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It’s about the way Loki moves, Tony thinks sometimes. He watches as Loki walks around New Asgard like he owns the place, a lightness to his soundless steps that fits to his dangerous grins but presents a sharp contrast to the way his shoulders tense when he feels threatened, and he feels threatened so very easily. Tony watches as Loki gestures while he speaks - he likes to move his hands, likes to wave and point and underline his words to make them even more effective, and usually Tony barely even manages to listen to what Loki is saying. He watches as Loki fights and good god, that one almost kills him every single time.
Tony is used to being attracted to people he should not be attracted to. His brain doesn’t really have a filter when it comes to that; when someone is hot, they’re hot, and there’s not a single fucking thing Tony’s flimsy excuse for a common sense can do about that. He has a special fondness for people who he knows could ruin him with either words or strength - or even better, both - if he let them and that’s not him being self-destructive, that’s him getting off on intelligence, skills and power. Rhodey always says that Tony has no self-preservation instinct, and well. He's probably right.
Tony watches as Loki stretches his arms above his head and tilts his head first to one side, then the other, stretching his neck. Tony wonders if aliens get neck and shoulder strains too and almost has an aneurysm thinking about Loki lying under him and moaning appreciatively when Tony’s fingers manage to loosen a particularly nasty knot of tension. Jesus. The last time Tony got it this bad in this little time was when he had the pleasure of letting Pepper stubbornly and expertly convince him that no, he did need a PA, and she was perfect for the job, and either he stopped acting like a ten year old or he could settle for some mediocre secretary who wouldn’t even make good coffee.
“I think this is enough for tonight,” Loki says, looking rather sourly at the documents they have been working on. “I’m tired of drafting contracts for Thor.”
“You love drafting contracts,” Tony says. He rocks back on his chair, placing his feet on the kitchen table. “It gives you a chance to pull people over the barrel.”
“It’s not my fault that you humans aren’t as clever as you think you are,” Loki drawls and stands up, grabbing his mug. He also glances at Tony’s feet. “Why can't you put these on the floor where they belong?”
“God, don't teach me table manners. I’m a hopeless case, you know.”
“I eat here,” Loki says, because he’s ridiculous, and Tony likes it a lot but not quite enough to take his feet off the table.
"It's comfortable."
Loki rolls his eyes and goes to refill his mug with that disgusting tea he likes. He got rid of his jacket a while ago and is now just in suit pants and a dress shirt that hugs his back very nicely. The rolled up sleeves might as well be Tony's actual undoing. Loki wears long-sleeved, high-necked and fine looking clothes like Tony wears cocky grins and sunglasses, and it took a while until they both managed to let go of their armour around each other, bit by bit and layer by layer. Once, Tony saw Loki in a t-shirt, and he still hasn't recovered. When they started spending time together for business reasons, Tony figured that Loki would become less of a mystery and therefore also less interesting in time, but that's not how it works, apparently, because the more Loki relaxes around him and the more he slowly and hesitantly opens up, the more Tony likes him.
"Are you staying the night?" Loki asks, stirring his tea with a spoon. He takes it with more sugar than is probably healthy, and it's adorable.
"If you don't mind," Tony says, even though he knows the answer. "I can also drive back to Oslo if -"
"No, you can stay, of course," Loki interrupts him. "We can watch one of your movies, but don't expect me to stay awake until the end."
Tony snorts. Loki looks tired, but he always looks tired these days, because running New Asgard isn't exactly a walk in the park. Loki works as hard for it as his brother, if not harder. It's like he's trying to make up for something, or like he simply doesn't know what else to do with himself. Either way, it's a feeling Tony can relate to, especially when he discovers the little signs that Loki’s exhaustion goes well beyond physical fatigue. Sometimes all he wants is to steal Loki away and make him go on a vacation. Or help him unwind in other ways.
“When did you last sleep?” Tony asks, unsure whether he’s worried or amused. A bit of both, probably. Fact is, when he arrived in the very early morning, Loki was working, and Tony doesn’t think it was less a case of already working than still working.
Loki has to think about it for a moment, then he says, “Last Friday.”
It’s Thursday, and come on, Tony knows that Loki is a god or whatever, but really? “Wow. You’re almost as bad as me.”
“Yes, but only almost.”
"You can also go to bed right away, you know. I mean, don't let me stop you."
"You're not stopping me from anything." Loki idly lifts the spoon to his mouth and licks it clean. Tony almost falls off his chair.
"Loki?" he says, because this is ridiculous and it's been going on for months and if he doesn't get this out of his system anytime soon, he's going to go nuts.
"Yes?"
"Do you know that you're really hot?"
Loki stills. The spoon is still in his mouth, and he squints at Tony as if he thinks he misheard. Finally, he lets the spoon sink. "Excuse me?"
"It's not a rhetorical question," Tony says, too quickly. "I mean it, do you know? Are you doing it on purpose? Or are you just you and I'm just this much into you because I'm into you?"
"I - well, I'm sure that made sense in your head," Loki says, "but I don't know what - that is, you…"
He stops.
They look at each other for a moment.
