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Tony nodded, knowingly. "Just relax and trust me, baby. It'll feel good, but might be uncomfortable first." He leaned down and kissed the head of Gladio's cock. "If you really don't like it, that's okay too. I won't let that spoil any of our fun."

It might a tiny bit since Tony had a fantasy to fulfill, but Gladio was way more important than his fantasy. To help prove his point, he went back to pleasuring the younger man, taking him deeper and deeper. Just when Tony stretched his own throat so his lips were flat against the Shield's base, he slid another finger inside him.

It wasn't that he didn't like it, it was that it was clearly an acquired taste that he'd yet to fully acquire. But that paled in comparison to the fact that Tony was able to take the whole of his damn cock. Gladio's moan was loud as he grabbed at the sheet with his free hand and the hand within Tony's hair clenched and gripped, pulling a little since there was no way he was going to answer the call of his hips and thrust!

"Fuck!" Another first. It was enough to short Gladio's brain enough to near miss the way Tony sneakily pressed a second finger into him.

Tony held that position as long as he could, but it had been a while since he'd done that particular move with anyone of Gladio's size. He drew back and coughed, knowing and not caring that he was trashing his pipes. He didn't wait too long before he was going down again, taking that length like the male slut he was right now for Gladio. He didn't last as long before he was pulling off again and catching his breath.

All the while, his fingers had slowly been moving. It was a gentle, easy pace with his thumb touching his skin. However, after that second time, Tony picked up the pace and started pumping his hand with more force.

His hand loosened when Tony pulled off of him the first time and he was so close to just sitting up and stopping Tony to find out if he was okay, after hearing him cough. But before he could even think to put actions to his thoughts, Tony had dropped again and once more had him in his mouth and Gladio... was at a loss. He was just enough out of his element to keep him off balance. Just enough that distractions came easy.

And then he did move, he was helpless against it, his hips rolled, bucked up but also pushed down on the fingers that where moving within him at a much faster pace now. Gladio's breath had quickened with it, he was holding on by a thread as it was.

Another gasping curse and then Gladio's free hand reached for Tony's shoulder. "Dammit, if you keep that up... I'll come before you even get in me." And as fun as that would be, his refractory period was not as instantaneous as porn would have a person believe. But if Tony didn't mind waiting...

Gladio had in a way figured out exactly what Tony was doing. He was trying to keep him off guard and unable to do anything besides react to what his body naturally wanted to do. He'd figured out by now that Gladio very rarely let down his guard. He never relaxed fully or gave up control completely. Tony wanted him to do just that. He wanted to take the power and the decision making away from the young man, not to be an ass but to give the sweet fool a break. Gladio deserved a chance to be taken care of and have his needs anticipated.

So with that goal in mind, Tony felt the jolt of victory when Gladio couldn't keep his hips from moving. By how his hips were moving, the more experienced man could read he was well on his way to acquiring this particular taste.

When Tony spoke, his voice was deep and full of gravel, "Want me to keep stretching you or can you handle some ache in the morning?" His own body was practically screaming with need. He pressed his hips into the mattress, but he needed more. He needed the tight heat his fingers were experiencing. However, he didn't want to hurt the other man. Stretch him a little, okay, but not really hurt him.

To his credit, Gladio didn't just remand that Tony shove it in and fuck him already. He took a few seconds to consider the words and the implications. And when his answer was still 'hell yes', he nodded.

"Yeah, I can handle it... Just use extra lube and we'll be great." Better to be safe than sorry.

Gladio let his hand fall away from within Tony's hair to brush the tips of his fingers across the mans cheek and down to his chin. He leaned himself up on his other arm, propped up on his elbow and smirked. "Kiss me."

So maybe he was still giving Gladio some decisions. Once he knew the other man’s body better, he wouldn’t need to check in like this. So far, all signs pointed to this happening again and Tony was actively not thinking about what that meant.

The request had him smiling and swiftly moving up the length of Gladio’s gorgeous body to kiss him. His hand slipped behind the Shield’s head and Tony kissed him hungrily. His cock had wept impatiently and he pressed it against Gladio’s thigh.

With his fingers free, he reached for the lube and with a smirk put it in Gladio’s hand. “Slick me up, Baby.”

