Well, the sword went flying, however, Ignis’ damn speed came into play and he had it back in his hand before Gladiolus could do more than retain his balance. As quickly as he could he attempted to press his previous advantage, aiming a swing for Ignis’ own neck. He was rather tired of it being his on the line, turnabout was fair play after all. Meeting Ignis’ eyes as he swung however... he couldn’t stop the shudder this time. That look, was gorgeous. If he wasn’t absolutely positive that Ignis would maim him with that sword, he would toss his own aside and... and what? Kiss him? Yeah, Gladio, that would go over well. He’d probably grab a sharp sword and run you through for your trouble.

Perhaps it's merely his imagination, but when their eyes meet, something rushes through him like lightning, fast and hard, and he suddenly very much wants to see Gladio beneath him. There's just enough time for him to feel a deep stab of arousal low in his gut, warming the space between his legs, but that doesn't matter anymore -- he wants to win. As the sword swings towards his exposed throat, Ignis kicks out a leg, aimed to knock Gladio off his feet.

It's a dirty move, but he'll press every advantage he can get as long as this is the game they're playing.

Gladiolus hit the mat with a thud, air rushing from his lungs, leaving him dazed for a few seconds.

“Shit!” Was the first reaction he had before tightening the grip on his sword and bringing it across his chest in the hopes of fouling whatever Ignis may be trying to do while he got his bearings. That was fine time to be so damn distracted! Fuck, why’s he gotta be... STOP THINKING ABOUT IT.

The moment Gladio falls, Ignis scrambles over top of him, straddling him low on his hips to avoid the blade, and trying to nick his throat once more.

Gladiolus stifled a moan as Ignis straddled him and focused on protecting himself. Ultimately that required him to toss his own sword aside, hopefully out of Ignis’ reach, and attempt to grapple Ignis’ away from him again. He was sick of having his neck threatened thank you very much!

Gladio's strength is enormous compared to his own, and before he's got a chance to try and stop him, his weapon has been yanked away. This is very much how spars are not supposed to go, but Ignis is filled with adrenaline, fighting until his last breath, and scooting forward to try and grab at Gladio's wrists.

Once the swords are gone Gladiolus doesn’t feel like he’s in so much danger, at least not the actually physically hurtful kind of danger. He watches mesmerized as Ignis grabs his wrists, wondering exactly what he plans to do. Didn’t hurt anything that he was rather enjoying having the man seated where his scooting had landed him. Though, he was trying not to think about that in the hopes that his body wouldn’t give his wants away. Because that would be the most embarrassing thing of his young life. Especially since he was sure Ignis wasn’t interested in him, his constant glares made it pretty obvious he only tolerated Gladiolus because he was Noctis’ shield and as such, he had to. He quirked a brow at Ignis and tried to keep the hoarseness out of his voice, “This a wrestling match now?”

Once he gets a hold of them, Ignis is leaning over Gladio, pinning his hands to the ground, and he feels sticky and sweaty and he's out of breath when he speaks. "That depends. Do you yield?" And -- taking a bit of a chance, Ignis grinds down on Gladio a bit, hoping it seems nonchalant. It's moments like these he's glad he hasn't got anything that would bulge through his trousers enough to give his arousal away. It allows him to retain the image of control.

A shiver raced down his spine as his wrists were ‘pinned’ to the mat. He could very easily change this up, but... He blinks at Ignis, “You want me to yield? To you, or just in general?”

He wasn’t sure where the last part came from, but he had to bite the inside of his cheek to keep from whining when Ignis’ hips ground into him. It looked like keeping his arousal a secret wasn’t going to happen. Not if he kept that up anyway. Even with how obviously unaffected Ignis seemed to be, Gladiolus was still inching closer to an edge he was kind of afraid of. He may actually concede this fight just to escape. He would literally never be able to look at Ignis again if the man didn’t want him back.

Ignis' mouth drops open a fraction at the last part of Gladio's taunt, lips parting in a silence so deafening it's almost audible. Surely -- he's misinterpreting this somehow. Long fingers curl tighter about Gladio's wrists, and Ignis glares fiercely at him, his reservations lost in the wake of his lust. His desire to see Gladio fall apart right bloody now, and his increasing suspicion that he might not be the only one feeling that way.

"To me." He says, boldly, and his thighs tighten around Gladio's waist. "I'll ask again: do you yield?"

Gladiolus fights back yet another shudder and smirks up at Ignis. He didn’t really care anymore, the fingers gripping his wrists and the legs fitting to his hips were about the only things he cared about at the moment. And he really, really wanted them to stay there. Inhaling a deep breath he tried his best not to squirm or sound as desperate as he felt, “Do I get something out of it, other than you getting to tell everyone I lost?”