"Oh my god," Tony says then, amazed. "You're flustered. I managed to fluster you."
"I'm not flustered, I merely -"
"You're blushing."
Loki scowls and turns around to put the spoon into the sink. "I don't know where you think you are going with this, that's all."
"Okay, like, in my ideal dream-outcome of this situation, I'm going straight into your bed, but honestly I'm fine with just showering you with compliments, too. Do you want to hear another one?"
Loki turns back around and leans against the counter, crossing his arms. "Oh, by all means."
Tony grins; he recognizes a challenge when he sees one. He leans backward, putting his feet on the table again, and wonders what Loki thinks he's going to say - some half-assed compliments about his looks, and knowing Tony probably also this or that lewd remark. Tony isn't sure what category the sentence in his head falls into, but he says it outloud, anyway. "If you told me to kneel for you, I would."
Loki blinks very slowly, but he doesn't say anything. He looks like he is solving a very complicated math problem in his head, only that Tony has seen Loki solve very complicated math problems and knows that Loki can do that with ease, admirable speed and a smirk that haunts Tony's fucking dreams.
"That's the highest compliment I can give, by the way," Tony continues, because he doesn't like the silence. "I don't get all subby for just anyone. But you, Bambi, you've been hitting all my boxes like they're punching bags."
Realization dawns on Loki's face. "You're propositioning me."
"Uh, yeah? I thought that was obvious."
"Yes, but you're serious," Loki says. "You want -"
"Yes?"
"Me?"
"Yes."
"Oh."
Tony tries not to laugh, and he also tries not to be nervous. He already feels like a thirteen year old schoolboy confessing his crush, there's no need to actually act like one. "Ball's in your court, Loki. We can either do something about this or act like we've never talked about it at all, I'll respect both outcomes as long as I can still crash on your sofa whenever you guys need my help here. Because I'm lonely in Oslo and Thor stores so loudly that his entire house shakes and -"
He stops because Loki has left his place by the counter and walked up to where Tony is sitting. He puts two fingers - thumb and index - on Tony's chin and tilts it up, effectively causing Tony's brain to malfunction like a badly coded program.
"I think," Loki says, "I asked you to get your feet off my table."
Right. "I told you, don't teach me manners."
"I'm not," Loki says, voice even and oddly warm. "I'm merely asking you to do as I say, which I believe attends to both of our interests."
Tony starts to grin, and can't really stop again. "Yeah, I think so, too."
He takes his feet off the table and puts them on the ground, and Loki raises a brow, surprised. He withdraws his hand. "I always thought you were not exactly the obedient type."
Tony, still grinning, shrugs. "I'm not, really. I can be during sex, but only with the right person - you know, with someone I trust."
Loki swallows thickly; Tony watches his Adam's apple move and wants to get his lips on that throat as soon as possible. But Loki still seems to have some slight trouble making sense of things, so Tony forces himself to wait patiently until Loki is ready for… well, whatever he wants to be ready for, really.
"I wasn't aware this was an option," Loki says after a moment. "I may need a moment to adjust."
"Well, I won't run away, so feel free to take all the time you need. You're not opposed, though, right? I feel like you've made clear you're not opposed, but if you're not interested in this sort of thing, we can also keep it vanilla -"
"No," Loki cuts him off. "I definitely am interested." He reaches out to touch Tony again, brushing his cheek with his fingertips. "You really do wish to submit to me."
Tony nods patiently. "Mh hm. Yes."
"I know that it isn't…" Loki tilts his head to the side, frowning slightly. "Unusual, here in Midgard."
"You know, huh?" Tony smirks up at him. "I knew that the high speed connection I provided would come in handy for you guys. Is it unusual in Asgard?"
"Yes, quite."
"And you've never done anything like it."
Loki looks at him, mildly surprised.
Tony arches a brow. He knows that he jumped to a conclusion there, but it's a conclusion that makes sense. He knows that Loki - and Thor, too, actually - is still very young by Aesir standards, that he wasn't well liked in Old Asgard and that he's never been in an actual relationship. (The latter he learned from Thor.) Tony would be surprised if Loki ever trusted anyone enough to do this with. "Did I get that wrong?”
"No," Loki says, shaking his head. “I've never - well."
"That's fine," Tony tells him gently. "Are we just talking about kink or -"
"Yes," Loki cuts him off. "I have always wanted to… take control, so to say, but the few lovers I've had were not interested, and so the opportunity never presented itself.”
“It’s presenting itself now,” Tony reminds him, grinning again. “And - and I’m saying this in the most humble way possible - it’s a very good opportunity.”
"Oh, I know." Loki just looks at Tony for a moment, then he takes a step back. "Stand up."
Tony does so without hesitation, without even thinking, really, and smiles when he sees the tentativeness fade from Loki's eyes. Loki doesn't look away from Tony's face when he puts his hands on Tony's hips and makes him move, pressing him against the table. His hands squeeze Tony's hips, then they slowly wander up his sides, their touch firm in a way that's going to turn Tony to putty very quickly.
