Alright, so maybe it felt good. Would it be something he wanted to do often? Maybe not. But would he enjoy it at the time? Most definitely. It was all a bit of a blur for a handful of seconds. He was pretty sure Tony came after him if the sound of his own cry was anything to go by. But it wasn't until Tony pulled out that Gladio came crashing back down. That had sucked. It was sudden and shocked him enough he sucked in a sharp breath, only to grabbed and held and for a moment Gladio didn't resist. He was struggling to both get his breathing steady and wrangle some form of control back.

He laughed, low and breathless and carefully slipped an arm around Tony's waist.