Gladio's smile widened when Tony did what he asked. He cupped his cheek and met the hunger in that kiss with his own. He only pulled away when he felt something being pressed into his hand. His gaze turned that way and he gave a deep, rumbly laugh.

"With pleasure..." With practiced ease he had the lube on his fingers, lightly rubbing it between them before he reached down for Tony's length. Gladio wrapped his fingers around his base and at the same time leaned in for more of those kisses. Deeper now, lips parting to delve within the warmth of his friends mouth while his hand slid effortlessly along his shaft.

Tony groaned as he was stroked, hips moving in time with Gladio’s hand. He eagerly took what was being offered to him, tasting the other man’s mouth and running along his tongue.

He reached the end of his patience and drew Gladio’s knees up higher on his waist. He watched the young man’s expression, memorizing every second. With one hand, he guided his cock to Gladio’s entrance. With a little extra care, he pushed his hips forward and cursed.

He didn't protest when his hand was moved, he just grabbed Tony's hip instead and laid back. This was the part he was a little more uncertain about, but he trusted Tony enough that he was able to remain relaxed even as he felt the head of his cock at his hole. It was... weird. It felt like there was no way something that big would get inside of him, but he knew for a fact that it would. He was proven correct when Tony pressed into him and Gladio had to remember to breathe. The hand at the older man's hips gripped a little tighter, fingertips digging into skin.

Was it supposed to burn like that? Gladio suddenly felt a strong need to find Prompto and apologise, as well as the handful of women he'd slept with. He hadn't had any idea, okay? He'd guessed but no one had said a damn thing after the fact! It didn't really hurt so much as that stretch that didn't feel entirely natural. And the heavy, too full feeling he felt as Tony sank deeper into him.

At some point Gladio realised he'd made a sound that was halfway between a groan and a moan, his eyes had closed and he was breathing a little quicker. It took a concentrated effort to stop himself from doing that. When he opened his eyes again he caught Tony watching him and gave him a lopsided grin. "... Just... uh... gimme a sec here..." His voice was rougher, more breathless than before. He just needed a second. Just to get used to the feeling. That was all.

Tony was glad he'd had a private moment earlier that day because if he hadn't, he might have lost it on how wonderful tight and moist his lover's body felt. He'd wanted this feeling so badly and he groaned deep in his throat, all too pleased with his victory. After far too long, this beautiful, young man belonged to him in the most primal way and damn if that wasn't the biggest thrill of power he'd had since arriving..

He watched, enjoying Gladio's reaction to what was essentially his virginity being taken away. Tony might never have felt self-conscious about his size, but seeing this gentle giant squirm made him feel the size of the Hulk. When Gladio opened his eyes, Tony's gaze was downright possessive, like a lion standing dominant over his kill.

In a blink of an eye, though, his expression softened at the cute grin and he leaned down, careful not to move his cock. He kissed Gladio's lips softly and spoke gently, "You're doing perfect.. just relax and let me know when you're ready." He wasn't moving a muscle until he heard that signal.

Gladio might have, under other circumstances, knocked Tony on his ass for the way he looked at him then. But it was something of a thrill to see that possessive gleam in his eyes. Had anyone ever looked at him like that? No, not that he could remember. Not to his face at least.

The kiss was good. Perfect in that moment, it served to help centre him enough that he was able to relax more. And in doing so he realised the problem. He shifted his hips, one leg lifted a little more to hug Tony's side while his other leg was bent with his foot on the bed to help him keep his hips tilted. The tilt seemed to help. And in doing it, Tony sank into him all the way with no resistance at all and Gladio groaned with the feeling.

"... R-right, move, Stark. Show me what I've been missin." He was ready.

"I'll show you, Baby." Tony grinned when Gladio relented. He took the time to give the man another a deep kiss before drawing his hips back and slowly thrusting in. He moaned and dropped his head forward. "Fuck.. you're so tight!"

His motion quickened as he pushed harder into the other man's body. He opened his eyes and watched Gladio's face for a while, reveling in getting what he'd been wanting for so long. "Such a perfect, tight ass.. I knew I had to have it!" He growled.

