If they laze in bed for too long who is going to feed their king and his chocobo?
Fingers splay out over his belly and Gladio sucks in a breath. There's a fleeting moment where his eyes go wide and he arches a little. It tickles a little, sure, but mostly it's abruptly a lot of sensation low on his belly. He slaps his hand over Ignis', pressing it flat to his stomach with a soft sound somewhere between a whimper and a groan.
"Not... ticklish there, babe." Not quite. Tickle his sides or, astrals save him, the back of his knees. Not there.
Right surprises. He takes a deep breath to clear his head a little, turns back to drop a kiss on Ignis' throat. "Do you want me to tell you or get feel for it and guess yourself?"
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Fingers splay out over his belly and Gladio sucks in a breath. There's a fleeting moment where his eyes go wide and he arches a little. It tickles a little, sure, but mostly it's abruptly a lot of sensation low on his belly. He slaps his hand over Ignis', pressing it flat to his stomach with a soft sound somewhere between a whimper and a groan.
"Not... ticklish there, babe." Not quite. Tickle his sides or, astrals save him, the back of his knees. Not there.
Right surprises. He takes a deep breath to clear his head a little, turns back to drop a kiss on Ignis' throat. "Do you want me to tell you or get feel for it and guess yourself?"