The sudden thrust pulled a moan from Gladio was was quickly muffled and swallowed up by Tony's mouth covering his. He moved his hand to grip the back of his friends head, fingers tangling within his hair as Gladio's own lips parted. He wasn't so far gone that a kiss was beyond him, he was more than capable of using his tongue to tease Tony's own. To lazily taste him. There was no fight for dominance here, Gladio didn't feel the need for it. Regardless of what their positions where, Gladio didn't feel submissive in the slightest. It felt good. He felt good, Tony felt good, it was mutual and that was all that mattered.

That and rocking his hips to press harder into Tony. He was being too damn slow. Too damn gentle. He wasn't made of glass.