Ignis cocks a brow now, leaning only just closer to Gladio, and he smirks. "Tell me, Gladiolus, what are you hoping to get out of it?"

A small whimper made it out of him as Ignis leaned in closer. He chewed his bottom lip as he tried to make his brain function, on a sigh his body relaxed into the mat. He debated what he wanted to say, something about yielding so he could get up and leave the room to take care of his now obvious problem. But, what came out was, “Can I kiss you?”

Ignis sucks in a breath. Despite all his bravado, he still hadn't quite expected that to come out, because it means their game is now in the open. All the sexual tension given a name. It's exhilarating.

Ignis leans closer still, so their lips only barely touch, and stops there. A hair's breadth away. "If that's all you wanted, you really ought to have asked earlier."

Gladiolus was kind of afraid to breathe, his fingers fisted and his entire body went taunt as he fought himself for control. When he felt he could speak at all his voice came out rough, and he could only manage a few short sentences. “Are you sure about that? Pretty sure you hate me.”

Ignis is surprised by that -- and it shows in the way his domineering veneer falters for a short moment, and he blinks before he regains his composure, but rather than derailing an opportunity he's been dreaming about for ages, he instead presses their lips together, kissing Gladio firmly on the mouth.

He saw the surprise on Ignis’ face and was confused by it. Didn’t he know that constantly glaring at someone generally meant you disliked them? His thoughts were derailed however, when that perfect mouth pressed into his own. His fingers clenched reflexively and he pressed his own lips more into the kiss. This, this was exactly what he wanted. ...well, okay, he wanted more than just kissing, but he would gladly settle. Ignis fit against him perfectly and, he really hoped he wasn’t dreaming.

The feeling of Gladio's lips against his own, rough and dry, the scratch of facial hair against his jaw, the heady scent of sweat and musk in his nostrils, it's divine. It's perfect and real, and before he's entirely aware of it, his hands are moving to clutch at the sides of Gladio's face, tilting his head and feeling another stab of heat from the wet sounds their mouths make as they move against one another.

This was heaven. When Ignis’ hands left his wrists in favor of his face he trailed his own slowly up Ignis’ arms and back down, resting his hands over the other’s. He gladly let Ignis direct what was happening, he was good with having plans, Gladiolus generally just attacked. A low moan left him and his hips twitched slightly, but he tried his best to simply enjoy the kiss. A kiss he had wanted for what seemed like forever.

Ignis wishes he were able to hide the full body shudder that goes through him at the feeling of Gladio's hands over his skin, because ah, they're so bloody large and he has a greedy fantasy of feeling them touch him everywhere. But hearing Gladio moan, Astrals, it will fuel his dreams for weeks. Ignis surges deeper into the kiss, like a man dying of thirst, and rubs shamelessly once more over his covered crotch, wanting to hear more.

Gladiolus shuddered in response to the one Ignis gave and slipped his tongue out to lick at those wonderful lips. His dominant hand that had been fake threatened earlier glided down Ignis’ side, coming to rest against a perfect hip. His fingers spasm as Ignis rubs against him, his eyes rolling to the back of his head, another needy moan leaving his throat. This may literally kill him, everything was so hot, he was burning up, and he liked it.

He opens his mouth to Gladio easily, nearly shivering at the feeling of hands down his side, closing burning hot over his hip, and sucks in a deep breath through his nose, feeling filthy and needy as he rolls his hips down onto Gladio's body, his core so warm it's stifling, and his underclothes becoming a bit wet with the strength of his arousal, and the friction he can get from the feeling of Gladio's hard length.

Gladiolus moans again as he gets his first real taste of Ignis, he teases his tongue around inside Ignis’ mouth, already addicted. He’s panting through his nose, but refuses to release the other man, feeling like he might wake up if he does, and all of this will have been nothing but one helluva sexy dream. He brings his other hand up to the back of Ignis’ head, digging his fingers into his hair, keeping him from escaping. Those hips rubbing over him, making him harder than he thought was possible. He didn’t care that they were in the middle of a public training room, he wanted Ignis, and he wanted him now. However, he was unsure of how much Ignis wanted from him, so he didn’t push for what he wanted. He was content to let Ignis lead.

The sensation of Gladio's tongue in his mouth, the feeling of his moans on the backs of his teeth -- it's delicious. He actually lets out a short sound at the feeling of a hand in his hair, a bit high and needy. the sensation sends pinpricks of heat down his spine, fogs his head further with lust.

Gladiolus finally broke the kiss with a groan when Ignis made that wonderful sound. He forced his head back into the mat and closed his eyes for a moment, trying to get himself under some form of control before he did something rash. Though, that didn’t stop the fingers in Ignis’ hair from kneading his scalp or the hand on his hip from sliding to his ass. Gladiolus instinctively pressed Ignis closer as his body rolled up into him, his body still striving for more.

