[Gladio was very capable of 'feeling and not thinking', however whatever this was he honestly didn't know. So thinking came into play. The only thing he knew for sure was that there was some need in Tony that for some reason he was willing to answer. At least for now. Was it just the bears though? He knew those things had made people want to hug each other but he hadn't heard of anyone wanting more than that. Not that he expected that to be broadcast far and wide but still...
For as big as Gladio was, it was surprisingly easy for Tony to move him. He didn't resist as he was curious where Tony was leading him.
The hand on him was as strange as the kiss, exploring the plains of his chest, trailing along his scar and down to his side and then back. Without quite meaning to, Gladio groaned into the kiss, a deep rumble of a sound deep within his chest. Strange as that hand may be, it's touch was on the right side of firm. It felt good. Better than he'd expected it to. He kind of wanted the hand to stay where it was, but was surprised when Tony grabbed at his thigh and pulled. Gladio had no other choice but to follow it. The end result was Gladio atop of Tony and the kiss broken with Gladio looking down at the older man, searching his eyes, his face, for some kind of answer.]
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For as big as Gladio was, it was surprisingly easy for Tony to move him. He didn't resist as he was curious where Tony was leading him.
The hand on him was as strange as the kiss, exploring the plains of his chest, trailing along his scar and down to his side and then back. Without quite meaning to, Gladio groaned into the kiss, a deep rumble of a sound deep within his chest. Strange as that hand may be, it's touch was on the right side of firm. It felt good. Better than he'd expected it to. He kind of wanted the hand to stay where it was, but was surprised when Tony grabbed at his thigh and pulled. Gladio had no other choice but to follow it. The end result was Gladio atop of Tony and the kiss broken with Gladio looking down at the older man, searching his eyes, his face, for some kind of answer.]
Tony... What...?