"Who says I'm teasing?" Gladio most certainly teased, a low rumble of laughter in his voice. Still, he shifted enough to be able to really start working Ignis, moving his mouth to the other's ear. "But if I don't tease, I won't get to hear the sounds you make when I do..." Still very much teasing, even if his hand wasn't.

It wasn't the rough, hungry sex they'd had as their norm over the last few years in particular, when Gladio tried to show his love in the need of his hands, the cry in his voice, the taste of Ignis' skin in his mouth. This was more simple, undoubtedly more intimate.