"You've known how easy I am since we were teenagers, shut up." It's a playful rumble followed by a nip at his jaw in retaliation for the tug on his hair. Gladio makes no move to sit up, though, slumping against Ignis, making no effort to hold his head up so that, for a moment, gravity is adding to the pull on his hair. Rough nails dig gently into Ignis' sides as the Shield shudders above him. One of these days Iggy's going to just yank him around by his hair and talk at him and he's going to make a mess.

A soft, unsteady laugh and he finally picks up his head. One brief but heated kiss before Gladio finally succumbs to his lover's insistent fingers, sitting back on his heels over Ignis, finishing his buttons and shoving the shirt away. It's likely to get all tangled up in the bedding but he doesn't really care, not when he's scooting back to tug at Iggy's belt, very intent to get the other man naked against him as swiftly as he can.