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He knows better than to actually suggest carrying him but it would be so much easier than actually keeping his hands to himself. Another laugh, fingers sliding into a belt loop to tug Ignis to a stop. This time his mouth falls to Iggy's throat, not his lips, nibbling and sucking.

"We will eventually." Light and teasing, knowing it will drive Iggy a little bit nuts to be standing out here in the middle of a public space with Gladio pawing at him and nibbling on his throat. "You gonna be mad if I leave marks babe?"

Because he's very close to it already.

"We're going to scar Laurent and Damen's horses and I'm not going to take the responsibility for that." Despite his complaints, Ignis tilts his head back, giving Gladio more access to this neck, a soft, contented sigh following his words.

"Below the collar, love," one of his hands threads its way into Gladio's hair. "Otherwise, mark away. I'm not going to stop you."

"They're horses not kids." Grumbled but he does start slowly moving backwards towards the cottage, one arm around Iggy's waist to pull him along, never moving his mouth from the other man's throat.

"Why below the collar? You're not making an appearance in court any time soon." And the words are breathed out against Ignis' ear, warm and low, lips finding the delicate skin below his ear, just behind his jaw and nipping lightly.

Come on, Igs. No one will care.

"Are you certain of that? There are times when I'm pretty sure those horses are actually their heirs..." Ignis groans softly at the continued attention to his neck. It's not fair how quickly his mind is becoming fuzzy. It's a good thing that Gladio is finally moving them toward the cottage.

"Do you truly wish Prompto to implode on himself every time he sees me until that mark fades? He's not going to be able to look me in the face."

Though, at the rate this is going, Prompto may be doomed to being a tomato for a while because Ignis is quickly moving into 'just do it' territory.

Ignis doesn't have a chance to get to 'just do it' territory. Gladio actually pulls back a little and for a moment he's pleased that Iggy can't see the wicked grin on his face. Oh? Oh it's out of respect for Prompto's virtue?

Hell no.

Gladio does wait until they get to the cottage at least, dragging Ignis inside and slamming the door behind him, shoving the advisor back against the wood and immediately plying his mouth to his throat again. Teeth catch over his pulse, biting down firmly, sucking gently at the spot then laving his tongue over the forming bruise only to start sucking again. Each breath reverberates in his chest, rumbling out of him in a soft growl against Iggy's throat as he bodily pushes him up against the door.

Ignis might not be able to see the look on Gladio's face, but when the Shield pulls back and doesn't say anything, he is immediately suspicious. Of course, before he can ask what Gladio's up to, his boyfriend is all but dragging him into the cottage. Even once inside, Ignis isn't given a change to catch his breath because he's quickly pushed up against the closed door as Gladio goes back to work on his neck.

Well, at least he doesn't have to ask what that pause was about.

Without thinking about it, Ignis slides his fingers into Gladio's hair and pulls gently. It's one way to get the Shield's attention when he can't find a way to make his voice work. Each time he tries to say Gladio's name, all that comes out are soft moans instead. It'd be embarrassing if Ignis stopped to think about it which is why he very specifically doesn't do that.

But Gladio loves the pull of those elegant fingers in his hair and instead of getting his attention the Shield takes the tugging as encouragement instead, rumbling a moan against Iggy's throat. Slowly he moves down, nipping sharply, pink welts dancing down the length of Ignis' throat, latching on again at the sharp edge of collarbone, not quite at the hollow of his throat but close enough to be easily visible and constantly remind him by the brush of that little skull charm over the forming bruise.

They'll make their way to the bedroom eventually but for now Gladio is quite content to maul Iggy's throat.

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..."

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~"

That possessive growl isn't allowed to stand alone. Ignis turns his head toward Gladio, matching him growl for growl and snapping playfully at him. At the same time, he arches up into the Shield, shifting his balance enough that he can wrap one leg around Gladio, resting his heel against the back of his lover's knee.

"I have one free hand," he all but purrs in Gladio's ear as said hand tightens once more in Gladio's hair, "and two free legs. How hard would you like me to try?"

