"Why-" kiss "-would you-" kiss, nip "-wound me like that?" Kiss, slower, longer. "Deny the world this voice?" He picked up the speed of his hand, hard himself but completely lost in the feeling of Ignis' body against his own.

No, they hadn't had the time, or the mind-state, or hells they were denying themselves that they had, but the world had changed, again. By their hand, and Noct's. Giving them a certain peace they hadn't had before.

Ignis wanted him to put that mouth to better use? Okay. Gladio brought his mouth down and gave a slow, tightening bite at Ignis' neck, then gave a hard suck against the skin, proud to leave a mark behind.