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