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Truthfully, he couldn't say one way or the other, it had never happened before. No one had ever crawled into his bed and stuck anything in him. Unless it was a finger in his bicep waking him up. Though being woken up with a mouth around his cock wasn't unheard of. This, however, was very different. As they kissed of course he could feel Tony hotdogging his ass, almost on instinct he pressed back a little. Later he'd wonder if it was a bad idea. As predicted he was kind of sore, but not debilitatingly so. Nothing that would stop him at least.

"Then decide quickly." Gladio shot back lazily as he reached behind him to slide a hand along Tony's hip, gripping gently. "Or I can kick you outta bed and finish myself off."

He'd originally thought Gladio would be a fun one nightstand, but that seemed a long time ago now. Their chemistry had been sizzling earlier and even with satisfying their passion, it clearly had done nothing to sate their lust.

Tony groaned, loving the feel of Gladio's ass around him. It wasn't enough though for either one of them. "To hell with sleep!" He reluctantly pulled away so he could grab the tube that had been tossed aside earlier. Rolling back, he didn't play coy and have Gladio put it on him this time. Instead, he made sure it was nice and thick on his cock and then also slipped his slick finger inside his partner. He pressed up close against the young man's back again and nipped at his earlobe.

"Tell me you want it, baby," he teased. His arm slipped between the bed and Gladio's body and took over stroking him, leaving his other hand free to brush the head of his cock right at Gladio's entrance before pulling it away again. This was a dangerous game since he didn't know how long he could last, but whatever.

It was a dangerous game. Gladio wasn't sure he liked being teased in this way. It was annoying. It was frustrating. He really thought about just rolling over and handling things himself. But he didn't. He groaned and pushed back into Tony.

Gladio hadn't thought he'd want it as much as he did. But the teasing was maddening. The hand stroking him even worse. He was already achingly hard now, his hips bucked slightly up into Tony's hand, seeking out that friction.

"I..." He took a breath, steadying. "... I want it. Give it to me, Tony." There was a hint of a growl in his voice, of need.

Tony grinned at getting what he wanted. It was sexy beyond words to hear the need in Gladio's tone and he didn't make the man wait a moment more. He kept it gentle though, since he knew the young man had to be sore from yesterday. He lavished his shoulder and neck as his hips eased forward. He ran his hand up along Gladio's body.

"It's yours, darling," he groaned, fighting the impulse to buck his hips forward. It wasn't right what the man could do to him. He wasn't mentioning it, but this was exactly how Ignis lured him in too. He'd intended to just sleep with the young man and got hooked. This was going to be even worse with how well they already got along- worse in the best way. "You are a gorgeous man, Glads. I fear I might be well on my way to being addicted."

Edited 2021-03-07 15:56 (UTC)

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.

He felt that groan like it was rumbling, vibrating against his balls, bringing an intense wave of pleasure. It spoke to him on a primal level to rut with all his might, but he bit his lip hard to hold back. He didn't want to hurt him.

With his cock deep inside the younger man, his arms around him, and his head being drawn into a kiss, he felt in total possession Gladio. This man, body and soul, belonged to him and damn if that wasn't hot. His hips snapped forward, pushing against tight, warm walls, heady with the knowledge that only he had ever been there. He opened his mouth and teased his partner, seeing if he could mentally function enough to chase his tongue or if he'd need Tony to do that as well.

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.

This was good. Gladio couldn't have been hurting too badly if he was responding so well to the kiss. That gave him all the confidence he needed to thrust without restraint into that amazing heat. His free hand brushed along the young man's throat and slid lower, admiring his scar on his chest, and then teasing a nipple.

His hips pumped back and forth at a rapidly increasing rate. He'd have to show the younger man later how slow and sensual he could be, but right now he had a lust in him that desperately needing to be satisfied. Even more important was his desire to make Gladio feel good again. From the sounds being muffled by their kisses, he was on the right track!

As it turns out, Gladio's threshold for pain is far greater than most, so lot as he wasn't actually injured he could take a lot. He groaned when Tony began to move within him, faster now, clearly having come to some conclusion that going slow just wasn't going to cut it.

Gladio's breath hitched when one callused hand stroked along his throat, it turned to a moan when those fingers teased at his nipple. He was sensitive there and it shown in the way the little nub harden. He tried to keep the kiss up, but the strain on his shoulder was too much, Gladio had to let go and untwist himself in favour of grabbing a handful of the bedsheets.

"F-fuck..." He grunted and groaned with each deep thrust that rocked both himself and the bed. It was getting harder to think, he was so damn close...

This tidbit of fantastic news was being tucked away for later. Tony was very similar as far as pain went, especially when it came to sex. More importantly, it helped him not feel guilty for desiring the young man so soon after the first time. He could let that other stuff go and just reveal in the carnal pleasure.

When Gladio broke their kiss, he nipped at soft skin around his shoulder and left a mark or two on the Shield's neck. Pretty soon, he couldn't concentrate enough to do that. He could only cry out in pleasure, groaning loudly Gladio's name over and over again.

