( listen. at any given time of day gladio would be happy to spare some time for ignis. in fact, ignis interrupting nearly anything would be welcome, no matter what ignis thinks about being proper or whatever. yes, he knows they have work to do and... mostly he's going to agree they need to do it. but, gladio knows ignis rarely takes time for himself and would absolutely encourage doing more of that. if he, himself, happens to be included. well... all the more fun, eh?
he gives a cheeky little grin to ignis through the window before crossing around the car to get in on the other side. he's barely turned the key in the ignition before he's reaching over to find ignis' closest hand and curling his fingers around it.
the drive is short enough that it isnt long before he's leaving the car to the valet and they're in the elevator going up to the room. trust it takes every bit of control in gladio's body to not have his way with ignis in said elevator. but, he waits until they're closed in the room — literally just inside the door. gladio backs ignis against the wall, presses their bodies flush, and simply teases at a kiss that never fully connects. )
What do you want first?
( because if it's left up to gladio, he's going to scoop ignis up and carry him to the bed. a bed, by the way, that actually has rose petals scattered over it and there's about a dozen (battery operated bc fire safety, yo) candles lit around the bedroom. but, it's ignis' birthday. he gets to pick. )
Could open your gift, could relax with more wine while I get dinner ready, could soak in the huge tub, could get naked and let me worship every inch of your body. ( he nudges his nose against ignis' cheek ) Sky's the limit.
[Don't be tardy, Gladio. Tsktsk. Ignis will have to punish you for that. In a sweet and torturous way of sending questionable pictures when you can't do anything about him or to him. He's a mastermind.
He'd reprimand Gladio for not focusing on the road and keeping his hands off the wheel, but it feels so nice that he keeps his mouth closed and comments to himself. For once. He'll let it slip today, but next time he's getting a reprimand (he won't, Ignis is a softie). And there's a smirk dancing on his face as they ride the elevator, Ignis' hand resting on the low of Gladio's back.
It sends a rush through him as he's pinned against the wall. Gladio might be teasing, but Ignis grabs the back of his head and pulls him in for a proper kiss because he's lips burning from the teases; lower lip gets a teasing bite from Ignis, his other hand pulling Gladio's hips closer-]
Who says that bath and body worship are mutually exclusive?
[He doesn't want Gladio's efforts to be wasted- they will pay a visit to the bed as well.]
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he gives a cheeky little grin to ignis through the window before crossing around the car to get in on the other side. he's barely turned the key in the ignition before he's reaching over to find ignis' closest hand and curling his fingers around it.
the drive is short enough that it isnt long before he's leaving the car to the valet and they're in the elevator going up to the room. trust it takes every bit of control in gladio's body to not have his way with ignis in said elevator. but, he waits until they're closed in the room — literally just inside the door. gladio backs ignis against the wall, presses their bodies flush, and simply teases at a kiss that never fully connects. )
What do you want first?
( because if it's left up to gladio, he's going to scoop ignis up and carry him to the bed. a bed, by the way, that actually has rose petals scattered over it and there's about a dozen (battery operated bc fire safety, yo) candles lit around the bedroom. but, it's ignis' birthday. he gets to pick. )
Could open your gift, could relax with more wine while I get dinner ready, could soak in the huge tub, could get naked and let me worship every inch of your body. ( he nudges his nose against ignis' cheek ) Sky's the limit.
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He'd reprimand Gladio for not focusing on the road and keeping his hands off the wheel, but it feels so nice that he keeps his mouth closed and comments to himself. For once. He'll let it slip today, but next time he's getting a reprimand (he won't, Ignis is a softie). And there's a smirk dancing on his face as they ride the elevator, Ignis' hand resting on the low of Gladio's back.
It sends a rush through him as he's pinned against the wall. Gladio might be teasing, but Ignis grabs the back of his head and pulls him in for a proper kiss because he's lips burning from the teases; lower lip gets a teasing bite from Ignis, his other hand pulling Gladio's hips closer-]
Who says that bath and body worship are mutually exclusive?
[He doesn't want Gladio's efforts to be wasted- they will pay a visit to the bed as well.]