Gladio smirks at that breathless threat, grinning against the welted skin of Iggy's throat, pressing his smile into the skin so he knows Ignis will feel what he can't see. Smug and self-assured and Gladio lays harder against the other man, fingers skimming down his arm.

Then, abruptly, one powerful hand closes around Iggy's wrist, yanking his hand up, pinning it to the door above Iggy's head and he makes a sound deep in his chest, something halfway between a possessive growl and a laugh. His teeth nip sharply at Ignis' earlobe, breath hot against his ear.

"Make me~"