( Rarely, but enough that it helps Gladio to forget what goes on after all this is said and done. Gives him a little bit of hope, and right now - in this world that's trapped in sleep, waiting for their king to return - he needs every bit of hope he can find.
(Unfortunately for Gladiolus, it's all trapped in a crystal and a man with a tendency to disappear like the light did from the sky.)
And now? Gods only know they both need it. This room can be shouldered, can be endured, but gods it is so much easier when Ignis' lips are distracting him, when his body is a familiar thing to rediscover and he's whispering those words.
Gladiolus grunts, skips the sweet nothings he could murmur in response, and presses another kiss to Ignis' mouth, his fingers finding a way between their bodies to run between buttons and unhook them without the slightest attempts at elegance or patience. Let them forget, let this whole cursed room slip away and become a backdrop for noise and movement, but he does not have the patience to sit and tease right now. )
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