"We are long, long long overdue," Ignis agrees, and as tempted as he is to draw Gladio into another kiss there by the firepit, he realizes that their time now is far too valuable to waste. He lets himself be lead, though it takes very little convincing, and he offers Gladio a warm and knowing smile as he coolly slips past him and into the tent, squeezing his hand as he passes before releasing it.
"I could stand to be reminded of simplicity's merits more often," he goes on, carefully removing his glasses and setting them aside, safely out of the way. He wouldn't stop Gladio if he chose to get rough with their clothing, but his glasses weren't quite so easily replaced, at least not immediately.
Gladio steps in behind him, crouched a little to fit beneath the ceiling of the tent. He moves to crown into Ignis' personal space once more and this time when his hand snakes around the other man's waist, it's to slip fingers up beneath the hem of his shirt, seeking out the warm skin of his stomach as he splays his fingers there, a teasing caress and a weighted pressure. His lips tickle against the curve of Ignis' ear a moment before he allows a scrape of teeth.
"You have too many clothes on. Gonna get rid of the rest too?"
He leans back against Gladio's solid weight, more relaxed than their other companions often had the opportunity to see him, sliding a hand to rest over Gladio's against his own stomach. The teasing lips against his ear and the hard brush of teeth make it difficult to be patient, especially when it's likely that their time is somewhat limited, but he doesn't have it in him to rush just yet. The next time they had the luxury of staying in a motel, he would be able to afford to be more methodical, but for now he might have to settle for something in-between.
"Get rid of your jacket and then we'll see to the rest."
Gladio's lips curve into a smirk against Ignis' skin before he steps back to obey, shrugging out of his jacket and then the shirt underneath, dropping them carelessly onto one of the sleeping bags spread across the floor of the tent.
He stands there in only his jeans and boots, propping his hands on his hips as he gives Ignis an expectant grin.
Ignis grabs his own shirt by the hem, tugging it upwards and pulling it off over his head, casting it aside before he closes the space between them once more. There's more clothing to remove, but he finds it hard to keep himself from twining his arms around the other man's waist, leaning in to press a warm, open-mouthed kiss against the side of his neck before slowly working his way up.
They've been in the wilderness for days, and both of them are sure to taste of sweat and dirt and dust, but he doesn't care.
"Better," he remarks approvingly, trailing one finger down the length of Gladio's chest and abdomen to circle his navel.
Gladio gives a low groan when Ignis wraps around him, his mouth finding already-heated flesh and for a moment his head falls back, eyes sliding closed as he just soaks up the glorious feel of it, of having nothing between him and the slide of Ignis' flesh and the all-too-present awareness of how long it's been.
"Much," Ignis assures him, his lips forming the word against his jaw before he works his way to his lips, one thumb hooking lightly against the back of Gladio's jeans, stroking at the dip in his lower back. "Do you have any idea how maddening it is to have to keep my distance?"
"I might have an idea." There's a note of wry humor in his voice at that as he lets his hands slide down Ignis' sides before sweeping inwards to thumb open the button of his jeans, sliding the fabric out of the way of his questing fingers.
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"I could stand to be reminded of simplicity's merits more often," he goes on, carefully removing his glasses and setting them aside, safely out of the way. He wouldn't stop Gladio if he chose to get rough with their clothing, but his glasses weren't quite so easily replaced, at least not immediately.
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Gladio steps in behind him, crouched a little to fit beneath the ceiling of the tent. He moves to crown into Ignis' personal space once more and this time when his hand snakes around the other man's waist, it's to slip fingers up beneath the hem of his shirt, seeking out the warm skin of his stomach as he splays his fingers there, a teasing caress and a weighted pressure. His lips tickle against the curve of Ignis' ear a moment before he allows a scrape of teeth.
"You have too many clothes on. Gonna get rid of the rest too?"
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He leans back against Gladio's solid weight, more relaxed than their other companions often had the opportunity to see him, sliding a hand to rest over Gladio's against his own stomach. The teasing lips against his ear and the hard brush of teeth make it difficult to be patient, especially when it's likely that their time is somewhat limited, but he doesn't have it in him to rush just yet. The next time they had the luxury of staying in a motel, he would be able to afford to be more methodical, but for now he might have to settle for something in-between.
"Get rid of your jacket and then we'll see to the rest."
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Gladio's lips curve into a smirk against Ignis' skin before he steps back to obey, shrugging out of his jacket and then the shirt underneath, dropping them carelessly onto one of the sleeping bags spread across the floor of the tent.
He stands there in only his jeans and boots, propping his hands on his hips as he gives Ignis an expectant grin.
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They've been in the wilderness for days, and both of them are sure to taste of sweat and dirt and dust, but he doesn't care.
"Better," he remarks approvingly, trailing one finger down the length of Gladio's chest and abdomen to circle his navel.
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Too long.
"Is it?"
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