When Loki kisses him, Tony resigns to the fact that he really is a hopeless case. In his defense, he's been actively thinking about this for months and silently and secretly thinking about this for years, so what if his knees buckle a bit? What if he has to grab the edge of the table behind him to keep from grasping Loki's ridiculous shirt and his even more ridiculous tie to pull him closer? He's only a man, cut him some slack.
He lets Loki control the kiss, because there's something nice about letting Loki keep it chaste for as long as he wants, about pressing back against Loki and opening his mouth only when Loki coaxes him to do so. Loki seems to approve as well; one of his hands is on Tony's throat by now, thumb under his chin to keep it lifted, and his mouth is greedy. He kisses like he's aching for it, meeting Tony's tongue with his own and pressing closer and closer against him while his other hand strokes over Tony's chest and back as if he can't stop touching him.
When Loki pulls back, Tony is out of breath and harder than he's been in a long time, partly because of the kiss and partly because he can feel that there's a rather impressive bulge in Loki's pants as well.
Loki lets his lips trail across Tony's cheek. His thumb is moving on Tony's throat, thankfully not applying any pressure, just stroking gently. "Very good," he murmurs, his breath warm on Tony's skin. "I've been wanting this for a long time."
"Same," Tony gets out, willingly raising his chin to give Loki better access when he lowers his head to press his mouth against Tony's throat. It makes Tony gasp. "Can I touch you?"
"Hm." Loki kisses Tony's neck again, then lifts his head and looks at him, eyes dark. "No, I don't think so. Not yet."
Tony lets out a slightly shaky breath that's almost a laugh. "Okay."
"Really?"
"Yeah, really. Kiss me again, please?"
Loki smiles and kisses his cheek, and Tony makes a frustrated noise.
"Not like that."
"Are you complaining?" Loki asks, sounding nearly curious. His hands are touching their way down Tony's chest, more teasing than anything else.
"Only a bit, promise.” Tony smiles widely and lets his nose bump into Loki's, aiming for another kiss he isn't allowed to have. "What do you want? I'll give you everything."
"That is a very dangerous thing to say to me."
Tony almost laughs, because really, that's bullshit. They both know that Tony doesn't have a single reason to be scared of Loki, even though there are all in all dozens of reasons to be scared of Loki.
"Nah," he says. "Nah, it isn't."
Loki pulls back a little to look at him much too seriously. "You need to tell me to stop if I go too far."
Tony nods, even though he doesn't think that Loki will try anything really crazy right away. He's not used to this, and hell, for Tony it's been a while, too. They'll take it slowly. Still - "You familiar with the traffic light system? Green for go, yellow for pause and check in, red for -"
"Stop," Loki finishes. "Yes, I'm familiar. I suppose you have limits I should know of -"
This time, Tony does laugh. "God, you really did discover the naughty corner of the web, didn't you?"
Loki wrinkles his nose. "Don't tease me. I was just curious how humans handle certain things -"
"Mh hm, right." Tony grins and lowers his voice to a secretive tone. "You'll have to let me watch you jerk off some time, I can promise that it'll get me really desperate really fast. There's nothing more frustrating than wanting to touch when I'm not allowed."
"Oh?" Loki says. "And are you frustrated right now?"
"Uh, yeah, that's one way to describe it."
Loki chuckles. "Perhaps I'll let you touch me if you answer my initial question."
"Question?" Tony echoes. "Oh, right - limits. Uh. The most important thing is probably - well, I can't stand it when my breathing is restricted in any way, and you can't put too much pressure on my chest because sometimes my brain thinks the reactor is still in there and then I freak out. I like pain, but too much of it turns me off and blood in bed makes me nauseous. I'm not into humiliation, and I don't want to have anything to do with your pee and stuff."
Loki has been nodding along as if he is mentally making notes. "And what do you want?"
For the first time, Tony hesitates. There have been more than enough instances of people expecting him to be the kinkiest guy in the whole wild world simply because he acts Like That in public, and now and then they were disappointed when they figured out that what Tony wants is actually pretty tame. But well, he doesn't want the pain and the stress and the war to follow him into the bedroom, he wants peace. He's tired of fighting. And he doesn't want to feel small or debased, he wants to feel wanted and needed and, most importantly, safe.
He swallows. "Can I touch you now?"
"Yes," Loki says at once, watching Tony very attentively.
Tony smiles slightly and puts his hands first on Loki's hips, then on his back. Even though they have been spending lots and lots of time together recently, they have barely touched each other, and Tony already loves how Loki's body feels under his hands, warm and firm and reliable.
"I want you to control me," he says, his voice quiet but even. He doesn't manage to keep looking at Loki, so he lowers his gaze. "I want to please you, and I want to serve you, and I want you to take me apart, but not - not in a rough way. I mean, no, that's not the right word, I - look, I've nothing against some good old rough fucking and if you treat me like I'm made of glass I'll bite one of your fingers off, but I just - I want to feel useful, not used. Does that make sense? I've been told I'm surprisingly boring so I'm sorry if you're disappointed, but it's -"
Loki cups Tony's face with both hands and makes him look at him. Loki's eyes are warm and gentle, but they brook no dissent. Tony expects him to say something, but for now all Loki does is lean in and kiss him, softly enough that Tony melts against him.
