Gladio hums softly at the scolding, clearly unconcerned with it. Especially not when Ignis says his name like that immediately after. His mouth moves down nibbling at the younger man's jaw, one sharp nip landing when he moves on to his neck.

"Anything you want if you say my name like that again babe." It's a hard decision to make, whether to keep going, move back so he can finish undressing Ignis... or to just settle over him for a moment, savor the press of his skin, the heat of him under his mouth. He's eager, yeah, but he also wants to relish every moment like this. His free hand abandons the challenge of unfastening the advisor's pants in favor of sliding up, cupping his cheek, carding his fingers through hair that's getting long enough to be unruly, using the touch to guide Iggy's mouth back to his once more.

There's no need to rush, they have hours before they need to sleep.