Dammit, Tony needed to not do that... He was supposed to be helping paint. He should have been going to get his shoes so he could help sort this mess out and fix what those stupid bears had done to him. But there was a hand in his and a tongue battling with his own and Gladio just didn't give a damn anymore.

When he both heard and felt Tony bump into the desk, Gladio moved his hands to grab Tony by the waist and lifted him as if he was as light as a feather and sat him on the desk. Then he slid his hands down Tony's legs to his knees and pushed them apart so he could slip between them and get as close as he could. And never once did he break that kiss. Never once did he lose contact.