"I am not disappointed," Loki says after pulling away, sounding somewhat exasperated that Toky would even consider such a thing. "In fact, I will try my very best to give you what you want, and I hope that you won't be disappointed."
"Uh, at this point you could be absolutely shit in bed and I'd still be overjoyed that I finally got my hands on you."
Loki looks almost insulted. "You should raise your standards, pet."
Tony has to laugh. "Pet, huh? Is that going to be a thing now?"
"Would you like it to be?"
"It's fine," Tony says, which is playing it down. The thought of being Loki's pet, cherished and spoiled, is a very good one. Smiling, he digs his fingers into Loki's back, trying to beckon him closer. "It’s fine, Sir.”
Loki hums, pleased. “I like that.”
“Yeah?”
“Yes.” Loki kisses the corner of Tony’s mouth, then he says, “Bedroom. Now.”
Tony thinks back to all the times he listened to Loki giving commands out to his people and tried not to get hard because of the thought of Loki commandeering him. He fantasized about this often enough, but somehow he never thought it would actually happen - sure, Loki's demeanour screams dominance, Tony had no way of knowing if Loki would really be into this, and that he is into this just made Tony's day, if not his entire month. The fact that Loki is new at this makes it even more exciting, because Tony will get to watch as Loki figures out what he wants and likes and it will be glorious.
"Yes, Sir," Tony says, his voice low, and steals a brief kiss before he leaves the narrow space between Loki's body and the table to go to the bedroom.
Loki's house isn't big - none of the houses in New Asgard are - but it's comfortable, and Tony has grown fond of it in the last months. He has never been in Loki’s bedroom, though, and has only seen glances of it when Loki came out of it in the mornings, because Loki is a very private person and usually the door is closed. It’s closed now, too, but Tony figures that since Loki told him to go to the bedroom and now doesn’t protest when he reaches for the handle, he’s allowed to open it.
He decides to snoop around in Loki’s belongings later, for now that’s not really important. Loki is important. He followed Tony without saying a word, and now that they’re both in the bedroom and looking at each other, Loki silently reaches behind himself to close the door. He is looking Tony up and down, hungry and delightfully unsubtle. Inwardly, Tony pulls himself together and tries to let his thoughts go quiet; yes, it’s been a long time since he did something like this, but he knows how to slip back into it. For him, submission has always been like that very first pair of shoes you try on in the store without thinking that you’ll buy them, but then you’re surprised by how well they fit and how much you like them, and even though they need some breaking in before they’re really comfortable, you don’t want to take them off again.
He trusts Loki. It’s easy to put his hands behind his back. It’s easy to look at a spot on the floor rather than into Loki’s eyes, and it’s easy to wait until Loki decides what he wants to do with them, the silence between them thick with anticipation, but not uncomfortable.
Loki finally makes his way over to Tony, stopping only when he’s already right in Tony’s personal space. Tony glances up at him briefly and then looks down again, at Loki’s chest, his belt, his hands. God, Tony hopes that Loki will touch him soon, otherwise he’s going to lose his mind.
“Take off your clothes.”
Oh, Loki’s voice is a little rough already. Still calm, overall, but his desire is all too obvious. Tony has to grin, and doesn’t try to stifle it. “Yes, Sir.”
He pulls his shirt over his head and tosses it aside. Loki follows it with his eyes and doesn’t seem to mind that Tony’s clothes are going to end up all crumpled on his bedroom floor, but that’s not surprising; Loki isn’t exactly a tidy person himself. If they want to get on the bed anytime soon, they’ll have to clear it from a couple of books and clothes first.
Tony is all too aware of how intensely Loki is watching him while he opens his pants and pushes them down. His boxers follow right after, then he takes off his socks and pushes all of his clothes aside with his foot. He can feel Loki’s gaze on him, and it makes his face heat. The fact that age and the blissful lack of apocalypses in the last years have caused a bit of softness to gather here and there doesn’t change that he’s very confident about his body, thank you very much, but Loki is looking at him like he wants him, desperately so.
“Look at me,” Loki says, quietly.
Tony does. He swallows thickly when Loki cups his chin, brushing his thumb first against Tony’s lower lip, then his beard. His hand moves down to Tony’s throat, fingertips stroking over his Adam’s apple and finally dipping into the hollow between his collar bones.
“You’re exquisite,” Loki murmurs. After a moment, he looks away from where he is touching Tony’s skin and back into his eyes. “I consider myself very lucky.”
Yeah, fine, now Tony is definitely blushing. He’s also forgotten how much sincere praise turns him on. “Thank you, Sir.”
Loki smiles, then he presses his lips to Tony’s again. At first he keeps it gentle, but as soon as he starts running his hands over Tony’s upper body, the kiss deepens. Tony can’t do much more than cling to Loki and kiss back as enthusiastically as he knows how while Loki touches him like he wants to own him. When Loki grabs Tony’s ass with both hands and squeezes, Tony moans into the kiss and can’t help but buck his hips a little, not even knowing if it’s to press back against Loki’s hands or forward against the bulge in Loki’s pants. The slightest friction against his cock makes heat shoot through Tony's spine, and he holds onto Loki even tighter because he fears that his knees might actually buckle.
