"Oooh yeah." He could hear it in Ignis' voice, so his hand picked up its pace. They were already stiff and sore and right now, Gladio decided this was how they were stretching out (or something like that, he didn't need an excuse to want to touch Ignis).

"Right on that edge, as high as we can be in the city. Have you beautiful and bare so the whole world can look on you and maybe see a hundredth of the gorgeousness I fucking see. Lean you on that railing and take you so we can both look over, a hand in your hair and holding tight? Fuck do you have any idea how many times I've gotten off to that?"