It was a dangerous game. Gladio wasn't sure he liked being teased in this way. It was annoying. It was frustrating. He really thought about just rolling over and handling things himself. But he didn't. He groaned and pushed back into Tony.

Gladio hadn't thought he'd want it as much as he did. But the teasing was maddening. The hand stroking him even worse. He was already achingly hard now, his hips bucked slightly up into Tony's hand, seeking out that friction.

"I..." He took a breath, steadying. "... I want it. Give it to me, Tony." There was a hint of a growl in his voice, of need.