The reminder wasn't necessary, but he was quietly grateful for it. Sighing softly, he let himself lean into the contact before turning just enough to tip his face up to catch Prompto's lips with his own. The kiss was gentle and coaxing which was a jarring difference from the hand that ranked down Gladio's exposed abdomen. The angle was awkward and didn't allow for much contact, but it was enough for now. Ignis was content as he was, surrounded by the people he cared about most.

In the back of his mind, he heard Gladio's quiet words to their King before he heard other things that he knew far too well. The sound made him groan softly into Prompto's mouth before he pulled away, leaving a teasing nip to the younger man's lower lip.

"I believe the politics can wait, my King. We, however, cannot. We deserve a bit of a break. As your adviser, I recommend taking the evening off and enjoying yourself and us."