Ignis' clever fingers have been a source of distraction for years, long before Gladio had fully admitted the depths of his feelings for his friend. Now, feeling them skating over his body, light and exploratory, is enough to have him completely forget about any discomfort that his recent movements might have caused. There's that flicker of of magic and he starts to sigh, soft and relieved.

But the sound catches in his throat when Ignis' lips find his collarbone. His hands come up to catch at Ignis' shoulders, not discouraging, just holding onto him for a moment.

"I-Ig..." A gasp and then he's tangling his fingers into Ignis' hair, hauling him up for another kiss, this time a little less cautious, intense and hungry but no less emotional for it.