Just as he'd lifted his head up enough to get some air into his lungs, he was shoved back down and held there, instinct pushing him to remain still. The hand holding him down was heavy and hard and in the back of his mind, he realized that Gladio could crush his neck if he wanted...

The body heat was something else entirely. Prompto often joked that Gladio was their personal space heater for cool nights spent camping, but this... this went far beyond that. The close press of his body would've been oppressive just for that reason alone. What made it infinitely worse was that he could feel just how... enthused he was about the current situation. That little tidbit was downright horrifying to Ignis.

Groaning under his breath, he tried to inch away from that intruding pressure but he knew he couldn't get far. Not with Gladio's hand holding him down so firmly.

"... please. You don't want to do this."