Letting go of Noctis, Gladio relases a low, pleased sigh, Ignis' gloved hand on his cock is divine, and since his handsnare free now he should clearly return the favor.

And probably get back onto Prompto's good graces, somehow.

He runs a hand through Ignis' hair, fingers clenching onto short locks and kissing him roughly again as he leans in and pulls the man forward too.

"They're a pretty sight, Iggy. Promoto sucking you off, Noctis curling up over him, trying to work fast. I dunno know I'm gonna last, especially when you're all flushed like that."

Gladio's stamina, of course, has never really been a question of doubt. But it would be wrong of him to keep the sight of them to himself when he can paint Ignis such a good picture of it.

"You still mad at me Prompto? When you're done with him, I'll come make it up twofold for you."