Gladio honestly didn't know how or why this kept happening and why they kept letting it. But he knew he would. Knew he would keep letting it happen now matter how much it hurt in the end, no matter how much each kiss or each touch chipped away a little at his heart. It was broken already, a few more cracks wouldn't hurt. But for the moment, those seconds, minutes or hours where he was with Tony, the cracks where harder to see.

So he chased that moan, let the kiss become heated as his hands dropped to grab his friends ass and pull him flush against his chest... just as he heard the same thing as Tony.

There was a part of him that wanted to say fuck it and carry on kissing the man. He wasn't ashamed. Another part wanted to just yell out and tell whoever it was to back off... But in the end he gave a low, breathless little laugh and moved his hands from Tony's ass to his hips and gently pushed him away. "... Wrong time and place. We'd be the talk of the town."