( Gladio's too distracted by the noises, by the brushing of warm skin against his, to think about should haves and could have beens. Things might have been different if he'd pressed the issue earlier, but right now there's a man - beautiful and smart and really, really bad at handling his attraction - wrapped around him like he needs nothing else right now and it's far more important than letting himself get caught up in the impossible.
Those words are there, permanent and unable to be taken away, and they play through Gladio's mind with each rock of his hips, each time his mouth finds Ignis' between gasps and low moans. First lips, then cheeks and jaw and neck, anything Gladio can reach as he keeps the pace steady long enough to shift his weight onto one hand and wrap the other around Ignis' cock, stroking in time with each press of his hips inside him. )
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