If only Ignis knew just how bronzed Gladio had become. Years without sunlight had tempered the deep tan he used to have but since coming to the islands and spending even more time in the sun and less time wearing a shirt his skin was far darker than it had ever been in the past. It made Ignis look ghostly pale by comparison, especially in the low light inside the cottage.

It made for a dramatic aesthetic, Ignis' long elegant fingers smoothing over the considerably darker muscles of the man above him. That plea and those caresses earn Ignis a deep groan, the fingers in his hair twisting tighter.

"Y-yeah... I got you baby." A breathless murmur against his lips, Gladio's mouth moving back to his throat, leaving more marks on that delightfully pale skin even though he knows it will bother Iggy later. He can't bring himself to care just now. Not with the advisor breathless and wanting beneath him. His fingers stay curled firmly in the other's hair, his free hand dropping back to it's former task of unfastening Ignis' pants. Not hurried exactly, not the frantic heat of before, but there needs to be less clothing involved here, he needs to feel Iggy against him, all warm smooth skin and long lean lines.