A good start, he says. Well Gladio couldn't really argue with that now could he. Whether he would have tried or not no one would ever know because before Gladio could reply, Tony was kissing him again. He met those kisses, met the heat, the hunger, the need within them with his own. And when Tony finally broke the kiss to speak Gladio was left breathing harder and struggling the focus on those whispered words.

If he wanted this... Now that was a stupid fucking question if ever there was one.

His hands dropped to slip under Tony's ass and he lifted him. "Hold on." Gladio's grin was more smirk. "Looks like we're relocating." And sure, maybe Tony could walk but Gladio didn't give a damn as he took him from that room, picking his way across he mess and out into the hall and down to Tony's bedroom and those jeans of his.