Gladio, while he might have flirted back home, had no desire (or time) for men or women to be lining up for him. He was the kind of guy who looked for someone special, not random flings and one-night-stands. What he liked was to talk to people. People with a personality. Strong women with minds of their own and didn't take crap from anyone. Who he would have a laugh with. Same with men. Though his experience with men extended to, well, to two people who he really couldn't be thinking about right then.
Instead he shifted his hips up to help Tony get his pants and underwear off, both tossed over the side of the bed to be dealt with later.
Gladio smirked and then laughed. It suddenly dawned on him right then that Tony planned on being on top this time around. He thought that would have made him feel nervous, but somehow he wasn't. He levered himself up to watch Tony, watch those hands and those lips, memorised where he kissed, how he kissed him. And he listened. Though it was hard to really pay attention when sharp teeth nipped at his skin and those warm lips moved lower.
'Too sweet for that'? Gladio laughed again. Was that what Tony thought of him?
"That's how you see me, huh?" He breathed, the hint of a moan in his voice. "Guess you're part right." He knew his size and he knew his own strength, he was mindful of that when with someone, at least until he learned how much they could take, how much they liked. And yes, he was a bit of a romantic. Was that so wrong? But he did file away Tony's words, what he liked, for later. It was good information to know.
Gladio sat all the way up then and reached down for Tony to pull him up. He cupped his cheek and leaned in to kiss. A brush of lips and then he leaned in for a deeper, more passionate kiss. His hand moved to cup the back of Tony's neck, brushing the short hairs at his nape. And then he smiled against those warm lips. "I'm loved, hm? You sayin that just to get in my pants?" Not that he'd needed to. Those had come off without the mention of love.
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Instead he shifted his hips up to help Tony get his pants and underwear off, both tossed over the side of the bed to be dealt with later.
Gladio smirked and then laughed. It suddenly dawned on him right then that Tony planned on being on top this time around. He thought that would have made him feel nervous, but somehow he wasn't. He levered himself up to watch Tony, watch those hands and those lips, memorised where he kissed, how he kissed him. And he listened. Though it was hard to really pay attention when sharp teeth nipped at his skin and those warm lips moved lower.
'Too sweet for that'? Gladio laughed again. Was that what Tony thought of him?
"That's how you see me, huh?" He breathed, the hint of a moan in his voice. "Guess you're part right." He knew his size and he knew his own strength, he was mindful of that when with someone, at least until he learned how much they could take, how much they liked. And yes, he was a bit of a romantic. Was that so wrong? But he did file away Tony's words, what he liked, for later. It was good information to know.
Gladio sat all the way up then and reached down for Tony to pull him up. He cupped his cheek and leaned in to kiss. A brush of lips and then he leaned in for a deeper, more passionate kiss. His hand moved to cup the back of Tony's neck, brushing the short hairs at his nape. And then he smiled against those warm lips. "I'm loved, hm? You sayin that just to get in my pants?" Not that he'd needed to. Those had come off without the mention of love.