Gladio might have, under other circumstances, knocked Tony on his ass for the way he looked at him then. But it was something of a thrill to see that possessive gleam in his eyes. Had anyone ever looked at him like that? No, not that he could remember. Not to his face at least.

The kiss was good. Perfect in that moment, it served to help centre him enough that he was able to relax more. And in doing so he realised the problem. He shifted his hips, one leg lifted a little more to hug Tony's side while his other leg was bent with his foot on the bed to help him keep his hips tilted. The tilt seemed to help. And in doing it, Tony sank into him all the way with no resistance at all and Gladio groaned with the feeling.

"... R-right, move, Stark. Show me what I've been missin." He was ready.