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[Most of the time, it's Gladio pulling him into these moments, stealing a kiss or a touch that stokes the embers under Ignis' desire for him. But sometimes... Sometimes, it's Ignis who reaches out, and right now it's for the sake of forgetting where they are and the memories attached to this space. If they have to be here... then new experiences can override the old ones.
Ignis' feelings for Gladio have always been complicated, in his mind, only made more so by his constant compartmentalising of them. When they're not together, not alone, he tucks them away and shuts them down tight, only letting Gladio see that he means anything to him when there's no one else around.
He knows, in his heart, that it can't be easy. He knows he could make it easier in so many ways, but...
The space around him disappears with only Gladio to hold on to. He leans up, leans into the kiss, grips gently at the other man's shirt and presses in close.]
I want you. [He murmurs. He isn't sure what he wants yet, but gods, he wants something. Something to help him forget the state of the world and how it's crumbling around them. Something to help him forget the fighting, the nightmares, the way the scars on his face still sometimes sting enough to make him wince.
The only thing, the only person he wants to be able to remember is right here.]
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