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"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.

As exhilarating as the previous heat and tension between them was, Ignis isn't unhappy with it suddenly shifting into something slower and calmer. He leans into the strong fingers in his hair and the warmth of the lips pressed against his even as his hands slip away from their previous tasks to explore the expanses of Gladio's bronzed skin.

He doesn't rush the kiss, though when they do finally part, he also doesn't hesitate to fulfill the Shield's request, drawing his name out just a little more than he had before, voice even more breathless this time.

"Gladio. Please."

If only Ignis knew just how bronzed Gladio had become. Years without sunlight had tempered the deep tan he used to have but since coming to the islands and spending even more time in the sun and less time wearing a shirt his skin was far darker than it had ever been in the past. It made Ignis look ghostly pale by comparison, especially in the low light inside the cottage.

It made for a dramatic aesthetic, Ignis' long elegant fingers smoothing over the considerably darker muscles of the man above him. That plea and those caresses earn Ignis a deep groan, the fingers in his hair twisting tighter.

"Y-yeah... I got you baby." A breathless murmur against his lips, Gladio's mouth moving back to his throat, leaving more marks on that delightfully pale skin even though he knows it will bother Iggy later. He can't bring himself to care just now. Not with the advisor breathless and wanting beneath him. His fingers stay curled firmly in the other's hair, his free hand dropping back to it's former task of unfastening Ignis' pants. Not hurried exactly, not the frantic heat of before, but there needs to be less clothing involved here, he needs to feel Iggy against him, all warm smooth skin and long lean lines.

Later he will be frustrated by those visible marks on his neck--though he is getting better at accepting them, it is going to take more time for him to be completely comfortable with them--but now he forgets about all that and just presses up against Gladio's mouth encouraging him to do as he wishes, soft sounds marking his approval if the motion isn't enough on its own.

As reluctant as he is to remove even one hand from Gladio's body, Ignis wishes the rest of his clothing gone as much as the Shield does, so he shifts one down to help with the task of removing his pants. For a short time, they do need to part so he can finish slipping them off his long legs, but once that is done, he eagerly pulls Gladio back down atop him, the fingers of both hands quickly finding their way back to his lover's body.

"Finally."

Finally was right.

As soon as Ignis' pants are finally off and out of the way he sinks back down to capture the other's mouth in a hard kiss, greedy and eager, moaning against his lips. One hand props him up, braced against the bed over Ignis' shoulder, the other smooths down his side, over his bare hip, down to grip his thigh. His hand fits neatly around the top of Iggy's thigh, thumb pressing hard over the point of the dagger inked on his body, the tip of his finger settling along the sensitive skin where thigh and ass meet.

For a moment he holds the advisor down, rocks his hips against him, letting their lengths slide together, delightful friction though there not but sweat to ease the press of skin. The motion makes him jerk his head back, panting out his next breath before abruptly shifting his position. He slides down Iggy's body, dragging his tongue from lips to neck, collar to sternum and all the way down until he drag his teeth over the delicate skin of his navel. "Could just devour you right now, babe." But for once they have most of the day, more time to play and fewer obligations, at least today, just this once.

So instead of swallowing Ignis' cock he simply trails kisses down along his belly, lets his beard brush roughly against the heated flesh of his lover before drifting further down. His grip shifts slightly, lifting Ignis' hip instead of holding him down, teeth scraping along his inner thigh. Gladio's weight shifts to his elbows one at a time, coaxing those long elegant legs over his shoulders. But still it's not Ignis' cock Gladio goes for. He nuzzles against the other's balls, gently draws one into his mouth, quick and sloppy, thumbs pressing in against his ass to spread him open while Gladio licks and nibbles and sucks at all the delicate skin available to him. Thighs, balls, taint... and if that results in saliva sliding down along Ignis' ass well, it's pretty clear he'll follow eventually.

Perhaps this is revenge for him teasing Gladio before, but if it is, Ignis doesn't care. He barely gets that one word out of his mouth and then Gladio is everywhere. He can't even catch his breath, one wave of sensation not even reaching its crescendo before another is rising to overwhelm it. If Gladio's aim is to keep him from being able to speak, then he's achieved it and then some. The sounds that fall from his lips are nowhere near words. Even getting the Shield's name out is beyond him right now.

When Gladio moves back to lift his legs, Ignis hands fall away from him. Oh, he could still reach the Shield's shoulders if he tried, but he doesn't have the focus for such a complicated motion. Instead, his fingers curl into the bedding beneath him and if it's all that is keeping him from flying away. As a testament to his flexibility, he curls one leg back his toes dig into Gladio's back.

Gladio might be teasing, he might be taking Ignis apart bit by bit, but all signs point to him wanting every bit of it and more.

Definitely revenge, the kind of revenge that is all to delightful to dish out and having Ignis' legs wrapped around his shoulders only encourages him to push further. The sounds he makes, the perfect body spread out above him. Gladio curses under his breath, shifting slightly, pushing up on his elbows a little more and doing two things simultaneously.

The change in angle lets him finally put his mouth on Ignis' cock, swallowing him down in a swift, sudden motion. The whole point is for it to be overwhelming and one more explosive burst of sensation even as one finger, slick with the mess of saliva in his wake presses firmly against the other man's entrance. It's not enough to push inside, not with nothing more than spit, but the promise of it is there, testing and careful. They've never gone that far and Gladio doesn't want to push if Ignis isn't comfortable with it. It's largely impractical given their situation but, just this once, maybe there's time.

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