Loki chuckles and breaks the kiss, his hands on Tony’s sides now, keeping him from moving. “Are you getting impatient?”
"A bit," Tony admits, panting. God, this is brilliant. "Please, can I -"
"Yes?"
"Suck you? Please."
Loki looks surprised for a second, but then he lets out a soft breath and pulls away. Tony pouts, but his disappointment fades when he sees Loki wave his hand - suddenly, the bed is perfectly tidy, providing more than enough room for them to roll around in. Tony swallows, and his mouth goes very dry when Loki sits down on the edge of the bed and spreads his legs.
"Come here," Loki says. "Kneel."
Tony goes and sinks to his knees between Loki's legs. There are many good things about it, but the best is the way Loki's eyes widen a fraction, drinking Tony in. The green is almost completely gone, and Tony has to press his nails into his thighs to keep himself from reaching for Loki's belt right away. He wants to see Loki go mad with want, with pleasure; he wants him to become shameless. Tony would do everything for him right now, would let him take everything, and soon, he tells himself, Loki won't look surprised anymore when Tony asks to serve him. He'll have Tony on his knees for him whenever Loki wants him there.
Loki slowly starts to open the buttons of his shirt, one by one. Tony wants to do it for him, but at this point he's not even thinking about doing anything unless Loki tells him to. So he just follows Loki's movements and runs his gaze over Loki's chest, pale and lean but strong. Tony can’t count the times he imagined being in bed with Loki, chest to chest with Loki’s weight pinning him to the mattress and making sure that he won’t be able to move unless Loki wants him to. God, Loki can probably hold him down with a single hand, and just thinking about that makes Tony’s cock leak. He longs to be touched, for the privilege of Loki’s hand or lips wrapped around him, but he doesn’t ask for either, because what he wants even more is Loki’s cock in his mouth, and that as soon as humanly - or alien-ly - possible.
Loki finally slips out of his shirt, then he runs a hand through Tony’s hair, nails scratching lightly over the back of his head. Tony nearly closes his eyes in pleasure, he’s so desperate for any kind of contact, and the way he leans into the touch makes Loki smile.
“There was something you wanted to do, I think. Or have you changed your mind?”
Tony shakes his head. “No, Sir.”
“Good. You may open my pants, then.”
Tony grins - fucking finally - and dutifully opens first Loki’s belt, then his zipper. When he sees the underpants Loki is wearing, Tony has to press his lips together to keep from laughing.
Loki sighs. “It’s alright, you can laugh.”
Tony does, forehead dropping against Loki’s knee. “Sorry, just - god, no, I’m not even sorry. Little Mjölnirs , really?”
“Thor got them for me. He thought it was funny.”
“Okay, but - I mean, you’re actually wearing them.”
“They’re comfortable.”
It takes a while until Tony recovers from his laughing fit. Loki watches him, amused, and raises a brow when Tony is just chuckling instead of giggling like madman. “Are you done?”
“Yeah,” Tony says, still wheezing a little. “Yeah, I’m done. God. I’m gonna get you Iron Man ones and there’s nothing you can do to stop me.”
Loki grins down at him. “Actually, I’ve been thinking about starting my own line. There is an appalling lack of Loki merchandise in this world.”
“Okay, you know what? You’re absolutely right, let’s take care of that tomorrow. For now -” He looks at Loki’s underpants again. “Can you make them go poof? Because otherwise I won’t be able to do this without laughing.”
Loki rolls his eyes, snaps his fingers - which he only does for show, Tony knows - and then Tony forgets all about little magic hammers and Loki themed clothes and clutter because Loki is perfectly, gorgeously naked from head to toe. He looks better than anything Tony has seen before, with his hands resting behind him on the bed, relaxed and expectant and in control. His cock is hard, curving upward, and long and thick enough that Tony will have some difficulties swallowing it down completely, but he’s always enjoyed a good challenge.
He shuffles forward on his knees, and his hands find their way to Loki’s thighs, feeling the firm muscles under his palms. “May I?”
“Yes,” Loki says, then taps Tony’s hand with a fingertip. “But keep these behind your back.”
Tony nods and puts his hands behind his back again. Then he leans forward and slowly swipes his tongue over the head of Loki’s cock, licking up the precum that has gathered there. Loki sighs and his hand returns to Tony’s hair, fingers sliding through his curls. Tony presses his tongue against the underside of Loki’s cock, teasing and licking, getting adjusted to the taste and the feeling - it’s not as a warm as a human’s, but apart from that it’s pretty much the same, and the mere fact that it’s Loki’s makes Tony’s blood boil. His own arousal is dripping between his legs, but he ignores it while he swirls his tongue around the head and licks up and down Loki’s length, getting it slick. Now and then, he glances up at Loki and holds his gaze for a moment, relishing the heat in Loki’s eyes, the sight of his parted lips and flushed cheeks. Loki’s chest is rising and falling a little faster now, breath leaving him in sighs or gasps whenever Tony’s tongue does something that feels particularly good. And Tony learns quickly, learns how to make Loki sigh and gasp instead of letting it happen as a positive side effect.
