He was not a fan of losing the contact between himself and Prompto, but the lips along his skin were a nice enough apology. He almost felt spoiled between the two. Gladio's mouth still nipped at his own while he worked at the too many buttons he has. His free grabed at the edge of his shield's shirt and he hiked it up even further.

His lips traveled lower as he niped at sucked at Gladio's neck. Out of the corner of his eye he could see Prompto kiss down Ignis' collarbone and chest. He tore his attention away to pull the shield's shirt over his head, and when his attention returned to the other two, he was...

Well, he wasn't disappointed with the site.

"Nice work, Prompto," he says against dark skin. His own hand goes down to ruffle blond hair as well.

Whoops.