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.

Ignis gets about two seconds to realize he really should have just acted instead of taking the time to speak and then all thought in his brain fades into static. The groan that slips from his lips is an unrestrained thing, sound as uncontrolled as his body is when he arches into Gladio's thigh. While not unwelcome, the extra encouragement is definitely not needed.

They really should move away from the door before this goes any farther, but like hell is he going to be the one to interrupt this in order to suggest it.

With an impressive show of flexibility, Ignis draws his leg up and wraps it around Gladio's waist pressing his heel into the Shield's back. He then growls low in his throat, "Get back up here and I'll show you." Of course, Ignis doesn't really give Gladio much time to obey the command. Instead, he gives the Shield's hair another sharp tug to pull his head up enough that he can crash his lips into his lover's.

Ignis grinds against him and Gladio groans, low and deep against his throat. One long leg wraps around him and Gladio's hands move immediately, dipping down, cupping ass and thigh, lifting Ignis' weight into his arms and using the tight grip on his ass to coax his other leg up around his waist.

"Fu-" He starts to curse, hips jerking against his lover, so eager already, but then Ignis is kissing him and he gasps against the other man's mouth.

The kiss he surrenders to Ignis, lets him pull at long thick hair and kiss the breath out of him. But his hands hold Iggy close as he takes a step back from the door, taking away the support from behind him, making sure Ignis is settled firmly against him. Gladio, however, is not nearly so smooth as Ignis when it comes to walking blindly through the living room. The goal is their room, their bed but first he has to get there without dropping Iggy or breaking his toes on a table, chairs... the damn cat.

It doesn't take much coaxing to get Ignis to bring his other leg up to join the first. He merely needs a moment to shift his weight into Gladio and then it's done, muscles tensing so he can pull their bodies as close together as possible. He pulls away from the kiss just long enough to mutter a breathless 'Yes, please," before returning to it, all passion and fire.

He has no doubts about Gladio's ability to carry him to the bedroom, but tripping over something is definitely a concern, especially when there is a very loving tigerlily around. Fortunately, Ignis figured out a way not long after they got Leo to avoid that.

Once he breaks from the kiss to breathe, he lifts the hand he doesn't have wrapped in Gladio's hair and snaps his fingers rapidly a couple of times. As soon as the sound fades, a low purr comes from off to their left, clearly giving away Leo's location.

No tigerlily underfoot? Excellent, now back to more important things.

"Clever." Mumbled against Iggy's lips as Gladio reaches out with one foot to kick the chair Prompto never pushes in back out of the way and then it's a clear path to the bedroom. As they move he turns, dropping back against the door himself, grunting softly when his aim is off a little and the door frame digs into the back of his shoulder. But that was the point, so he can feel where he is and it only takes a fleeting moment of dropping his hand away from Ignis' ass to turn the door knob.

Then he's pushing through the door, turning quickly, kicking it shut behind him. A low chuckle against Ignis' mouth and then, abruptly he's heaving him up a little higher, breaking the hold of his legs crossed behind his back and tossing Ignis down onto the bed with a laugh. There's a moment between them, where they aren't touching but there's a rustle of cloth, the heavy thunk of Gladio's boots being tossed aside and by the time the Shield is climbing onto the bed with him it's quickly apparent he's naked.

"He makes the most pitiful sounds when he even thinks you're going to step on him," Ignis mutters back as Gladio finishes clearing their path and opens the door. "I had to do something before I lost my mind."

Ignis is glad when Gladio turns his attention back to him, but that feeling lasts only for a moment as he knows better than to trust that particular chuckle. He's just opening his mouth to warn the Shield against whatever he's thinking when he's dropped onto the bed causing his breath to leave him in a startled huff. He doesn't even get to properly scold Gladio for the rough handling because by the time he has his breath back, his lover is back on the bed and very naked.

"This is quite unfair. I do hope you realize that." How is he suppose to have enough focus to scold when there is so much tanned skin and muscle for him to focus on feeling instead?

