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His uncle had always told him that it was rude to stare, but Ignis couldn't help himself.
Gladio was topless; it would be a sin not to stare.
His massive biceps connected to his meaty shoulders, atop his perfectly sculpted pecs accentuated abs below. His firm back, all the more highlighted by his incredible tattoo. And the way his sweat glistened in the sunlight, his muscles rippling as he approached... A true luminary.
"Iggy? You all right there?" Gladio raised an eyebrow, concerned by Ignis's apparent memorization in his eyes.
"Indeed, I am most certainly all right," Ignis responded as he stepped closer to Gladio, grasping onto those big arms and melting into that sturdy chest.