It wasn't often that Ignis wished for his sight back. Sure, in the beginning, he had but once adjusting, he realized he was quicker on his feet in a fight and could truly listen in to someone which made it easier to gauge their emotional state. Now, he wished for it back simply because the knew the sight would be a magnificent one and thanks to their trip, he'd seen some rather beautiful ones.

Gladio earned a shaky smile even as he inched closer to help get his pants out of the way, his fingers no longer leaving trails of pink in their wake. His sight wasn't necessary for him to know where he wanted to touch next, though. Once he felt enough warm skin under his fingers, he shifted his touch to where Gladio had so obviously been trying to direct him just moments ago, the well worn leather of his gloves likely an interesting sensation on Gladio's newly freed cock.

He was hard pressed to stay mostly upright now thanks to the attention Prompto was paying him. Each time the younger man pulled up, he had to bite back a low moan. His hand was almost shaking now, and the clench from earlier had shifted to barely trembling fingers carding through the soft blond locks, as if offering mute praise.