( It's simple enough, in Gladio's mind. He wants Ignis. Somewhere along the line, it went from simply making out, from heated moments in secret parts of the Citadel, to the realisation that he loved this intelligent, infuriating man with the quirky sense of humour and coffee addiction.
A realisation which came a lot sooner than Gladio might ever admit, helped him survive years of undefined moments and an age of never quite going all the way.
Nah, it was never just hormonal making out in the Citadel, not really.
Ignis wraps his arm around Gladio, pulls him closer and Gladio doesn't need any other encouragement to push onwards, pressing himself up and over and gently urging Ignis back onto the bed, kiss after kiss finding his lips, and gods above he could truly lose himself in those kisses forever, but he pulls back anyway. Just a little.
Just enough to say- )
I love you.
( And to look at the beautiful, scarred face of the man who has become his world, who has been his world in another way entirely to his duties towards the crown. The one who makes him think about life outside of training and guarding, who he's never truly had for more than an evening before.
He wants that. More than he wants the clawing nails and harsh kisses, he wants lazy evenings curled up on a couch together, wants walks through the city (both far off dreams for other reasons now, but still). )
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A realisation which came a lot sooner than Gladio might ever admit, helped him survive years of undefined moments and an age of never quite going all the way.
Nah, it was never just hormonal making out in the Citadel, not really.
Ignis wraps his arm around Gladio, pulls him closer and Gladio doesn't need any other encouragement to push onwards, pressing himself up and over and gently urging Ignis back onto the bed, kiss after kiss finding his lips, and gods above he could truly lose himself in those kisses forever, but he pulls back anyway. Just a little.
Just enough to say- )
I love you.
( And to look at the beautiful, scarred face of the man who has become his world, who has been his world in another way entirely to his duties towards the crown. The one who makes him think about life outside of training and guarding, who he's never truly had for more than an evening before.
He wants that. More than he wants the clawing nails and harsh kisses, he wants lazy evenings curled up on a couch together, wants walks through the city (both far off dreams for other reasons now, but still). )