There's a moment where he just shudders against Ignis, breath rushing out of him, head tipping back into the pull on his hair. A moment where he wants to surrender the challenge, let Ignis be the one to ruin him this time.
If the challenge had been purely physical he may have. But no, Ignis has to speak, open his mouth to challenge and make Gladio think for a moment, process words and ground himself a little.
He shifts his weight just a little, lets the pressure of Iggy's heel against the back of his knee tip his weight entirely to the opposite leg, thigh lifting to press firmly between the advisor's thigh. He groans softly, grinding up against Ignis with one thigh, mouth nipping at his ear, jaw, whatever he can reach.
"How hard d'you think you can?" As he says it his free hand drops down to let his fingers dip below the waistband of his pants, tugging at his shirt and gripping firmly at his ass, urging him to move against the friction of the thigh pressed against him.
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If the challenge had been purely physical he may have. But no, Ignis has to speak, open his mouth to challenge and make Gladio think for a moment, process words and ground himself a little.
He shifts his weight just a little, lets the pressure of Iggy's heel against the back of his knee tip his weight entirely to the opposite leg, thigh lifting to press firmly between the advisor's thigh. He groans softly, grinding up against Ignis with one thigh, mouth nipping at his ear, jaw, whatever he can reach.
"How hard d'you think you can?" As he says it his free hand drops down to let his fingers dip below the waistband of his pants, tugging at his shirt and gripping firmly at his ass, urging him to move against the friction of the thigh pressed against him.