His free hand went down further between Gladio's legs and stroked his balls while his other kept jerking him off. His rhythm was getting frantic as he chased that high. He was almost there.

It was too much, it was too good. Gladio's groans had gotten louder, his breathing heavier. The hand cupping him, the one stroking him, Tony fucking him so hard, so deep... It was just too much. With a shout Gladio came, spilling himself into that hand around his length as he bucked up into Tony's palm. He gasped with the feel of pleasure, of release. Gladio's eyes closed tight and he turned his face into the pillow, pressing it into it.

Gladio's orgasm was beautiful, just like the one last night had been. The sound, the feeling around his cock, the tremors through his body that Tony could feel pressed against him so tightly, and the knowledge that he'd brought the man pleasure. He grinned and took hold of Gladio's hip. He only needed a few more pumps and he shuddered, crying out for him. A second later, he curled around the younger man's body and pressed his face against the curve of Gladio's neck.

His whole body rang like a bell that had just been struck. He hadn't planned on waking up and screwing Gladio all over again, but he was writing that down as one of the best decisions he'd ever made. No matter what his rational mind thought about he should do or think about the two of them, his body sure had an opinion and about Gladio's body. Even balls deep in the younger man, having just fucked him, Tony still wanted more.

He kissed gently the skin he'd so recently marked with his teeth. "Do potions hide hickeys?" He asked with a breathy laugh.

Slowly he began to relax as that pleasured feeling waned, leaving feeling sated and tired again. He hadn't even had time to really wake up before Tony was all over him and now he was back to being tired. Gladio hoped this wasn't a vicious cycle that they were going to get trapped in...

This time he felt Tony's release, felt that cry of his name deep in his stomach, and tried not to think about how good it felt that it was his name being cried out like.

Arms went around him and, as Gladio settled back down onto the bed, he tried to steady the pounding of his heart. There was a kiss and then words. It took Gladio a concentrated effort to work out that they'd been spoken to him and he was probably supposed to reply. He just grunted. Then realised that probably wasn't enough so sighed. "... Probably not." he sounded tired, his eyes where closed... But he also knew he probably should get up and get a shower. Except that would require way more effort than he was willing to exert.

Tony breathed another laugh, but couldn't find the motivation to let go yet. He kissed Gladio's neck and behind his ear before his embrace relaxed, though his limbs were still surrounding the younger man. "I promise I'll take care of you, baby, I just.. whew, need another minute." Or six. Could he just stay there, pressed against Gladio's back, buried inside him forever?

"It should be criminal how beautiful you are."

He was letting all those 'baby's' slide but the 'beautiful' comments really needed to stop. It was Gladio's turn to laugh, tiredly as it was. "... You talk such shit after sex. That usual for you? Maybe I need to gag you next time." Or at least stuff a sock in him AFTER they were done. Anything said during could be forgiven. Afterwards he'd be judged for it. And harshly.

But he'd also give him that minute to come down from his afterglow. Gladio was nice enough to allow that.

Tony was just starting to snuggle his face against Gladio's neck when he heard that. He drew back stunned for a moment. Well that was a hit to the ego, but nothing he couldn't handle.

"Not much for pillow talk, I'll remember that," he remarked with a chuckle. It wasn't funny, it hurt but he'd be damned if he was going to let that show. He let things slip out in a whole lot of ways that people close to him could usually catch way too fast, but not with this.

He'd softened so he eased out of Gladio then and tugged on his arm. "You made my arm fall asleep, you ox."

"Pillow talk, sure. But I'm not beautiful, Tony." Not in the slightest. He wasn't bad looking, but 'beauty' wasn't a word for him at all. Though the details of why that was important left his mind pretty damn fast when Tony pulled out of him. He bit back a wince and at least managed to shift himself enough to let his friend pull his arm free with a muttered apology.

Then he just slumped back down onto the bed and decided that no, he wasn't moving. Not risking it until he knew he could do it without embarrassing himself.

Tony was getting up to retreat and get what they needed from the bathroom when he heard that. He stopped and looked back at Gladio. "If you believe that then you're just as blind as Ignis."

He may have shut the bathroom door a little harder than he meant to. He didn't know how to feel or what to think. Why had that bothered him so much? He couldn't say. He just knew he had to stop thinking about this or he would get to a point he didn't want to be.

Would he like to hear something sweet said to him? Sure. Was it necessary? No. He was a big boy, he didn't need anything, especially nothing like that. He get in and get out faster. They were just screwing after all, not making love. There was a difference and he'd just needed that slap of reality to remember which one he was doing, that's all.

After that 'pep talk', Tony cleaned himself up and came back to the bed and this time, handed over the wet towel. "I'll be quiet if you want to get any more sleep."

The door banging was enough to alert Gladio to something being wrong. He'd actually meant his comment to be teasing, so he wasn't sure what had caused Tony to get upset with him.

