Ignis could say that the lack of response is what makes him pull harder, but honestly he knows full well that's not it. Those rumbled moans are causing need to swirl in him and he hardly wants Gladio to stop. Of course, he would also like a chance to do a little mauling of his own.

He lets his head fall back against the door--soft moans matching Gladio's for the few moments it takes him to finally drag his voice back from wherever it's crawled off--and then he gives Glaido's hair one more tug.

"If you don't let me have a turn soon, so help me..."