The moment their kiss breaks, Ignis is descending upon the long line of Gladio's throat, groaning low on his chest at the hands in his hair and over his ass. Gladio tastes like salt and musk and it's just as wonderful as he thought it would be. He licks and sucks at his neck with abandon, his hands starting to find their way down Gladio's wide torso. All the while he follows the unspoken command to grind down onto the other man, having very little brain power left with which to mentally flay himself for appearing so desperate.

He'll surely be engaging in plenty of that later.

Gladiolus sucked in a sharp breath when Ignis’ mouth met his neck, he tilted his head to give the man more room to explore, his ‘control’ slipping slowly away. His panting was harsh as Ignis attacked his neck, his fingers flexing in encouraging motions for more. The hands on his chest burned trails across his skin, and he was pretty sure he was about to go up in flames. A broken moan left his lips as he bucked up into Ignis.

“Damn. I-ignis~.” He wasn’t sure who the husky voice belonged to, but was pretty sure he had spoken. The oddity left his thoughts quickly however, “Need, you.”

Gladiolus couldn’t think anymore, forming words was far to complicated. His body writhed under Ignis, seeking out contact, any contact, with the heat above him.

Ignis feels greedy, tasting every inch of Gladio that he can reach, his thumb and forefinger finding a nipple and twisting, his mouth sucking a bruise into his collarbone, and all the while luxuriating in heat rushing through him by the way Gladio gropes him, only momentarily wishing there were less clothes between them.

Once he's satisfied with the bruise he leaves on Gladio, he mouths his way back up to his ear, taking the lobe between his teeth while his fingers pull at Gladio's other nipple. Bless his tendency to  wear open shirts.

"I want to suck your cock." It's very nearly a gasp, thready, and maybe he'd be more ashamed if it wasn't so clear that Gladio might like something like that too.

The twist to his nipple had his eyes popping open and going crisscross, a low needy sound emanating from his throat. He could feel the mark Ignis left on his skin, and at the moment could only think of proudly showing it off. Though, that might change once the haze of lust left his system. Though he knew it wouldn’t stop him from liking it there... he just might not actually want other people to see it.

A shudder wracked through him as Ignis latched onto his ear, his breath ghosting over his now overly sensitive skin, a gasp left him as his other nipple was pulled, his back arching into it.

Gladiolus whimpered at his words and brought both hands up to cup Ignis’ face, bringing his mouth back to his own and kissing him hard. He was beyond desperate by now. “Whatever you want, you can have.”

His exhale into Gladio's mouth is harsh, and his mouth moves messily in the kiss even as his own hips raise and his hands start to grasp for Gladio's pants, pleased he's only wearing sweats, and they just take a good yank to get off.

The moment Gladio's exposed, Ignis breaks the kiss and looks down, almost embarrassed by the way his mouth almost begins to salivate. Really, he doesn't give a rats ass how Gladio's cock looks -- it's perfect anyway. Flushed against his stomach, hard and twitching, that's what matters, and a second later he's mouthing his way down Gladio's body in search of his prize. "Perfect." he murmurs, and then sucks hard on his hip.

He was pretty sure he would never get tired of kissing Ignis, he tasted too damn good. Gladiolus lifted his hips to help with the removal of his sweats, moaning wantonly as the cool air in the training room met his overly heated flesh. His fingers glided through Ignis’ hair as that wonderful mouth made its journey down his body. The word ‘perfect’ was certainly apt, but Gladiolus would apply it to Ignis. His hips jerked slightly as one was sucked on, a needy growl rumbling from him. He squeezed his eyes shut trying not to come undone before Ignis had done what he wanted.

Gladio's cock is lovely -- it's not too large, and it's not too thick, and he wonders if the man shaves because there isn't much hair covering his crotch, which is also a bit of a blessing. It means Ignis won't come back up with hair in his teeth. That, if nothing else is what encourages him to dive in, framing his flushed cock with his hand, and looking up to try and meet his eyes before he licks a long stripe up the length of him.

His eyes pop back open when Ignis’ warm hand touches him, he looks down his frame just in time to meet Ignis’ eyes. But then his amber lights roll to the back of his head again and a shiver races up his spine as Ignis licks him. He moves slowly so that he’s braced on his forearms, and forces his eyes back to what Ignis is doing, burning the images into his brain.

Ignis isn't one to be too showy during a blow job, and so after a moment of eye contact, his own turn back down as he kisses wetly at the tip of Gladio's cock, using the thumb of his free hand to rub gently at the spot just below the head, knowing it drives most men wild.