When Tony properly takes Loki into his mouth for the first time, Loki’s hand tightens in his hair, and Loki moans when Tony gives him a long suck, eyelids fluttering shut. Loki lets him keep going for a while, clearly enjoying himself, and Tony is starting to feel somewhat lightheaded, getting lost in this.
“Mh, you’re very good at this, aren’t you?” Loki murmurs, fingers curling in Tony’s hair. His breath is hitching, voice just slightly uneven. “Just perfect. Don’t forget to breathe, sweet.”
Tony pulls off to suck in a breath. He can barely even hear anything over his own blood rushing in his ears; the praise makes him dizzy with arousal. “Thank you, Sir.”
“Oh, my pleasure. Now -” Loki grasps Tony’s hair more tightly, nudging him down again. “Let’s see how deep you can take me, yes?”
Tony nods quickly and wraps his lips around Loki’s cock again, swallowing him down. It’s been a while since he last did this and his gag reflex makes a brief but unpleasant appearance when Loki’s cock hits the back of Tony’s throat. Tony has to pull back with a frustrated noise, but Loki seems unbothered.
“It’s alright, pet. You’re doing very well. Try again for me.”
Even though Loki’s warm voice makes Tony want to whimper in what would undoubtedly be pleasure, he sends a minor glare in his direction. “There’s no reason to coddle me.”
“No?” Loki grins, and something brushes against Tony's cock, the touch light and gentle, but so unexpected that Tony's hips twitch. Loki's grin widened. “As far as I’m concerned, how much you like it is a reason, and a very good one at that.”
Tony already misses the feeling of whatever that was - actually, he has a good idea what it was, now that he manages to spare half a thought to connect the dots. "Was that -"
"Magic, yes. Do you mind?"
"Holy shit, no."
Loki seems pleased. "So eager."
“Oh, shut up.”
“I’m sorry?”
“Shut up, Sir,” Tony says and swallows Loki’s cock again, causing Loki’s laugh to trail off in a moan.
This time, Tony manages to swallow past that difficult spot in his throat and take Loki deeper, until Tony’s throat is filled and his eyes actually roll back into his head. Loki curses under his breath and it’s music to Tony’s ears.
“Yes,” Loki all but hisses when Tony lifts his head again, gasping for breath. “Exactly like that, so good for me. Again.”
Tony obeys and swallows Loki as deep as he can, pressing his tongue to Loki’s cock and sucking. Loki moans again and pulls at Tony’s hair, just gently, but enough to make him whimper. Immediately, the grip of Loki’s hand loosens again.
“Anthony?”
“Green,” Tony gasps out after letting go of Loki’s cock, breathless. He takes hold of Loki’s wrist to keep him from moving his hand away. “Green, you can - guide me. Please. However you want.”
“You will tell me if it hurts too much?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good.”
With that, Loki grasps Tony’s hair again and pushes him down, not hesitating anymore. Tony can only moan around the cock in his mouth when Loki keeps pulling at his hair, urging his head up and down and keeping him down when he wants it, and for exactly as long as he wants it. It hurts in just the way Tony loves and craves, a firm and sharp reminder of Loki’s control that wipes everything else out of his mind. He could do this for hours, but sadly Loki seems to have other plans.
“Enough,” he says, pulling Tony off his cock. He chuckles and slides his thumb over Tony’s lower lip. “Look at you, pet, you’re a mess. I love you like this.”
“Please, let me -”
“Hush,” Loki interrupts him. “Come here, I want you on your back.”
Tomy moves at once, crawling onto the bed. He lies down in the middle of the bed, and immediately Loki nudges his legs apart so that he can kneel between them, hands on his thighs.
“Lovely,” Loki says, the word thick with want.
He wraps his hand around Tony’s cock and strokes him slowly, almost experimentally. It feels fucking perfect and Tony can’t help but thrust up into Loki’s fist, which unfortunately makes Loki take his hand away again. Tony whines.
"Loki, please -"
"Shh. Soon, I promise." Loki's hand wanders lower and finds Tony's entrance. "Do you like being taken, pet?"
Oh god. The thought alone makes Tony's brain short-circuit. "Yes, Sir."
Loki smiles sharply, showing his teeth, and it sends a thrill down Tony's spine. "I'm glad." When he presses his finger to Tony's hole again, it's suddenly slick, the first digit slipping in easily. "Tight," Loki comments, the fingers of his other hand pressing into Tony's thigh and keeping him still. "It's been a while, hasn't it?"
Tony hums in confirmation, distracted by having Loki's finger in him. Loki doesn't seem to mind.
"I've touched myself thinking about this," he says, almost purrs, while he starts to push his finger in and out. "I imagined having you in my lap and making sure you're open and wet and read, until you're begging me to fill you up." He carefully adds a second finger, clearly not planning to spend more time preparing Tony than necessary. There's more than enough magic lube easing the way already. "There were times in meetings when I could barely concentrate because I was so distracted fantasizing about bending you over the table and fucking you right then and there."
Tony laughs.
"Is that funny?"
"No, just - just familiar."
