"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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