He's uncut though, and so before he swallows Gladio down, he pulls back to drip a long line of spit on to the flushed head, smearing it with his palm. Once Ignis has him in his mouth, edging towards the back of his throat, he feels himself throbbing in his trousers. This has been a fantasy of his for so long, the entire thing starts to feel a bit less real.

Gladiolus watched him, sucking in a breath at the kiss, letting out a long moan as his saliva dripped onto him. He nearly choked on his tongue when Ignis spread the coating around, and his head fell back when Ignis’ mouth finally fit around him. His dick twitched in that warmth and he pulled his head back to watch, his tongue and teeth worrying at his lower lip. The sensation of what he could feel verses what he could see had him going a little crazy.

Ignis closes his eyes while he works, bobbing his head eagerly and sucking hard, and then light, testing for the reactions he gets, sometimes using his hand to pump what he can't reach, sometimes swallowing all the way to the hilt, not heeding the lewd, wet sounds he makes when he does so.

Having wanted, well, anything from Ignis for so long, Gladiolus’ body was strung taunt with need. Every touch, suck, slide of skin, and sound that came from the smaller man had him twitching. The feel of that wet mouth over him... FUCK. That warm hand pumping him in tandem with everything else... Gladiolus didn’t have much of a brain left.

He brought a hand up to card his fingers through Ignis’ hair, a way to try and anchor himself so he didn’t start mindlessly bucking into that wonderful mouth. Every time Ignis gave a hard suck he gasped slightly as it sent jolts of lightning up his spine, the lighter ones he felt he could fall into, wanting them to never stop. Being swallowed whole that first time had an intelligible shout leaving him and every consecutive time he bit his tongue so he wouldn’t be so loud.

As it turns out -- Gladio isn't very picky at all, which suits him just fine. He seems to enjoy everything quite a lot, though his volume is concerning. Ignis pulls back long enough to catch his breath, pumping the hard flesh in his hands in the absence of his mouth.

"Have you ever fucked someone's mouth before?" Ignis asks, and his throat is already rasping a bit. He rests his cheek on one of Gladio's thighs as he looks back up, twisting his hand as he strokes his cock.

When Ignis slid off of him, his hand continuing its pleasant torture, Gladiolus was barely conscious. Too much pleasure had effectively shut down his brain, so when Ignis spoke it took him several seconds to understand. When he did, a dark blush stained his cheeks and his dick twitching from the hoarse sound of Ignis’ voice. He looked off to the side and cleared his throat before answering, “No.”

He wasn’t so sure he wanted to admit that he’d never done more than masturbate before. Not with how eager he was for Ignis. It would probably seem strange.

"Would you like to?" Ignis hedges, his facade slipping into something a bit more nervous for a moment. Suddenly he feels stupid for suggesting it.

Gladiolus swallowed hard and turned his gaze back to Ignis, “Only if it’s yours.” It was an immediate, unthoughtout response and had him blushing an even darker red. When his brain caught up with his mouth he winced a bit as he admitted, “But, I don’t really know how that would work.”

Ignis' cheeks flare at the bold admission, though he knows it's very likely only fueled by lust. "Just -- do what feels good. If I need to breathe I'll tap your hip."

Gladiolus nods, “Okay.”

He’s honestly not so sure about it, but he’s certainly willing to try. Though, he’d never fantasized about fucking someone’s mouth, so it did make it hit home that this was really happening. He gave a low moan and sat up more in order to lean forward and kiss Ignis.

With the way Gladio shifts, Ignis is suddenly sitting in his lap in a way that feels much more intimate, his heavy cock pressing against the zipper of Ignis' pants. He rolls gently against him and returns the kiss, happy to let Gladio take control of it for the moment.

Humming in pleasure as Ignis rolled against him Gladiolus licked at his lips before pulling back a bit, “I don’t think I will ever get tired of kissing you.”

He smiled at him before leaning forward to leave a trail of small kisses across Ignis’ jaw. “So, about this mouth fucking thing?” He pulled away and wiggled his eyebrows at Ignis.

Ignis suddenly feels almost flustered, even with the small bit of attention directed back at himself, and he scoots off of Gladio's lap, to his knees, licking his lips. "I'm yours." he says.

Gladiolus nearly whined as Ignis’ heat left him, but blushed as the man got to his knees. “Pretty sure that’s my line.”

He was nervous now, not exactly sure what he was supposed to do. How exactly did one fuck someone’s mouth anyway? Should he stand up? Did he need a wall to brace himself with? ...well, first things first, he should probably untangle his legs from his sweats. That accomplished he gives Ignis an embarrassed smile, “So, um, how should we actually do this?”