Gladio growls low into Noctis' mouth at the rake of Ignis' nails, pushing his hips foward in a demand for the other man's attention, where he really wants him in the first place. He has never been exactly the quiet type, and it just makes it easy to know when Gladio is being worked up.

"Good plan?"

He asks the other as Noctis arches beautifully, teasing the corner of his mouth with another kiss. He lets go of him when he feels Prompto still keeping claim to the king, so he fluffs the blonde's hair with the hand that had just been touching Ignis and slides his hand around Noctis' front to start working off his royal rainment.

Waaay too many buttons.

"Don't worry, I'm sure the guests can preoccupy themselves for the night."