A groan tore from Ignis' throat before he could stop it. He'd never been the noisiest of lovers, but that was the last thing he'd expected. It was beyond a pleasant surprise. Nails bit into Gladio's hip even as instinct pushed him to sink his other hand into Prompto's hair. He couldn't help but tighten his fingers in that shock of blond hair when he felt someone's fingers drag along where Prompto's lips were wrapped around him.

"Oh, I assure you, I'm getting up just fine. Don't worry about that."

It seemed that years spent around Gladio made their mark in more than one way.