"Oh? Well I guess we just need to make it even, then." The grin is audible in Gladio's voice, hands working swiftly over the buttons of his shirt, rumbling his annoyance as he always does when he has to undress his lover.

"Difference is I make it easy." Grumbled playfully as he shoves Ignis' partially unbuttoned shirt out of the way so that he can drag teeth and lips and tongue over skin that is still impressively pale considering they're on a tropical island. It makes the contrast of Gladio's deep tan even more clear where his hands slide up over Ignis' chest. But for all the grumbling he dips his head, suckles lightly at his collarbone, nibbles his way up Iggy's throat.

"Love you."

"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.

"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.

As much as he wants out of his clothes, Ignis can't help but relish the feeling of Gladio's weight on him. The feeling is made even better with how the Shield shudders under his fingertips. So much reaction to so little. It's something he wants to explore, but those explorations will have to wait because all too soon Gladio is giving into his demand.

Though Ignis is planning on taking care of his own clothing, Gladio makes it clear very quickly that isn't his plan. A content and perhaps slightly wicked smile crosses his face as he runs his fingers up over Gladio's arms and then drags his nails down over the Shield's chest making sure to catch his nipples as he goes.

"It would be something if I brought you off before you even finished undressing me, wouldn't it?"

His plan is to get Ignis naked, fast. Or it was. But blunted nails scrape down his chest and his breath rushes out of him, fingers curling around Iggy's belt instead of unfastening it. The catch and sting of nails over his nipples gets a sharp inhale of breath, a stuttering moan-

It what Ignis says that has him growling softly, though, ducking back down to kiss his lover hard and hungry. He doesn't say how hot that idea is but he doesn't need to. The way he responds to the suggestion, breathless and ratcheting up the intensity immediately, says more than enough. As does the fact that, despite his fingers still being curled around Ignis' belt, he makes no move to continue unbuckling it.

Ignis's smile widens under the press of Gladio's lips, his mind delighted at the positive reaction to his little idea while his body willingly allows the passionate kiss to steal his breath away. Once they've parted, he folds the fingers of one hand so his index finger is left alone to trail a light, winding path down across Gladio's stomach.

"I could let my fingers do most of the work or I could let my mouth do it. One of these would require you letting me up, though. I wonder which you will choose?"

Oh no. No, he'd framed it as a challenge and that's precisely what it's going to be. Gladio isn't about to sit back and let Ignis bring him off when he wants so badly to feel him against him, warm skin to skin.

The finger trailing down his belly makes the muscles beneath that touch tense and shift but he doesn't arch up seeking more contact, not this time. Instead he huffs a breath, grinning wicked and challenging down at Ignis before capturing his mouth once more, devouring him more than kissing him, fingers working his belt loose unless Ignis actively tries to stop him.

Ignis laughs wickedly into that devouring kiss, not allowing his breath to stolen quite so quickly this time. Well, he had given Gladio an easy route to pleasure, but of course the Shield hadn't taken it. It would have been surprising had he decided to.

Not wanting to allow Gladio to get ahead of him, Ignis quickly unfolds his fingers and wastes no time wrapping them around the Shield's cock, giving it a slow, strong stroke from base to tip.

Surprisingly enough, his other hand doesn't go to try and stop Gladio's work on his belt. Instead, it winds itself back into long chestnut tresses and pulls.

That laugh gets a playful growl, teeth scraping purposefully against Ignis' tongue, fighting for control of the kiss. The buckle gives and the victory is short lived as Ignis' fingers curl around him. What dominance he'd gained in the kiss slips away as he moans into Ignis' mouth, eager and needy.

But it's not until elegant fingers twist into dark hair that he comes undone. The hand gripping his belt yanks abruptly, half unthreading it as he slams his forearm to the bed beside Ignis, just barely catching his weight before he collapses on his lover. There's a sound, something startlingly high pitched and broken as he tilts his head, following the pull on his hair without resistance. His hips buck up into Iggy's hold and he surrenders the kiss entirely to pant out a breathless murmur of the other's name.

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