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[It never was 'just' anything, was it? Ignis was not the type to easily let someone in and yet Gladio had always been there, from so early in their lives. There had always been something more to it, but always too few words to say and far too few real meanings to put to what they felt for one another. Things that develop this slowly don't do so only to be cast aside at the first signs of a struggle, and gods, how they had struggled.
His hold on Gladiolus is firm and - dare it be said - desperate as they kiss and he leans back easily, so easily to the urging pressed against him. A gentle heave in his chest and he returns every kiss more than eagerly, his entire body lighting up for the second time this evening but for so many different reasons.
And then, Gladio says that, and it hits him like something solid.]
... What? [Softer this time, and gods, so much more vulnerable. Ignis stills under Gladio's weight, his fingers lingering at his shoulders with a soft tremble against his skin. His heart pounds, so loudly and he stares as much as it is possible for someone without sight to stare, pinned beneath his lover, his... gods, whatever it is that they are now.
Ignis would not admit out loud that he never thought himself worthy of this. Not here, and not now, but it's written all over him as he slides a hand up to touch it to Gladio's cheek.]
Say it again.
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