Loki’s smirk looks very smug, and it’s hotter than it should be. “I’m going to let you ride me. I want to see how you look fucking yourself on my cock to please me. How does that sound?"
Tony manages a giddy grin. "Perfect, actually."
"I'm happy we agree," Loki says and pulls his fingers out. “There is no risk of diseases, given my heritage. I would have you bare, but if you prefer -”
“Nah, bare’s good.”
Loki accepts that with a nod and presses a kiss to Tony's belly before he moves up his body to kiss him properly. It doesn't take long until he rolls them around so that Tony is on top of him and can straddle his stomach. Loki lies there with his hands on Tony's hips, hair spread out on the pillow, eyes dark and filled with anticipation, and he's so beautiful that it steals Tony's breath. Not like he had much of that left to begin with.
He puts his hand on Loki's chest and brushes a finger over one of Loki's nipples, satisfied when it hardens under the touch. God, he wants to explore every single part of Loki's body, but Loki is already raising an eyebrow at him, and Tony knows what he wants.
Tony shifts so that he is on his knees and reaches behind himself to take hold of Loki's cock and guide it to his own hole. He presses down until he feels the head splitting him open, causing his lips to parten with a gasp. Loki is holding onto Tony's hips so tightly that Tony won't be surprised if he has bruises there later. He likes the thought surprisingly much.
Loki's eyes all but bore into Tony's while he slowly sinks down inch by inch, and Tony can't look away. He feels so good, feels so full, and for a second he believes that this is the best fucking night of his life, and then he's fully seated with Loki's cock buried in him to the hilt and Tony doesn't just believe it anymore, it's just a fact - this is a thing now, and it'll be brilliant. It already is brilliant.
"Comfortable?" Loki asks, hands trailing over Tony's thighs and back to his hips. He's a little out of breath.
Tony can't speak, so he nods.
"Then move, pet."
Tony does, pushing himself up on his knees and then back down. He pants as Loki's cock stretches and fills him, and he wants to feel it again and again and again. He keeps looking at Loki, searching for a sign that Loki is enjoying this just as much as Tony is. He finds several - in Loki's eyes, in the moans that fall from his lips, in the way his head falls back onto the pillows, baring his throat, when Tony clenches down on him.
"Kiss me," Loki orders, sounding not even half as wrecked as Tony feels, and his tone alone makes Tony keen.
He leans forward, bracing himself on the mattress, and kisses Loki like he's aching for it, because he is. He keeps rolling his hips as hard as he can and gets a reward for it, Loki groaning into his mouth and scraping his nails over Tony's back.
"Gods, yes," Loki mutters against Tony's lips, breathing harshly. "So good for me -" He grabs Tony's hips and thrusts upward, laughing roughly when Tony cries out softly. "Enjoying yourself, darling?"
"Yes, yes, please -"
Loki makes a low, pleased sound. "Listen to yourself, begging so prettily for me. You're a wonder."
He uses his grip on Tony's hips to lift him up and then pull him down onto his cock again, so hard that the stretch of it borders on painful. Loki keeps moving him like that as if Tony weighs nothing and hell, for Loki he probably doesn't. Tony feels helpless, all he can do is pant and gasp and take it. Every thrust of Loki's hips pulls a whine from Tony's throat, and by the time one of Loki's hands somehow manages to find Tony's cock and start stroking, Tony is already half gone.
Not so gone that he doesn't feel heat and tension pooling in his belly, a string that's ready to snap.
"Yellow," Tony gasps out, tongue stumbling over the two syllables. "Yellow, please, please -"
Loki already stilled, even took his hands away from Tony altogether. "What do you need? Anthony?"
"I'm too close," Tony says and laughs, his forehead touching Loki's now. "I'm too close."
Loki relaxes and chuckles softly, stroking Tony's back. "Is that a problem?"
Tony takes a shuddering breath, trying to pull himself together even as he shifts on Loki's cock, clenching slightly. "I don't know, Sir. Do I have permission?"
Thankfully, Loki catches on very quickly. "Oh, I see," he says, quiet and pleased. "Well, I haven't given you permission, have I?"
Tony shakes his head, and he starts to roll his hips again. "No, Sir."
Loki hums. "You are not to come unless I give you the order, then. I have to make sure you've earned it, after all."
Oh, fuck. Tony nods vehemently, grinning. He barely manages to speak, and his voice is a mess when he says, "Yes, Sir, thank you."
"You're welcome, pet," Loki replies, somewhat breathless himself. “I take it you're ready to continue? Because since you've done all the work so far, I would very much like to put you on your back now."
"Fuck, yes, please."
