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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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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