Gladio decided Tony talked too much. Did he like the sound of his own voice that much? Was he supposed to talk like that? No, he thought not. All he could really do was feel and try not to laugh at being on this side of things. He couldn't quite shake off the strangeness of it, but also couldn't deny it felt pretty damn good when Tony began to move.

He ran his hands up Tony's back and when they went back down he lightly scraped nails against skin until Gladio was able to grab hold of thrusting hips. The faster he moved, the better it felt. He groaned and again opened his eyes to find Tony staring at him. So he smirked and pushed himself up to catch his lips in a deep, hard kiss. "... Don't be so damn smug, asshole." Gladio nipped at his lower lip. "Just fuck me."

This couldn't possibly be a surprise that Tony got off from hearing himself talk to at least some degree. The man didn't know how to shut up!

However, the stream of words coming out of his mouth did falter when Gladio would be able to feel him shiver from his nails on his back. He groaned, loving that and before he could make his brain work again, the younger man had a hold of his hips and he cried out. A shockwave of pleasure was sent through his body that he rode out for a while.

Oh, he really liked that smirk. He didn't have time to think beyond that thought, but Tony really liked that smirk. He was quick to kiss back and even barked a quick laugh at Gladio's words. He loved that sass! "Think you know everything now, don't you?" He asked, maybe even more smug than before. He kissed Gladio again, ignoring the slightest sting in his bottom lip from where he got nipped- he loved it!- and tilted Gladio's hips just so..

He at least shut up. He let all else go as he pounded into his lover, knowing exactly what he was rubbing against.

Know everything? No, he would never say he knew everything. There was always room for improvement, always more to learn. And that went for every walk of life, not just the sack. That didn't mean he couldn't be surprised though.

The shout that was torn from his throat echoed through the room. He knew exactly what Tony was done but damn he'd never realised it felt like that. Gladio thought he'd saw stars at one point. Maybe blacked out for a half second. But a moment later he was gripping Tony's hips harder, nails again digging into flesh. He shifted his own hips, bucking with a deep, guttural moan as his aching cock rubbed against Tony's stomach. The friction along with Tony slamming deep into him had on the edge. He called out Tony's name, all the warning he could give before a perfectly aimed thrust had him crying out. Gladio came hard, making a mess of both his own and Tony's chest. He clenched, clamping down around Tony and panting as he rode out the waves of pleasure.

Tony was going to have a few bruises, but damn if he wasn't going to look at them as a badge of honor. He watched with wicked delight as Gladio fell apart beneath him. The beast his roommate became was something Tony would never forget. It was abruptly the same thrill as riding a bucking bronco and about the most sexy thing he'd ever witnessed.

He was far too wrapped up in his own pleasure to relish the sound of his name on Gladio's lips, but he would replay it in his mind many times to come. He couldn't see, couldn't think, could barely breathe when Gladio's body tightened around him. Barely a half second later and he was following behind with a cry that might have been Gladio's name.

He moved so he could lay on his side next to Gladio. He reached out and gathered the other man- his sweet, sexy, perfect giant- to his chest. He kissed Gladio's forehead and laid back, trying to breathe correctly.

Alright, so maybe it felt good. Would it be something he wanted to do often? Maybe not. But would he enjoy it at the time? Most definitely. It was all a bit of a blur for a handful of seconds. He was pretty sure Tony came after him if the sound of his own cry was anything to go by. But it wasn't until Tony pulled out that Gladio came crashing back down. That had sucked. It was sudden and shocked him enough he sucked in a sharp breath, only to grabbed and held and for a moment Gladio didn't resist. He was struggling to both get his breathing steady and wrangle some form of control back.

He laughed, low and breathless and carefully slipped an arm around Tony's waist.

"You okay?" Tony asked gently brushing some hair out of Gladio's face. He kissed his cheeks and then his forehead. It had honestly been so long since that had been an issue, he forgot some men need a gentler exit.

When Gladio's arm went around him, Tony smiled and leaned in to kiss him again. This time the kiss was sweeter and soft. He brushed the man's cheek with his thumb lovingly wondering how strange and wonderful it was they ended up in the same place. "I would normally advice you to take some pain killers before you sleep, but we don't have anything like that here. Think you could steal another potion from your friends?"

