Most everything Ignis said was a demand masquerading as a request. It was just how he worked.

This time, though, there was nothing polite about the noise that rolled in the back of his throat. The sound was hunger and want and he could tear himself away from Gladio's devouring kiss, he'd probably be glad to climb over the back of the seat and drop to his knees before the bigger man.

Decorum be damned. He twisted as best he could, the hand on Gladio's tightening as he moved to meet him. The angle was awkward, but for the moment, it was perfect.