Slowly he rolled over onto his back and stared up at the ceiling quietly, trying to work it out. It wasn't until Tony had returned, the towel was handed to him and the comment made that it all slotted together. And Gladio closed his eyes. That ache in his chest was a feeling he didn't like much at all and drowned out the aches of other places.

He didn't move for a long moment. But when he did it was to ease himself down the bed and off of it. The towel came with him. "I'm goin to get a shower." Gladio said quietly, calmly, before he walked out of Tony's bedroom. A shower would help. And if he ended up in his own bed afterwards, that was fine, right?

It was strange really how often the two of them could tease and pester each other without any trouble and then suddenly one of them- usually Tony- would trip over on and fall flat on his face, emotional wise. It was too bad that he'd missed the joke, but he really had. He watched as Gladio left and sank onto the edge of the bed, putting his face in his hands wondering what the hell just happened.

He eventually pulled on some sweatpants and his bathrobe and went downstairs. He filled the kettle and put it on the stove before getting his own coffee. He wasn't going to tell, but today he was getting the regular stuff. He sat in the kitchen brooding, replaying what happened in his mind.

He missed Feanor. The man was older than dirt and had pretty well seen it all. He always had advice when Tony couldn't figure out what was going on in his personal life. Sarai was another he often went to for help, but he knew he wouldn't be seeing her again either. As his thoughts were interrupted by the whistle of the kettle, he sighed.

Do you want green or black tea? He sent as a text to Gladio. The man usually liked black, but sometimes he got in the mood for green. Maybe it was a weak or insecure moment, but Tony thought he'd ask instead of just assume this time. He put his head in his hands and sighed.

Edited 2021-03-10 04:29 (UTC)

Gladio stood in the shower for longer than he would have normally, just letting the hot water wash over him. It felt good. But he also felt so damn tired. And not just because of the sex, though that probably didn't help. No, he was starting to become emotionally worn down. He was nearing the limit of his endurance and either he'd snap or... hide away like he was now. Gladio was leaning toward hiding away. Burying everything. Dismissing this whole thing as a big mistake and just walking away from it.

But he didn't know if he could. And it hurt. He didn't know if he could do this again. If he could let someone in who could just vanish at a moments notice. Wasn't sure he could deal with the way Tony joked about everything, but took Gladio's own jokes to heart enough to get angry with him. It was driving him insane.

In the end all he could do was sigh and just suck it up. Hiding in the shower wasn't going to help him much. So he washed, cleaned himself up, even washed his hair since he was already there. Then when he got out he took care in drying himself. He slipped into his bathrobe and left the bathroom to go to his room, but changed direction at the last minute to head down to get something quick to eat and drink before returning to bed.

What he didn't expect was to see Tony sat at the kitchen table with his face in his hands. Gladio almost turned around and walked back upstairs. But he was rooted to the spot. Why did Tony look like that? This was what he wanted, wasn't it? Friends with benefits. Could he have really been so upset by his comment, or him leaving, that he'd look like this? Unless it was something else...

Gladio decided to push those thoughts aside and made himself move into the kitchen to make himself a sandwich and some tea. To his surprise the kettle was already hot. "I'm making myself a snack. Want anything?" He asked, proud at how neutral and calm his tone was.

Tony startled and looked up at Gladio surprised to find him in the room. How did he do that without Tony noticing? He frowned a bit embarrassed and tried to recall what had just been said. He could only hear Gladio throwing his heartfelt words back in his face. Maybe they were corny, but they’d been how he’d felt.

“I’m sorry,” he said, throat a little thick with emotion. He tried to clear it with a cough. “What did you say?”

He hadn't planned on turning when he'd heard Tony speak, when he'd heard the emotion in his voice. Gladio had thought to be stubborn and not acknowledge it... and yet there he was, turning around to face Tony. He moved his hands to hold onto the counter behind him and looked over at the other man with a frown.

"Sandwich. I was going to make one. Did you want one?" He repeated quietly, just watching the other, clearly trying to work him out.

Oh, right. Food.. probably close to dinner time or.. he had no idea honestly. "No, thank you though. I sent you a text to see if you wanted black or green tea. With it being later in the day.."

He sat up and glanced at Gladio before looking back at his coffee cup. He was quiet for a few moments before clearing his throat again and well.. forcing himself to speak up. ".. I wasn't expecting that from you." He felt so pathetic and the most sensitive, delicate flower ever saying any of this but it would eat him up if he didn't. "Usually I at least get to pull out before I get a negative performance review."

His eyes trailed from his coffee to Gladio's face, wondering what he'd find there. He braced himself for ridicule.

"Didn't get a text..." His communicator was in his room where he wasn't, so if there was anything waiting for him to read he had yet to see it. Gladio at least sounded mildly apologetic for missing it, but there was something to be said for having a similar kind of thought. And he was about to comment on that until Tony spoke again.

All he'd find when he looked Gladio's way was a mix of confusion and hurt, before he did his best to force it away. What good was being hurt here? And what the hell was Tony even talking about? A negative review? Of what?

"... Do you hear whatever the hell you wanna hear? I've no idea what you're talking about. What negative review?"

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