Trust him, Gladio.

"I'm fine..." Gladio said after a moment and paused to accept the kiss he was given. Before he could say another word Tony was talking again and he blinked, thinking that through... and felt a little bad he'd never suggested something similar... But that didn't seem nearly as important as other things right then.

He smiled and lightly patted Tony's side and eased himself out of the mans arms. "First things first, I need to get this stuff off of me before it gets gross." Gladio laughed a bit and moved to ease himself off of the bed. Bathroom first, then he'd work out if a potion was needed because he wasn't entirely sure he wanted to explain why he was taking something like that.

Tony frowned a bit at that pause. Was Gladio more sore than he expected to be? Probably yes. He might go over to their friend's house to get that potion if the younger man tried being too macho about this. He didn't mind taking the blame or lying about how an injury happened.

'Get this stuff off'. Now that was flattering. In fact, he usually got kisses, praises, and all kinds of sweet nothings before someone was willing to leave his bed. His breathing hadn't even settled and the other man was pulling away. The possibility that maybe this hadn't meant to Gladio what it had to him passed through his mind.

It was fine. He was fine. He was a seasoned poker player, he could keep everything off his face. He was quick to catch Gladio's arm before the younger man got too far. "Let me do that for you. Just relax."

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It really wasn't that hard to pull Gladio back. He flopped back onto the bed beside Tony with a tired sounding laugh. "Good. Wasn't too sure my legs could hold me." He'd been confident at first but the attempted scoot had been enough to let him know that no, that would have been a bad idea. At least without giving himself a little more time to settle down.

He took a deep, shaky breath and brought a hand up to run through his hair and then dropped his arm above his head. Relax. Okay, he could do that. Just let his heart stop hammering first.

Tony laughed at Gladio's immediate surrender. "That was a ploy to get me to go get you stuff wasn't it?" He teased, getting up. He wasn't sure what to make of that, but he just tried to stop thinking about it. He went into the bathroom and got a clean wash cloth. He let the water get warm before soaking the cloth and cleaning himself off first. He rinsed it again, added a touch of soap, and then headed back.

As he walked in, he smirked seeing the naked man resting on his bed. "I could get used to seeing you like this," he practically purred. He moved the cloth out of reach if Gladio tried to reach for it and very gently, washed his lover off. He leaned down and kissed the man's large, muscular chest and then his abs as that got cleaned. "You're welcome to use me as an excuse for the potion. Tell them I dropped something on my foot or got my fingers jammed while I fixed my work room."

"Yep. And it worked." There was a hint of smugness to Gladio's voice. He rolled his head to the side and watched Tony move to leave the bed and stretched out a hand to idly swat his ass. "Good boy." He was laughing as the older man left the room.

While he was gone Gladio stretched and then winced. Yeah, okay that was going to sting come morning. But he wasn't going to use a potion. It had nothing to do with being macho and more about blatant curiosity. Just how bad would it be? How often had he ignored Prompto's needs because he hadn't realised. He wanted to know.

His thoughts where disrupted when Tony returned. He laughed again. "You plan on making a habit of this?" His tone was borderline playful, but he went quiet while Tony cleaned him up. He was sneaky. Gladio had fully intended on grabbing the cloth and doing it himself. Ideally he would have hopped into the shower but that would have required walking. But his smile softened and he shook his head and sat up enough to cup Tony's cheek and pulled him into a gentle kiss. "I'll be alright. No need to worry. If it's really bad tomorrow I'll do something. But right now it'd be a waste."

He rolled his eyes, but his smile remained. Little did Gladio know, that had been the plan all along. However, he hadn't been too fast about it, which clearly had bugged the younger man. The whole thing was amusing.

Sitting next to his roommate, it was his turn to smirk and look smug. "Are you going to tell me you aren't interested in having a chance at my ass now as pay back?" He was joking around, but he was also really asking. Would Gladio want him again or had this been an experience for him that he now had checked off his list?

He sighed and stuck the towel between Gladio's legs. "You've been warned." He tossed the towel off the side of the bed and slipped back onto his side, head on a pillow. He opened his arms for Gladio to join him.

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