He smiles fondly as Ignis' mouth brushes against his fingers, letting his hand slide off the other and pulling his phone out of his pocket to compose a quick text to Prompto. Sure, they are eschewing their duties a little bit, but Gladio rarely gets Ignis to do so. The breaking-the-rules bit would be good for him a little.

At least, it's good for him. Gladio drops his phone onto the arm of the couch so he can keep an eye on any incoming texte, and puts his hands to work on the man's shoulders, starting off in the usual suspected spots-Finding those as tense as ever.

"I may have ulterior motives. We all have been pretty wound up."

He teases with a deep purr, leaning against the back of the couch while his hands get into the work. There is no need to hide it after all- Gladio isn't exactly shy about his attraction to the others.