Gladio decided Tony talked too much. Did he like the sound of his own voice that much? Was he supposed to talk like that? No, he thought not. All he could really do was feel and try not to laugh at being on this side of things. He couldn't quite shake off the strangeness of it, but also couldn't deny it felt pretty damn good when Tony began to move.

He ran his hands up Tony's back and when they went back down he lightly scraped nails against skin until Gladio was able to grab hold of thrusting hips. The faster he moved, the better it felt. He groaned and again opened his eyes to find Tony staring at him. So he smirked and pushed himself up to catch his lips in a deep, hard kiss. "... Don't be so damn smug, asshole." Gladio nipped at his lower lip. "Just fuck me."