Loki rolls them over again and yeah, that’s Tony’s earlier fantasy fulfilled, scratch it from the list. Loki is heavy - heavier than a human, Tony notes - , but only for the fragment of a second, then he supports himself on the mattress to keep the better part of his weight off Tony, and Tony quite loves being under him, especially when Loki pushes into him again. It makes Tony gasp and bury his hands in Loki’s hair, trying to pull him into a kiss, but Loki grabs his hands and pins them to the mattress on each side of Tony’s head, using that as leverage to roll his hips again and again, pounding into Tony hard. Tony actually whimpers and does his best to meet Loki’s thrusts to take him deeper. The angle is perfect, hitting Tony’s prostate just right, and with his cock rubbing against Loki’s belly he’s losing his mind in no time at all. And Loki doesn’t seem much better off; the noises he makes sound almost painful, low moans and grunts that he stifles against Tony’s neck. Tony can feel Loki’s mouth on his skin, hot and wet, biting and sucking so hard that Tony will bear the proof of it later. That only spurs him on further and he can’t fucking think anymore, can only focus on the feeling of Loki fucking him with controlled but brutal thrusts that continue sending pure, hot pleasure through Tony’s body. And god, he’s a mess but he loves it, loves it so much that he’s nearly sobbing with it.
He doesn’t know when and how exactly he started to beg, but suddenly he is begging and can’t bring himself to stop again. “Please, Sir, please, I need - ”
Loki lifts his head, his hair is a mess, and his grip on Tony’s hands is so hard that it hurts. Tony wants him to hold on even tighter. “What do you need, pet?”
“Sir -”
“Do you want to come for me?” Loki asks, slowing his thrusts. “Or do you want me to come inside you?”
Tony lets out a high whine he won’t admit to later. “Fuck, Loki, please, c’mon, give it to me.”
“Now, you’re not in the position to make demands, are you?” Loki sits back on his heels and runs a hand through his hair to get it out of the way, then he grabs Tony’s hips to pull him back onto his cock. “But you may keep begging, I quite like the sound of it.”
Tony cries out when Loki starts thrusting again, and he does keep begging, a litany of please, Sir and oh fuck, yes and Loki, Loki, Loki tumbling from his lips.
“That’s it, pet, you’re taking me so well. If you could see how perfect you look right now, begging for more even though you’re already filled to the brim.” A particularly hard roll of Loki’s hips makes them both moan, and from there on Loki’s movements turn erratic, less controlled. “Gods, Anthony -”
He comes not much later, buried in Tony and his hands on Tony’s hips to keep him still while Loki truly fills him to the brim. Loki’s face is a vision, mouth open and cheeks flushed, and Tony is so out of it that he’s still thanking Loki by the time Loki stops moving his hips and riding the aftershocks.
“Shh.” Loki is panting, but his voice is warm. His hands move up and down Tony’s inner thighs, soothing him. “Hush, darling, look at me. It’s about time I take care of you, isn’t it? Do you want to come for me now?”
Tony is struggling for breath, but he at least sort of manages to hold Loki’s gaze and whisper, “Yes, please, Sir.”
“Very good.” Loki takes Tony’s hard cock in hand, fingers slicked by magic. He starts off slowly, the touch of his hand firm and unwavering even when Tony whines and thrusts up into Loki’s hand, mindless. “Yes, Anthony, just like that. Enjoy yourself, you’ve earned it. Come for me now. ”
Tony wants to curse out loud but it gets stuck in his throat somewhere, so all he can do is cling to the sheets under him and feel his orgasm approach, heat curling and tightening low in his belly while Loki strokes him hard and fast. When it crashes over him, Tony tenses and cries out, almost surprised by the force of it. Loki keeps touching him, stroking and caressing him until Tony tries to flinch away, too sensitive.
Loki runs a hand over Tony’s stomach, there’s a faint tingling sensation that Tony can’t make sense of right now, and then Loki is lying down next to him and pulling him into his arms, allowing Tony to rest his head on his chest. When Tony’s brain finally comes back online again, he has to laugh.
Loki chuckles as well. “I hope that’s a good sign.”
“You’ve no idea,” Tony murmurs against Loki’s skin. He yawns. “I really needed that. It’s been too long.”
“I lived up to your expectations, then?”
Loki’s tone is smooth, but Tony knows him well enough to recognize nervousness when he hears it. He sighs, content, and kisses Loki’s chest. “Yeah, you were great. Thank you.”
“I should be the one thanking you,” Loki says quietly. “You are… unbelievably lovely.” He pulls Tony even closer and plants a kiss in his hair. “I would love to do this again.”
Grinning, Tony throws his leg over Loki’s. “Yep, same. There are like, a million things I want to try with you.”
“Then I shall look forward to each and every one of them,” Loki says, amused. A pause, then, “You will stay here, yes?”
“Uh, no, I was just about to get up and pass out on the sofa, actually.”
“Anthony.”
“Stupid questions require stupid answers, Lokes. It’s the law.”
“Is it now.” Loki sighs. “I’m almost relieved to see that the lack of backtalk was only temporary.”
Tony pats his chest. “I’ll be brattier next time just to give you a bit of a challenge if that’s what you prefer.”
“Oh, no,” Loki says softly. “Well, of course I would never say no to a challenge -”
“Of course not.”
“But obedience is quite thrilling as well.” Loki cards his fingers through Tony’s hair and adds, even quieter, “It is nice not to have to fight for something for a change.”
Tony smiles and wraps his arm around Loki’s middle for good measure. He thinks - no, knows - that he’s going to sleep much better than he would have on the sofa.
The rest of the night is quiet.