This is everything Gladiolus could have wanted in that moment. Hearing the otner man make that noise sets heat all through him, and he presses into the kiss harder, trying to make the angle work. It isn't the best, and when he does break away it is to laugh a little. Why does he make these things so hard on himself?

"Love it when you're worked up."

He purrs, wicked look in his eyes and his teeth nip at the man's lip, careful not to break open skin. He does pull away, but only to scoot around the couch as fast as he can.

Gloved fingers curl into the man's shirt as he bends down to kiss him again, one hand hauling up and into Ignis' blond hair. He won't pull off the glasses, not without permission since they are so nessesary to protect injured eyes, but that won't stop Gladio from using his weigh to push Ignis back in to the couch, a knee coming up to settle on the cusions as the dark haired man tries to get as close as he can.

Ab4d they are wearing too many damn clothes for this.