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Gladio's smile was slow, his laugh deep. Clearly someone wasn't feeling so bad now. Or at least making a good effort not to. Though it was hard to know if he was being serious or not.

"After a month and change, I can promise it's all in working order." Again he hugged Tony and tugged him a bit closer. This was what he'd been missing these last several weeks. He'd gotten so used to just... being still and holding someone. He liked this. Liked holding Tony, though he knew he'd have to let go eventually. He could enjoy it for a little longer. Or as long as he was allowed.

Except Tony didn't feel any need to push Gladio away. He thought he might get tired of it, but he was enjoying it as much as the larger man was. He wondered if it was something about this place or if it was what they'd been through that caused this need for closeness. Whatever it was, he was starting to not care.

He smiled, loving the sound of Gladio's laugh. He didn't hear it often enough. He lifted his head after a few minutes and with a smile, he leaned forward to kiss him. He kept it light, testing to see if Gladio was in the mood or if he simply wanted to hug some more. It was so strange that the older man was perfectly satisfied with either one.

Gladio was happy either way. Holding or kissing, both where equally good in his eyes. So when Tony turned in his arms, his head lifting and leaning toward him, Gladio smiled and let him. His hand rose to rest gently against the back of Tony's neck, fingers lightly brushing through the short hairs at the nape of his neck.

For a moment or two he followed Tony's lead, keeping the kiss light, almost lazy. It felt good, having him resting against him that way, those lips upon his. It felt better than he'd ever imagined it would. And soon enough those light kisses weren't quite enough. His lips parted in an open invitation.

Tony knew they weren't the most logical pair. They probably would have people looking at them funny if they were in public and making it obvious how they felt about each other. Tony was fit, but also in his early fifties. He was also just barely 5'9". Gladio on the other hand was a giant and at the peak of his youth. Either way, people would be jealous he'd scored himself a hot, young piece of ass- with a brain and heart to boot. And did he mention ass?

He didn't have plans with what he wanted to do here, but it had started off comfortably lazy and now Gladio was lighting a match, threatening to ignite his blood. Tony took the bait which should surprise no one. He moved from where he'd been comfortably pressed against the man's side to straddling his lap. His tongue delved into Gladio's heat, eagerly tasting the sweetness of his mouth. Caressing skin along skin, Tony's eyes slid shut as he savored the younger man's tongue dancing to his. His hands dug into hard muscle along Gladio's back, not bothering to hide his desire. He wanted Gladio, he didn't care how, balls deep or wonderfully filled.

He also was fairly certain there'd be a point the younger man would come to his senses and put the brakes on. For now, he'd enjoy this rising thrill of passion.

Logic be damned. Age be damned. Though if he was honest with himself, he'd always wondered. At first he'd wondered how Ignis could fall for someone as old as Tony. But after getting to know Tony, he'd wondered how the guy had managed to fall for someone like Ignis. They'd seemed at complete odds with each other. Older he may be, but he didn't act it. He didn't feel it... If Gladio didn't know any better he would have guessed Tony to be a good half his age.

And damn fun to kiss.

Gladio groaned, his hand moved up to bury his fingers into the hair at the back of Tony's head. His other moved down to his hip, gripping lightly. He wanted... he really wanted more. But knew that this was about as far as they could go. At least for now... Still, making out on the couch had it's perks. It was something he felt he could get used to. Against his better judgment, Gladio really wanted to get used to it.

Age was funny that way. He didn't feel fifty most of the time but every once in a while, he felt a hundred. Although that happened at thirty and forty too with all the shit he put his body through. Either way, it didn't matter. He accepted who he was for the most part and so long as these lovely, spirited twenty-somethings kept falling in his lap, he wasn't going to stop them.

Right now, he wasn't going to question or scrutinize this at all. He was simply enjoying the feel of Gladio's mouth, the tickle of his facial hair on his skin, and warm, strong arms around him. His lips trailed down his jawline and closer to his ear. He took his time, kissing along tender skin and brushing his rough beard, teasing and awakening the nerves. He opened his mouth, clearly ready to speak and...

Buzzzzzzzzz!

The kitchen timer went off in the kitchen and instead, Gladio got a muttered curse instead.

Gladio's experience with kissing men was limited to two. Neither of those two had had facial hair. So while Tony was enjoying his, Gladio was rather amazed by Tony's. It felt strange. Tony's was thicker than his own, but softer too. And he liked it. A lot. He groaned as those kisses moved from lips to his jaw with the promise for going even further. He wanted them to go further. He wanted...

That damn buzzing to stop.

He dropped his head back against the couch and laughed. "... Think those pies are done." Cockblocked by pastries. Typical.

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