But Gladio loves the pull of those elegant fingers in his hair and instead of getting his attention the Shield takes the tugging as encouragement instead, rumbling a moan against Iggy's throat. Slowly he moves down, nipping sharply, pink welts dancing down the length of Ignis' throat, latching on again at the sharp edge of collarbone, not quite at the hollow of his throat but close enough to be easily visible and constantly remind him by the brush of that little skull charm over the forming bruise.

They'll make their way to the bedroom eventually but for now Gladio is quite content to maul Iggy's throat.