There's no shame in Ignis as he let his legs spread even more to give Prompto all the room between them he could want. His hips aren't still anymore, each pull of Prompto's lips making them shift restlessly. There's no fussing when a hand closes in his hair and pulls him upright. There's just a hiss before his lips are caught. All he can do is moan after that, his back arched as he let his hand work Gladio's cock close to the same pace that his own was being tormented.