His legs shifted apart as his hips inched up, the pull on repaired muscles a sweet burn that only served to sharpen the pleasure Gladio's touch brought. He knew that Ignis wasn't one to mind his scars, but Gladio should know that he wasn't too keen on someone touching them, but this? Ignis would never mind the brush of lips against the marred flesh.

He sighed softly, Gladio's name in that breath as he just let himself go for now.