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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.

"Hmm, I think I won that round," Ignis' whisper is pleased, and it's obvious he is completely unconcerned that Gladio just barely kept himself from collapsing onto him. Honestly, he's a little disappointed in that, but the sounds the Shield makes afterward are more than worth the disappointment.

"It's a bloody shame I wasn't able to see your face when you made that sound. You must have looked nothing short of breathtaking." As he speaks, Ignis' fingers continue moving over Gladio's cock, slowly, almost lazily. It's his other hand that makes a more firm motion, giving the Shield's hair another yank.

"Perhaps next time we should borrow a mirror so you can tell me just how beautiful you look when you make those sounds."

Round? They’re doing this in rounds now?

That has Gladdy grumbling, resisting the next tug on his hair. The idea of Ignis thinking him beautiful is a little odd, really, something he wouldn’t use to describe himself at all. “Beautiful?” Soft and curious and breathless despite himself.

“Not as beautiful as you.” It takes a moment for him to force his eyes open, watching the smug curve of perfect lips, moaning at a particularly delightful twist of Ignis’ fingers. He manages to keep himself upright long enough to tug the advisor’s belt free properly and then he surrenders to pleasure and gravity. Lips catching Iggy’s kissing him hard as he slumps down against him, off center enough to not crush him and to leave him room to work his hand over him.

"Do you doubt my word choice, lovely petal?" The stroke that follows that question is slightly rougher as if to punish that doubt. Ignis is the one whose trained his whole life in the art of using words, after all. This is just a different application of those skills.

As if to make up for that harsher stroke, though, his next one is gentle, teasing, tempting.

"I could list all the words that apply to you besides that one, but..." His voice cuts off as Gladio captures his lips again, weight settling mostly upon him. There's no hesitation or shame in the groan that Ignis makes into the kiss, for once just as distracted and lost as he's been making Gladio feel over the last few minutes. Once he can free his mouth again, he chuckles, speaking lowly before drawing Gladio back in for another kiss.

"We bloody well have no time for that."

Listening to Ignis groan and settle back when he finally lets his weight fall on the younger man has him smiling into the kiss.

"Never doubt you, babe." Murmured against Iggy's lips even as Gladio shifts his weight a little, letting himself roll his hips, moving eagerly against the advisor's firm grip. He sinks back into the kiss after that, one hand worming between them so he can fumble his way through unfastening Ignis' buttons. One snags on the button hole, the soft sound of snapping threads stilling his movements for a fleeting moment, worried briefly what Iggy will say.

Then he seems to decide he doesn't give a shit and tugs a little harder, parting his shirt completely so he can lay over his lover, skin to warm soft skin.

"It seems as though I need to add 'destructive' to that list of words." Despite the statement, Ignis' voice is breathless and light. This once he will allow the destruction, even though he knows the feel of skin against skin puts him at a disadvantage, the warmth and weight clouding his mind more than even the earlier kisses had. It makes him feel so safe and protected and cared for...

"Gladio."

It almost sounds as if he's begging, but Ignis doesn't care. Challenges be damned. He wants more.

Gladio hums softly at the scolding, clearly unconcerned with it. Especially not when Ignis says his name like that immediately after. His mouth moves down nibbling at the younger man's jaw, one sharp nip landing when he moves on to his neck.

"Anything you want if you say my name like that again babe." It's a hard decision to make, whether to keep going, move back so he can finish undressing Ignis... or to just settle over him for a moment, savor the press of his skin, the heat of him under his mouth. He's eager, yeah, but he also wants to relish every moment like this. His free hand abandons the challenge of unfastening the advisor's pants in favor of sliding up, cupping his cheek, carding his fingers through hair that's getting long enough to be unruly, using the touch to guide Iggy's mouth back to his once more.

There's no need to rush, they have hours before they need to sleep.

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