Gladio groaned low and deep, his eyes fell closed and his breath caught as Tony pressed into him. There was less of an ache this time, though more of a stretch that he was surprised felt so damn good. He may have been sore from the night before but that feeling faded away in favour of the pleasure of his friends hand on his length and his cock sliding deep into his ass.

He twisted and reached back to curl an arm behind Tony's head and pulled him down, kissing him hard and deep. Addicted was a good word for it. Gladio felt like he was close to addicted, though he was trying his best not to be. It was hard. Tony was too good.