody well have no time for that."