"I'm not certain being 'easy' is something you should be so proud of," Ignis' voice is full of amusement at the start of that sentence, but by the time he gets to the end of it, he's breathless again, eyes closed as he leans up into the press of Gladio's mouth against his neck. Unsurprisingly, it doesn't take long for his hands to make their way into Gladio's hair, not with how much he likes feeling the increasingly longer locks sliding through his fingers. Surprisingly quickly, though, the grip he has on Gladio's hair changes from gentle to hard.

"I love you too, lovely petal, but I'll love you more if you give me a chance to get out of these clothes first."

This shirt has already lost one button. He'd rather it not lose anymore.