If he'd known that sitting Tony on the desk would mean no more kisses then Gladio might have held off on doing that. But his friend was like a man possessed. He'd told him to focus but he hadn't realised that focus could be so quickly centered on him. On this...

Gladio groaned a second time, surprised when the sound was echoed by Tony. The way he rocked against him was maddening. But Tony was like a damn eel, he was all over the place and Gladio was having a hard time keeping up. Luckily it was hard to think with a warm mouth teasing his nipple. A hot, wet tongue and light suction soon had Gladio moaning deeply. It was almost enough to distract him from that questing hand. The one that was moving way too slow. So slow that Gladio just grabbed it and pushed Tony's hand down to cover the front of his pants and the growing length straining against the loose cotton fabric. His lips curved in a slow smirk. "Is that what you want, Tony?"